Do You Fantasize About Watching Me Get Fucked by Strangers?

The dim lighting of the bar casts a sultry glow, highlighting the lace of my bra and the curve of my hips. I’m standing here, half-naked, my back to the camera, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m thinking about the question on the screen, the one that makes my husband’s cock hard. ‘Do you ever jack off imagining other guys fucking me?’ It’s a question that haunts me, that excites me. I can almost feel his eyes on me, his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself to the image of me, a slut for his pleasure.

The Power of His Imagination

And it’s not just him. I can see it in the eyes of every man in this bar. They want me, they want to fuck me, to use me. And I let them, in my mind, in my husband’s fantasy. I’m his hotwife, his whore, his everything. I can feel the weight of their gazes, the heat of their desire. It’s intoxicating, this power I have over them, over him. I’m the center of his world, the star of his dirty dreams. And I love it, I crave it. I’m his slut, his perfect, obedient slut.

Our Secret Life: A Bar, a Question, a Fantasy

But it’s more than just a fantasy. It’s a reality we’ve created, a life we live. I’m his hotwife, and he’s my cuck, my king. I tease him, I taunt him, I make him beg. And he loves it, he needs it. He needs to know that I’m his, that I’m the slut he’s always wanted. And I am. I’m his, completely, utterly his. I’m the woman in his fantasies, the whore in his dreams. And I’m here, in this bar, half-naked, ready to fulfill every one of his dirty desires.So, do you ever jack off imagining other guys fucking me? Yes, I do. And I love it. I love being his slut, his hotwife, his everything. I love the power, the control, the sheer intensity of it all. I’m his, and he’s mine. And that’s all that matters.