She was the Hotwife I’d been dreaming about—months of teasing texts and slow-burn promises. When the day finally came, the universe threw a delay my way. But she waited. That alone told me everything I needed to know. When I walked through that door, it wasn’t just sex—it was inevitability. I needed to feel her, to fill her, to make good on every word I’d whispered in her messages. And when I gave her my biggest load yet, her cuck was there, quiet and ready… the final punctuation to a story we’d both been aching to write.
