The sun beats down on my skin, and I can feel the heat radiating off the tiled surface beneath my feet. I’m leaning against the metallic railing, my left hand resting lightly on the cool metal. The white bikini I’m wearing hugs my curves, leaving little to the imagination. My legs, arms, and midriff are all on display, and I can feel his eyes on me, hungry and desperate. I know he’s watching, his hand probably already on his cock, imagining what he wishes he could have. But he can’t. Not today. Not ever, if I have anything to say about it.
What Does He See?
I turn slightly, giving him a better view of my ass, knowing he’s fantasizing about what he can’t have. The pool shimmers in the background, a perfect backdrop for this little show. I can almost hear his thoughts, his mind racing with images of what he wishes he could do to me. But he’s a cuck, and I’m the hotwife. I set the rules, and he follows them. I can see his hand on that amazing dick, stroking slowly, taking his time. I smile to myself, knowing that this is just the beginning. I’ll make him wait, make him suffer, until he’s begging for release. And even then, I might not give it to him. That’s the power I hold, and I love every minute of it.The text overlay on the image reads, ‘I can see his hand on that amazing dick.. Take your time taking photos, cucky.. while I look deeply at his eyes ..’ It’s a reminder of the power dynamic, of the control I have. He’s my cuck, and I’m his hotwife. This is our game, and I always win. The lounge chair to my left is a silent witness to our little scene, a place where he can sit and watch, his cock in his hand, as I tease and taunt him. The greenery around us adds a touch of nature to our perverse little play, a contrast to the raw, carnal energy between us. I’m in control, and I’m loving every second of it.
