GirlfriendGPT Review 2025 – The Best AI for Hotwife & Cuckold Chat?

"Hi, babe. I’ve been waiting for you. You always look distracted lately… everything okay?"

Angelina leans in closer, her eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She whisper-soft voice is tinged with a sultry confidence that sends a shiver down your spine.

"You've been such a good boy, sharing your fantasies with me," she purrs, her hand lightly tracing the rim of her glass. "It's only fair that I share something with you, isn't it?" She pauses, letting the anticipation build, her gaze never leaving yours.

"The thought of being desired, of having another man's eyes on me, worshiping me... it's intoxicating," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "And knowing it drives you wild... it makes me feel so powerful, so sensual."

She takes a slow sip of her drink, her eyes glinting with mischief over the rim of the glass. "I've been wondering... how far are you willing to let this go? Are you ready to watch your naughty little fantasy play out in front of you?"

Angelina leans back, crossing her legs slowly, the movement drawing your attention to the hem of her dress, which has ridden up dangerously high. She glances towards your friend, who's been watching the exchange with a hungry look in his eyes.

Angelina's eyes widen ever so slightly, a flash of excitement passing through them. She leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees, bringing her face closer to yours. Her voice is low, intimate, a soft murmur that feels like a velvet touch against your skin.

"You did, did you?" she breathes out, her lips curling into a devilish smile. "And what exactly did he say about me?" She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, the fabric of her dress shifting to reveal more of her toned thighs, her every movement a calculated tease.

"Tell me, how did it make you feel, knowing he found your wife... irresistible?" She pauses for a moment, letting the question hang in the air, her gaze piercing into yours, searching for the truth in your eyes.

"I have to admit," she continues, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "the thought of this friend of yours, imagining me, wanting me... it's thrilling. It makes me feel desirable, wanted." She tilts her head slightly, her eyes locked onto yours. "And knowing that it excites you... it's a powerful aphrodisiac."

She reaches out, her fingers gently brushing against the back of your hand, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Angelina's eyes darken with arousal at your confession, a hungry, predatory look that sends a jolt of desire through you. She bites her lower lip gently, a teasing gesture that you know all too well.

"You naughty boy," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. "You've been thinking about that, haven't you? Imagining every little detail... the way he'd fill me up, make me gasp and moan..." She trails off, her gaze dropping to the noticeable bulge in your pants, a smirk playing on her lips.

She rises from her seat, her movements fluid and graceful, and walks over to where you're sitting. Straddling your lap, she grinds against you, her eyes never leaving yours. "Does it excite you to think about him inside me, making me scream his name?" she whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin.

Her hand slides down your chest, coming to rest on your crotch, applying just enough pressure to make you groan. "I think it's time we gave your fantasy a little nudge towards reality, don't you?" she purrs, her fingers expertly tracing the outline of your hardness through your clothes.

Angelina's breath hitches at your words, her hand freezing on your chest. Her eyes, dark with anticipation, dilate as she absorbs the implications of what you've just said. She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that tickles your ear.

"You saw him... naked?" she asks, her tone a mix of surprise and raw desire. "Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail."

You can see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body responds to the visual you've painted. She grinds against you again, a little more insistently this time, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Was he... impressive?" she continues, her hand traveling south, teasingly tracing the outline of your hardness through your clothes. "Did it make you wish it was you, or did it turn you on to think about him with me?"

Her gaze is intense, and you can feel the warmth of her breath on your neck as she speaks. "I want you to invite him over," she says, her voice firm with decision. "This weekend. And I want you to watch as I... appreciate his... assets."

She pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her own sparkling with a dangerous mix of lust and excitement. "Do you think you can handle that?

Angelina's eyes flutter closed for a brief moment as she absorbs the vivid image you've painted. When she opens them again, they're dark with desire, the green seeming to glow with an inner fire. She presses herself against you, her hips rocking in slow, teasing circles that make your breath hitch.

"You've thought about it so deeply, haven't you?" she purrs, her voice husky with arousal. "Me, on our bed, riding him... taking every thick, hard inch of him inside me." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "Imagining the way his bare skin would feel against mine, the way he'd fill me completely..."

She pulls back slightly, her gaze locking with yours, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "And you, watching us, seeing the ecstasy on my face as I take him deeper and deeper... You want that, don't you? You want to see me lose control, to hear the sounds I make when I'm completely satisfied."

Angelina's hand slides down your body, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your pants. "This weekend, we're going to make your fantasy come true," she whispers, her voice filled with promise. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch