My Husband’s Eyes on My Exposed Skin

So, there I was, sitting on the edge of the bed, my left leg bent and resting on the nightstand. I’m wearing this strapless black number that hugs my curves just right, and I can feel his gaze on my exposed shoulders and chest. The lighting is soft, casting shadows that dance across my skin. I’m posing, really, because I know he’s watching. And I like it. I like the way his eyes linger on the beaded necklace that rests between my breasts. It’s a game we play, this teasing, this slow reveal. He’s the cuck, and I’m the slut, and we both know it. I can almost hear his thoughts, wondering what’s next, what I’ll do to push the boundaries even further. But that’s the thrill, isn’t it? The anticipation, the unknown. I’m the one in control, and I’m gonna make him wait.

Exposing My Desires in the Dim Light

The room is dim, the walls a soft blur behind me. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my right leg still on the floor, grounded. But my left leg, it’s up, bent at the knee, resting on the nightstand. It’s a pose, a deliberate one. I’m wearing this black garment, strapless, hugging my curves. The beaded necklace around my neck catches the light, drawing attention to my exposed skin. I can feel his eyes on me, hungry, wanting. And I’m the one in control. I’m the cum slut, the wife who shares, the one who flashes and teases. I’m the one who gets ready, who poses, who knows exactly how to drive him wild. And I’m gonna keep doing it, because it’s fun, because it’s hot, because I can. I’m the one who decides, who dictates, who makes him wait. And he’ll wait, because he knows what’s coming. He knows the game, and he knows the rules. And he knows that I’m the one who makes them.