I can’t believe I’m sitting here, watching her like this. My wife, the woman I love, is standing by the window, her bare ass on full display, a mug of tea in her hand. She’s wearing that damn cardigan, the one that’s always open in the back, teasing me with what’s underneath. I can see the curve of her ass, the smoothness of her skin, and I know she’s thinking about him. The man who fucked her last night, the one she can’t stop talking about. She’s sipping her tea, her eyes distant, and I can tell she’s reliving every moment. I’m a fucking cuckold, sitting here, getting hard from the sight of my own wife’s bare ass, knowing she’s thinking about another man. And I fucking love it. I love the way she looks, the way she teases me, the way she gets off on being a slut for someone else. I’m her husband, her beta, her fucking cuck, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my hotwife, my tease, my everything, and I’m just the man who gets to watch her from the sidelines, getting off on her pleasure, her submission, her fucking hotness. I can’t wait for him to come back, to fuck her again, to make her scream, to make her mine in every way that counts. I’m a fucking cuck, and I’m proud of it.