I’m on my knees, ass in the air, looking back at him with those hungry eyes. The lace thong barely covers my pussy, and I can feel the cool air on my bare skin. He’s watching me, his gaze intense, as I pose for him, one hand on my thigh, the other propping me up. I know what he’s thinking—he wants to see more, to hear me beg. And I will, because that’s what I do for him. I’m his hotwife, his slut, and I love every fucking minute of it. The question on the screen, ‘Are you sure you still love me after watching me do that with him?’, it’s a tease, a challenge. I know he does, and I know he’ll fuck me harder for it. That’s the game we play, and I’m always ready for the next round.