I’m standing in the bedroom, my back to the mirror, and I can feel his eyes on me as I slowly peel off my clothes. The black lace bra and matching thong hug my curves, and I know he’s imagining what’s underneath. I’m not just getting ready for him; I’m getting ready for someone else. The thought of it makes me wet, and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes I’m not just his wife anymore. I’m his hotwife, and I’m about to show him just how much of a slut I can be.