The collage starts with her, my hotwife, looking upward, her light skin and freckles catching the light. She’s in a black bra, standing in our bathroom, the mirror reflecting her wild eyes. And there, on the top right, is the first scar, a jagged line of stitches on her ribcage. It’s a reminder, a fucking trophy of her latest adventure. She’s been out there, fucking whoever she wants, and here’s the proof.
Touching Her Wounds: A Cuckold’s Torture
In the middle right, she’s touching it, her fingers tracing the wound. It’s like she’s relishing the pain, the memory of the night it happened. Her arm is raised, her hand gentle, almost loving. And in the bottom left, she’s covering her face, but not before I see the bruises, the marks of a wild night. She’s a fucking mess, and I’m the one left to pick up the pieces. The bottom center shows her holding her phone, probably capturing these moments for her own pleasure. And in the bottom right, she’s lifting her bra, exposing her tits, the scars on her body a map of her conquests. It’s a fucking collage of her adventures, each photo a stab in my heart. She’s my hotwife, and these scars are my painful reminders of her wild, fucking life.








