So there I was, bent over the pool table, my denim shorts riding up, showing off my bare ass. I could feel the cool air on my skin, and I knew every guy in the room was staring. ‘When your wife bent over to take her shot, you realized why your friends kept offering to escort her to the ladies room,’ the text said. It was true. I was their fantasy, their walking wet dream. And I loved it. The power, the attention, the way their eyes followed me. I was the center of their world, and I fucking owned it. My white cropped top barely covered my tits, and my shorts were so short they might as well have been a belt. I was a slut, and I was proud of it.
Confession: The Thrill of Exhibitionism
The thrill of exhibitionism is like a drug. It’s in the way their jaws drop, the way their eyes widen, the way their breaths catch. I could feel their desire, their hunger. It was intoxicating. I was a whore, and I was playing the part to perfection. Every bend, every stretch, every casual touch was calculated to drive them wild. And it worked. They were putty in my hands, and I was the puppet master. But it wasn’t just about them. It was about me, too. The way my body responded, the way my heart raced, the way my pussy ached. I was alive, more alive than ever. I was a hotwife, and this was my playground. And I was gonna play hard, play dirty, and play until I couldn’t play anymore.
My Husband’s Eyes on My Exposed Skin
My Husband Watched as Friends Took Turns Fucking Me in the Club
Wife’s Brazen Display: Shared and Exposed
Her Husband’s Eyes on Her Ass: A Hotwife’s Tease
Craving Attention: My Husband’s Eyes on My Secret Sessions
Offering Myself to His Friends
One of Them Pushed Me Over a Chair, Positioning Me So That My Ass Was Fully Exposed
My Journey to Becoming a Hotwife: How Younger Cocks Changed My Life
