I’m standing here, my heart pounding, my nipples hard and eager, as I tease my husband with the thought of another man’s touch. The lace of my nightgown barely conceals my excitement, and I can feel the heat of his gaze on my body. I want to turn him on, to make him crave me, to see the desire in his eyes as I imagine fucking someone else. It’s a thrill, a rush, and I’m addicted to the power it gives me. I’m his hotwife, and I’m going to make him beg for more.