I’m lying here, heart pounding, as I watch my husband’s eyes light up with a hunger I’ve never seen before. He’s got this wicked grin, and I know he’s thinking about the last time he watched me with another man. My body’s already responding, my nipples hardening under the sheer lace top, my pussy throbbing as I think about the way he’ll make me beg for it later. I can feel the dampness in my thong, the way it’s clinging to me, and I know he can see it too. He’s going to make me wear it like this all day, a constant reminder of what I am to him. His hotwife. His slut. And I fucking love it.