I can’t believe she’s doing this, sitting there in that kinky dress, panties pulled to the side, teasing those guys at the bar. She’s got that look, the one that says she’s ready to be fucked, and I’m just supposed to watch. Her big boobs are pushed up, cleavage on full display, and she’s talking about how hot they are, how she wants to fuck them both. I’m her cuckold, her little husband, and I’m supposed to be okay with this. But I’m not. I’m hard as a rock, jealous as hell, and she knows it. She’s playing with me, with them, and I’m stuck here, watching, waiting, wondering if she’ll actually go through with it. She’s my hotwife, my slut, and I love her, but this is torture. I want to stop her, to claim her, but I can’t. I’m her cuckold, and this is our game.