I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I watch him with her. The way he touches her, the way she moans, it’s like a drug. I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m turned on. I want to be part of it. I want to feel his hands on me, to hear him whisper in my ear. I want to be his slut, his whore, his everything. I want to be shared, to be used, to be loved. I want to be his hotwife, and I want the world to know it.