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Imagine me last night… his hands on my body, his whispers in..

Imagine me last night… his hands on my body, his whispers in my ear, and the way he made me feel alive. Would you have watched? Or do you wish you were him? 💋

Good morning😘

Good morning😘

Long-awaited meeting 😏

Long-awaited meeting 😏

So much for missing a real man in the back😉

So much for missing a real man in the back😉

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 9.Since this was our first me..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 9.

Since this was our first meeting, and both of us were concerned about safety, we decided that Dima would es*ort me and stay close to where we’d be parked. We informed Misha about this, and he didn’t mind.

I couldn’t completely relax, and honestly, I was glad Dima would be nearby at a moment like this. — Very thoughtful! — I thought.

I was ready. Makeup, dress, stockings, heels. Before this moment, my husband and I had discussed how the meeting should go. He requested that for the first date, it would be limited to a blowjob at most. If it was too difficult for him to handle knowing his wife was with another man, then it should just be a blowjob and nothing more. And if, after the meeting, everything felt fine and it didn’t affect our relationship, then next time, both a blowjob and sex could be on the table.

Honestly, I didn’t like this idea. I didn’t want to stop halfway. If I was going to give head, I’d want sex too, especially if I liked the guy.

— Dima, come look. How do I look to you? — I called to him from the hallway where I was doing my makeup in the mirror.

He rushed out of the room, his hair tousled, face flushed.

— Wow, you look stunning, sweetheart!
— Dima, how are you feeling? Are you still okay with this?
— Yes. And you? Why do you ask?
— I’m definitely okay with it. I’m sure I want to do this.
— I’m glad…
— Dima, for the past two years we’ve been fantasizing about this, and you’ve given me a hard time about not showing enough initiative. Now, I want to show some initiative.

It really was a challenging period. It had been two years since he’d started asking about my ex, and we’d argued a lot on this topic. He wanted things to progress, convincing me to start looking for a guy, while I kept hesitating. It frustrated him, and we’d end up fighting.

— I understand. I’m really glad…

He approached me and tried to kiss me.
— No! Don’t touch me right now! — I turned my face away. — I need to focus! You’re just a spectator, but I have to overcome my own hesitation. Don’t forget, this wasn’t an easy decision for me.
— Sorry! — he said, looking down.
— Get ready; we’ll be leaving soon.

Getting ready didn’t take long, and it was already close to 7 p.m. We’d planned to meet at 8. Misha had said he’d find a secluded spot closer to downtown where we could park without interruption and would send us the address.

It was autumn, and it got dark early, so we could hide in the narrow streets. We decided to leave earlier to walk around a bit together. We called a cab and set off.

On the way, the tension was palpable. It was clear Dima was nervous. I was worried about him and his feelings. Our relationship always came first for me, and I didn’t want to ruin it so foolishly.

— Dima, are you okay? — I whispered.
— I’m fine, really, — he replied, with a hint of uncertainty.
— Are you sure? You really don’t want to call it off?
— Let’s get out of the cab and talk, okay?
— Yeah, of course.

The rest of the ride was silent. We exchanged a couple of texts instead, since speaking aloud felt awkward; we didn’t want the driver to understand. We didn’t even hold hands. These were very unusual emotions. We were familiar, yet at that moment, we felt like strangers. There was some invisible barrier stopping us from holding hands or hugging, even though we both wanted to.

It’s like standing on the edge of a parachute jump—you dream about it and work toward it, but when the moment comes, you suddenly want to call it all off.

That’s how it was with this. We wanted to cancel everything and go home, or just go for a walk together. But curiosity and the fact that we’d come so far outweighed the fear. The cab stopped at our destination. We got out. It was dark and overcast, with a light rain, but the temperature was warm.

— Misha sent the address. Check how far it is to walk, — I showed Dima the phone. — He said he couldn’t find a spot any closer.
— At a relaxed pace, maybe 20 minutes. Shall we walk or take another cab?
— No, let’s walk. He said we could take our time.
— Alright.

We started walking toward the meeting spot, silent for a while.

