Jealous Husband’s Delight: Hotwife Teasing at the Door

The wooden door to my room is slightly ajar, and I can hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching. It’s the way he follows me, like a puppy eager for attention, that makes this so thrilling. I’ve got my boyfriend waiting, and the thought of him getting jealous as I get ready to leave is intoxicating. I lean against the doorframe, my breasts exposed, and a playful smile on my face. The jeans I’m wearing are low-slung, hugging my hips just right. I know he’s watching, his eyes tracing every curve, every inch of skin. And that’s what makes it extra hot. The way he can’t help but stare, can’t help but want me, even though he knows I’m not his. It’s a power play, a dance of desire, and I’m the one leading the way. I can almost feel his jealousy, a palpable tension in the air, and it fuels my excitement. I’m the hotwife, and he’s my devoted cuck, and this is our game. A game of tease and denial, of jealousy and desire. And I’m loving every minute of it.

The Art of Teasing: A Cuckold’s Delight

But it’s not just about the tease. It’s about the connection, the dynamic that we’ve built. He knows his place, and he knows that I’m the one in control. I can see it in his eyes, the mix of longing and submission. It’s a delicate balance, one that we’ve perfected over time. I know exactly how to push his buttons, how to make him ache with need. And he knows that I’m the one who can fulfill that need, or deny it, as I please. It’s a power that I wield with precision, a tool that I use to heighten our pleasure. I can see the effect I have on him, the way his breath catches, the way his eyes darken with lust. And it’s all because of me, because of the way I choose to tease, to taunt, to tease him to the brink of madness. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and I’m the cat, always one step ahead, always in control. And he loves it, every jealous, lustful moment of it.