I watched her, my heart pounding, as she swayed to the beat, her dress riding up, flashing her bare ass to the crowd. The guy she was dancing with had his hands all over her, his fingers digging into her waist. She loved it, I could tell. Her eyes were closed, a smirk playing on her lips. She was so fucking wet, I knew it. The way she moved, grinding against him, teasing him with her pantyless pussy. It was a fucking turn-on, watching her like that, knowing she was mine but letting him have a taste.
She Loves Being a Public Slut
The crowd was a blur, but I could feel their eyes on her, hungry and wanting. She fed off it, my hotwife, thriving on the attention. The guy she was with leaned in, whispering something in her ear, and she laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I knew what he was saying, what he wanted. And she was going to give it to him, right there in the club, with me watching. Her hand snaked up his chest, her nails digging in, marking him. She was staking her claim, showing him who was in control. And I was fucking hard, watching her, my cock straining against my jeans, aching to be free.The night was young, and she was just getting started. She loved the thrill, the danger of it all. Being a public slut, teasing and tantalizing, driving men wild with desire. And I was her cuck, her willing participant, watching and waiting for her to come back to me, sated and satisfied. It was a fucking rush, a high like no other. And as I watched her, my hotwife, my slut, I knew I was the luckiest man in the world.