— Dima, will you answer the question I asked in the cab?
— I think I’m sure. I’m feeling very strange emotions right now. Ksenia, imagine if I suddenly wanted to cancel your meeting. Would you be upset?
— I don’t know. But I’d definitely be angry. You were the one who wanted this and persuaded me. We’ve spent two years getting to this point, and now you cancel everything right before the big moment? I’d definitely be angry.
— I see.
— Dima, what’s with the tone? Now I feel guilty.
— Ksenia, I’m sorry! Please, I don’t want you to feel that way because of me!

At that moment, I felt my stocking starting to slip. Looks like the elastic gave out.

— Damn, my stocking’s slipping!
— Can you secure it somehow?
— No, I can’t! — I shouted. — Ugh, I’m so annoyed right now! Such bad timing!

I had to keep adjusting it every few steps. With everything else up in the air, this was the last thing we needed.

I didn’t take it as a sign to cancel, though the thought crossed my mind. Judging by Dima’s face, he thought so too.

— It’s alright, no big deal. I’ll hold it with my hand. Once I’m in the car, it won’t matter, — I said in the calmest tone, as if I were talking about something routine.

Dima turned red.

— You’re blushing again, — I smiled.
— Yeah, a little. I’m aware of what’s about to happen in the car.
— And what’s going to happen?
— I think a blowjob is definitely on the table?
— Yes, that’s the minimum…
— And what about sex? Maybe save that for another time?
— Dima, please don’t start. I’m already agreeing to your conditions, but this is too much. If I like the beginning, I’ll want to go all the way. Or are you absolutely against it?
— No, not absolutely, but I do have doubts.
— Alright, if I decide I want to have sex with him, I’ll message you, and you can say ‘yes’ or ‘no’?
— Okay, sweetheart, thank you.

We arrived at the spot. It was a courtyard between two small buildings. There was a little parking area and lots of trees, so even the streetlights didn’t reach here. It was quite dark. We entered the yard.

— There’s the car, Dima. That’s his license plate.
— I see…

We stood there, silently looking at each other. The tension was at its peak. It was like standing on the edge, right before a jump.

— Should I go? — I asked.
— Yes, go.
— No, that’s not enough! Ask me properly. Otherwise, I’ll feel like you don’t want this!

He came closer and kissed me on the lips, and I didn’t resist, because at that moment, I really needed his support.

— My love, please, go to him! I really want this! I love you!
— I love you too… well… here I go.

I turned and walked confidently toward the car.

😘

😘

Have a good weekend 😘

Have a good weekend 😘

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 8.I left the house, called a ..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 8.

I left the house, called a taxi, and went to my sugaring appointment. I really wanted everything to be perfect in case it led to sex. Honestly, I still wasn't sure if I wanted it. But my curiosity was taking over. And I liked the photos Misha sent. He had a beautiful body and a nice penis. I felt a slight thrill. Essentially, I was getting ready to give myself to another man.

"I really enjoy getting ready for a date with him," I wrote to Dima while riding in the taxi.

"Does that thought excite you, sunshine?"

"Yes, very much! And you?"

"I'm endlessly excited; I've been waiting for this for so long! Are you ready for what will happen to you tonight?"

"More than ready."

"I love your confidence!"

"Me too. Is your dick hard? Can you imagine what will happen in a few hours?"

"Yes, sunshine, I can imagine, and I can't lie still because of these thoughts. My hand keeps reaching for my dick."

"That's good. You'll have to jerk off often now. But don't finish! I want to fuck you after the date."

"Okay, got it."

"I'm at my sugaring appointment, I'll write afterward."

"Kisses!"

I decided not to reply anymore. I felt myself getting into the role, feeling superior to my husband. I realized he was now completely under my control. I could even insult him, and it would only arouse him more. While lying on the couch at the sugaring place, thoughts about tonight kept breaking through the pain of the procedure. After thirty minutes, I was fully ready. Everything was so smooth and tender between my legs; Misha would definitely like it. Oddly enough, I didn't even always do this for my husband. Once I started seeing other men, I began doing this procedure regularly.

"Dima, I'm done, heading to get a dress."

"Got it, love. I'm waiting for a video from the fitting room; I want to help you choose."

"Today, I'm choosing a dress not for you, so he'll help me. I'll send him the options first, and then you."

"Wow, such a slut has awakened in you."

"Yes, I'm surprised by my mood too. But I don't want you to call me that. You're my cuckold and definitely can't call me a slut, okay?"

"Yes, sunshine, sorry. What can I call you?"

"No need to come up with anything new. Just call me 'Beloved.'"

