I remember the thrill of watching myself in the mirror, my heart pounding as I applied that last coat of lip gloss. The black lace bra and thong hugged my curves, the garter straps teasingly visible, and I couldn’t help but feel the excitement of the night ahead. My ass, round and perky, peeked out from the panties, and I knew he’d be unable to resist. The thought of him watching me get ready, knowing I was his for the night, sent a shiver down my spine. I was his hotwife, and I was ready to play.