I’m lying here, my fingers tracing the edge of my lips, my eyes half-lidded, and I can feel his gaze burning into me. The bed beneath me is soft, but my heart is pounding, knowing he’s watching, knowing he’s imagining what I’m about to do. My top is thin, barely covering my perky breasts, and I can feel the cool air against my skin. I’m a tease, a temptress, and I love every second of it. I can see the desire in his eyes, the need, and I know I’m in control. I’m his hotwife, and I’m going to make him beg. I can feel the power, the thrill, and I’m going to savor every moment of it.