I can feel his eyes on me, burning with a mix of desire and jealousy. The thought of him watching me with another man, of him knowing I’m out there, being touched, being pleasured, it’s intoxicating. I’m dressed to kill, in my favorite pink lace bra and black thong, the garter belt pulling the fabric just enough to tease. My body is a weapon, and I’m ready to wield it.
Confession of a Hotwife’s Desire
The flowers on the bedside table are a reminder of the date I’m supposed to be on, but I’m not thinking about him right now. I’m thinking about the man I’ll be with, the one who will make my husband’s fantasies a reality. I’m thinking about the way I’ll look in this lingerie, the way I’ll feel, the way I’ll make him feel. I’m a hotwife, and I’m ready to play.