The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on the white wall. She’s standing there, her back to me, a silhouette of anticipation. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face. The black bra and white, textured skirt hug her curves, accentuating every line and shadow. I can almost feel the weight of the golden and red beads around her neck, a symbol of her power and allure.
Anticipation of Her Desires
And as I watch, I remember the countless mornings like this, each one a prelude to her adventures. The way she moves, the confidence in her stride, it’s all part of her ritual. She’s not just getting ready; she’s preparing for a day of conquest, of pleasure, of dominance. I’m a mere observer, a cuckold in the shadows, watching as she transforms into the goddess she is. Her skirt swishes as she turns, a hint of what’s to come, a promise of the day ahead. I can’t help but wonder, who will she choose today? Who will be her next victim, her next conquest? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. She’s my hotwife, my queen, and I’m just her loyal subject, waiting for her return.








