Humiliated by Her Hotwife Tease: A Cuckold's Torture

Ah, the thrill of watching him stroke himself while I tease him with my words. I can almost feel his eyes on me, drinking in every curve of my body as I lift my dress, exposing the lace thong that hugs my ass. The way his hand grips his soft cock, uncircumcised and hanging slightly out of his pants, makes me wet. I know he’s imagining all the men I’ve been with, all the times I’ve let them fuck me hard and deep. It’s a game we play, this hotwife and stag dynamic, where I’m the one in control, the one who decides when and how he gets to come. I lean in, my hand resting on his thigh, feeling the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ I whisper, my voice low and sultry. ‘You like knowing that I’ve been fucked by better men than you?’ His breath hitches, and I know I have him right where I want him. This is my power, my pleasure, and I’m going to savor every moment of it.