I remember the first time he came over, his eyes hungry as he undressed me with his gaze. ‘I don’t allow other men to fuck my wife,’ my husband had said, but he didn’t understand the thrill of giving myself to strangers. The freedom of it, the way it makes me feel alive. I let him take me right there on the kitchen counter, his hands rough and demanding. ‘You’re such a good little slut,’ he growled, and I moaned, loving every degrading word. My husband thinks he’s in control, but he’s just a cuckold, cleaning up after the real men who know how to use me. I’m his hotwife, his dirty secret, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.