I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I think about the words I just said. ‘So you want me to be your slut, which means suck or fuck other men when you tell me to?’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the thought of it makes me wet. My husband’s eyes light up, and I know he’s imagining it already. I’m his hotwife, his fantasy, and I’m going to make it a reality. I can feel the lace of my bra against my skin, the way it hugs my curves, and I know I’m ready for whatever he wants. I’m his to command, his to use, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I’m his slut, his hotwife, and I’m going to make sure he never forgets it. I can feel the anticipation building, the excitement of what’s to come, and I’m ready to give myself over to him completely. I’m his, and I’m going to make sure he knows it.
