I stand here, jacket half-open, nipples barely concealed, wondering if he’s really going to let me do this. The thrill of his gaze on me, even if it’s just a fantasy, sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the cool air on my skin, the weight of his eyes as I tease the edge of my jacket, wondering if he’ll let me go further. The thought of him watching me with someone else, of him wanting this, makes my pussy throb. I’m his hotwife, his slut, and I’m going to give him the show he craves. I can almost hear his voice in my head, urging me on, telling me to flash this stranger, to let him see what’s his. I’m on the edge, ready to expose myself completely, to let him watch me be used, to fulfill his darkest desires. It’s not a fantasy anymore; it’s reality, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.