I’m standing here, my shirt unbuttoned, nipples peeking through the thin fabric, and I can feel his gaze burning into me. He’s watching, waiting, and I know he’s imagining what’s underneath. The glasses in my hand? Just a prop, a little tease. I’m his hotwife, and I’m loving every second of this power play. No bra, no rules, just the thrill of being seen and wanted.