"Okay, beloved! I love you!"

I didn't reply. Very interesting processes were going on in my mind right now. All our fantasies could become a reality tonight. I liked it so much that I was afraid of losing control. What if I like it so much that I can't control myself?

I arrived at the mall and started picking out a dress for my date.

I sent videos to Misha first and then to my husband.

The dress I chose can be seen in the first photo from Misha's car ;)

It's very convenient to have sex in a car in a dress. No need to struggle like with jeans. Just sit on top, move the panties to the side, and you're ready.

I sent it to Dima.

"What do you think?"

"Great, beloved! Did he like it?"

"Yes, he said to get it. But it's a bit more expensive, and I don't have enough money with me."

"I'll send it right now, sunshine! Get it if you both like it."

We didn't have such rules in our relationship; I never bought anything without Dima's approval. So, out of habit, I asked this time. Things will change in the future, of course.

"I got it. Heading home now."

"Waiting, sunshine!"

I was very aroused. I had never chosen a dress for such an occasion before. I had chosen one for a regular date, but not for one where sex was implied on the first date. I didn't want Dima to call me a slut, but I felt like one right now. Sometimes, it brought pleasant feelings, sometimes negative. Inside me, there was a battle between a decent girl who doesn't cheat on her husband and the one who wants to try a new dick. I remembered the feeling when I cheated on my first boyfriend with Vanya. But that was a different context; the boyfriend didn't know I was cheating, and the relationship was different.

I arrived home, and Dima opened the door, visibly feeling awkward. For me, his behavior was like a red rag to a bull. Several years in a managerial position had left their mark. If I sensed uncertainty in a person, I could easily manipulate them. Without any rudeness, of course. Usually, the employee didn't even notice they were doing what I wanted.

But with my husband, more interesting emotions arose in such moments. It was hard to explain, but I wanted to humiliate him even more.

"Did you miss me?" I said coldly.

Maybe, deep down, I was angry that he wanted to let me go to another man, so I wanted to humiliate him for it. Yes, that's probably it.

"Yes, sunshine, how was your outing?"

"Great! Misha and I picked a dress, and he loved it."

"Got it, I'm glad."

It was clear he found it hard to talk to me, so I decided to ease his suffering.

"Is it hard for you to talk to me right now?" I asked.

"Yes, very uncomfortable."

"Then go to the bedroom and stay there. I'll call you if I need you."

"Got it, thank you, beloved!"

He went to the room and closed the door. I was getting more and more into this role. Surprisingly, I felt very comfortable in it. In everyday life, I couldn't manipulate Dima. But here, I sensed a weakness and wanted to exploit it. I craved power over him.

I put on the new dress, took off my panties, and decided to show my husband how well the procedure went. Without knocking, I entered the bedroom. He was lying under the blanket on his side, and the blanket suddenly moved in the area of his dick as if he was removing his hands from there.

"Were you jerking off?" I asked with a haughty smile.

"No..."

His cheeks turned red.

"Why lie? I can see you were jerking off!"

"Well, just a little."

I started getting even more aroused. He was even starting to annoy me.

"Then why lie that you weren't jerking off?! What were you thinking about while doing it?"

"I was imagining tonight."

"Imagining how he'll use me in the car?"

"Yes, beloved."

"And how does that feel?"

"It turns me on a lot!"

Dima lowered his eyes.

"I want you to lick me."

I approached him, moved the blanket aside, and stood with my leg up, his face ended up between my legs. He started examining me, and I could hear his heavy breathing.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful."

I slowly sat on his face and began gently rubbing my pussy against his lips. He licked them so tenderly that it was hard to hold back. I relaxed and almost sat on him with my full weight. He raised his hands and started caressing my butt.

"Remove your hands!" I shouted. "Only your face and lips should be touching me now!"

I didn't understand why I was talking to him so harshly. But I liked it. He didn't object, so I could continue.

I leaned back and propped myself up on his chest. Dima lay still, not touching his dick, just skillfully moving his tongue. I loved this moment.

I didn't want to get off his face, but I felt that I might come, and I didn't want to orgasm before meeting Misha; it might ruin my mood.

I decided to please Dima and slowly moved toward his dick. My smooth crotch touched his hard-on.

Dima froze. I took his dick in my hand and guided it into me.

