I can’t believe she’s doing this. She’s standing there, her back to me, that skirt pulled down just enough to tease. I can see the curve of her ass, the way her hips tilt, and I know she’s doing it on purpose. She likes the challenge, the way his eyes light up when he sees her like this. I’m supposed to be okay with it, but I’m not. I’m fucking jealous, and she knows it. She’s playing with fire, and I’m the one who’s going to get burned. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching as she slowly turns, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes meeting mine. She’s got that look, the one that says she’s in control, and I’m just along for the ride. I hate it, and I love it. I’m her cuckold, and she’s my hotwife, and this is our game. I just hope I can keep up.


