The plain, uncluttered room is bathed in bright, even light, casting no shadows, no secrets. I stand naked, arms resting on my hips, my long dark hair cascading down my back. My eyes meet the camera, neutral, unreadable. I’m the one in control, the one who decides. The woman kneeling before me, her face hidden, her body exposed, is a tool for my pleasure. I can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside her. But I need more. I need my husband’s permission. ‘Give him your permission to cum inside me, Honey. I want to hear you say it. I can feel he’s getting close and I want to make him cum but I’m your wife. I can’t just let him… I’d feel too guilty…. So I want you to tell him it’s okay. You have to give my pussy to him.’ My voice is steady, commanding. I’m the one in charge, the one who decides when and how. And right now, I want to hear my husband’s voice, giving his consent, giving me permission to use her body for my pleasure.
Hotwife’s Command
The power in this room is mine. I decide when he cums, when she moans, when my husband speaks. I’m the hotwife, the one who takes what she wants, who uses others for her pleasure. And right now, I want to hear him say it. I want to hear him give his permission, his consent. I want to hear him say, ‘Yes, you can cum inside her. Yes, you can use her body for your pleasure.’ And when he does, I’ll smile, knowing that I’m the one in control, the one who decides. I’m the hotwife, and this is my game, my rules, my pleasure.


Please name that girl
Of course he can come inside you, love! What's the point of fucking you if he doesn't. The whole idea is to knock you up! You're on birth control. Aren't you?