I pull down the top, letting my massive tits spill out, the polka-dot fabric barely containing them. My nipples are hard, aching for attention, but I keep them hidden, a tease for later. I’m sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, giving him a clear view of what he’s missing. ‘Does this top show off my tits enough?’ I ask, my voice dripping with lust. I want him to see me like this, to know that even with a wedding ring, I’m always available for him. My cleavage is on full display, a promise of what’s to come. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, the flush of excitement as I imagine his reaction. This is for him, a reminder of what he owns, what he can claim whenever he wants. I’m his hotwife, his slut, and I’m ready to prove it.

