Confession: My Wife’s Tease as She Prepares for Her Bull

The sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the beige chair where she sits, her upper body and thighs exposed. Her high heels rest on the floor, a stark contrast to the vulnerability in her pose. She’s waiting, her eyes fixed on the door, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘He’s waiting for me honey…’ she says, her voice dripping with anticipation. ‘Do you mind holding on to these for a bit?’ She hands me her panties, a simple act that feels like a knife twisting in my gut. ‘Your so cute, Do you want to listen by the door again?’ Her words hang in the air, a mix of mockery and command. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, and I know my place.

The Weight of Her Command

I take the panties, the silk soft against my fingers, a stark reminder of her power over me. She’s the hotwife, the one who holds all the cards, and I’m just the pathetic husband waiting for her return. The room feels smaller, the air thicker as I stand there, her panties in my hand, my heart pounding with a mix of humiliation and desire. I can almost hear his voice, the other man, the one she’s going to fuck. The one who will make her scream, make her come. And I’ll be here, listening, waiting, my cock hard and aching with need and shame.

Her Return: A Cuckold’s Reward

She’ll come back, her body sated, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. And I’ll be here, ready to serve, ready to worship her, ready to take whatever she gives me. Her panties, now damp with her arousal, will be my reward, a trophy of her conquest. I’ll hold them close, inhale her scent, and know that I’m hers, completely and utterly. The door creaks open, and I’m jolted back to reality. She’s coming. It’s time to serve my hotwife, to be the cuckold she needs me to be. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.