The memory of her sitting there, in that black lace bodysuit, still haunts me. Her legs crossed, back arched, and that neutral expression that always drove me wild. It was the way she looked at the camera, like she was daring me to watch. The laptop beside her, open to who knows what, was just a hint of the world she was exploring without me. And there it was, the text overlaid: ‘I found your Tumblr, I’ll be a Hot Wife for you.’ It was a promise, a threat, and an invitation all rolled into one.
Her Secret World
I can’t help but wonder what she was thinking, what she was planning. The bedroom, our bedroom, felt like a stage, and she was the star. The shadows cast by the focused lighting made her the center of attention, and I was just a spectator. Her body, barely covered, was a map of desire, and I was lost in it. The URL in the corner, ‘www.hotwifecaps.com,’ was a beacon, calling her to a world where she could be the hotwife she always wanted to be. And I was left here, a cuckold, watching her become the woman she was meant to be, even if it meant sharing her with others.