My Wife’s Text: Can I Say Yes to Mark After Steve?

The sound of my phone buzzing pulls me from my post-fuck haze. Steve just left, his scent still lingering on my skin. I’m sprawled on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, my head resting on my hand. The light filtering through the windows catches the sheen of sweat on my thighs. I glance at the text from Mark, his words pulsing with anticipation. He wants to come over, to take his turn. Can I say yes? Fuck, I want to. I’m already wet, already craving more. The thought of another man, another conquest, sends a thrill through me. I’m a slut, a whore, and I love every second of it.

Living Room Confessions

But there’s a catch. My husband, he’s the one who set this up. He wants to watch, to know that I’m being used, that I’m his little slut. The power in that, the humiliation, it’s intoxicating. I can almost hear his voice, his command. ‘Go ahead, say yes. Let him fuck you like the whore you are.’ And I will. I’ll let Mark take me, use me, just like Steve did. Just like my husband wants. Because that’s who I am now. A hotwife, a slut, a whore for their pleasure. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.