Can You Handle Me Barely Dressed and Begging for Attention?

I remember the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, ‘Are you sure you want me to go out like this?’ Her voice was a mix of innocence and challenge, knowing full well the effect she had on me. The short dress barely covered her ass, and I could see the outline of her bare pussy through the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, her nipples hard and visible against the light material. I swallowed hard, my cock already throbbing at the thought of her walking around like that, knowing she was mine but wanting others to see her. ‘Yes,’ I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire. ‘Go show them what a real woman looks like.’ She smirked, knowing she had me wrapped around her finger. As she sashayed out the door, I couldn’t help but imagine the stares she’d get, the whispers, the envy. She was my hotwife, and she knew how to play the game. I sat there, my mind racing with images of her, my cock aching with need, as I waited for her to return, ready to fuck her brains out for teasing me so deliciously.