"No, please, I'll come right away," he said in such a pitiful voice.

"Bear with it!"

I was also aroused and really wanted sex. His dick pressed into my vagina, and I was so wet that it slid in without resistance. I started moving on him slowly and carefully. I leaned into his ear.

"Tonight, I'll be sitting on his dick like this," I whispered. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, beloved, yes," Dima moaned, and I saw he was on the edge.

"Tonight, I'll make you a cuckold. I hope you're ready for this!"

After these words, I got off his dick and went to get ready. There were only a few hours left until the moment my husband would become a cuckold. And this would no longer be a fantasy but a reality.

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 7.We were fantasizing more an..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 7.

We were fantasizing more and more often. But it became not enough, especially for my husband. He hinted that he wanted us to start looking for a partner. I understood that there was no delaying it. It had been almost 1.5 years since Dima told me about his desires.

I started registering on dating sites like Badoo and Tinder… It was a very unusual feeling. We could be sitting in the same room, and I would be chatting with guys. Actually, finding a partner was the most challenging part. I really wanted the first time, as strange as it sounds, to be with someone I genuinely liked. Not just quick sex; I wanted to talk beforehand, maybe even walk with the guy for a while. I told Dima about this, and he was understanding, but of course, it slightly confused him.

After sex one time, he asked:

— Ksyu, do you really need to walk and talk with him for so long? Isn't that too intimate? It's almost like a real relationship.

— Do you want me to completely relax and enjoy myself? Is all this for you or for me? — I asked him in return.

— Of course, it's primarily for you, darling! I really want you to feel as comfortable as possible.

— Well then, I want to find a guy with whom I'd enjoy talking. I can't just spread my legs on the first date, especially without any attraction.

My phone was literally hot, it was so unusual. I had never used dating sites before. I always met people in a classic way, at clubs, on the street, or through friends. But now there was no time for that.

The search continued, there were many interested, but something always felt off. Eventually, I stumbled upon a guy's page, his name was Misha. Pleasant appearance, good at communication. We had been talking for about a week and I saw that he was interested. That he didn't just see me as a piece of meat. And by the way, I told everyone that I was married. This fact deterred some candidates. I decided not to hide it. So that the person would understand immediately what he was to me. My husband and I were worried that the guy might fall in love and cause us trouble. But Misha took it calmly. We agreed to meet for coffee on Saturday evening.

"I'm going on a date," I wrote to Dima as soon as we arranged it with Misha.

He wasn't home yet.

"Who is he?"

"His name is Misha, he's 28, attractive. Even somewhat resembles you."

I always looked for guys of the same type. I showed his photo to my husband.

"Wow... he really does look similar."

"Well, yes, what's so surprising? You know what type I like."

"Yes, my love, I understand. When are you going?"

"This Saturday evening. I need a new dress, I want to feel confident."

"Yes, of course. Let's go buy one."

"I want to choose it myself. Maybe even consult with Misha."

I began to feel a power over Dima. Realizing that I could tell him anything. Even if it would be hurtful, at least for an ordinary guy. My Dima is not ordinary.

"Well, if it's more convenient for you. Will you at least send me a photo from the fitting room?"

"I'll send it."

Saturday came. Although I hadn't planned on having sex on the first date, the excitement was big. Dima was still sleeping, I looked at him and still didn't fully understand how he could do this. What if I ended up sleeping with Misha today? Wouldn't that scare him? I would find out soon. Fantasies are one thing, experiencing and seeing it in reality is another. I was still worried about our relationship. And if Dima decided to cancel everything, I would probably be relieved...

I had an appointment for sugaring; I really wanted everything to be perfect just in case. Maybe I would like him so much that I would decide to do it on the first date.

We woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast.

— Dima, I'm going now for sugaring, and then straight to dress shopping.

— Why the sugaring? You said there wouldn't be sex today.

— What silly questions?! I'm going on a date with a guy! Anything could happen, — I snapped.

— Yes, darling, agreed.

I saw fear and doubt in his eyes.

— Dima, have you changed your mind? Are you sure you're ready? I really don't know how this date might end. We might just have coffee and then go home. Or there might be sex. If you're letting me go, you need to be okay with whatever happens. Otherwise, let's cancel it!

— No, we won't cancel. I'm really nervous. I'm a bit scared. But I've waited so long for this that I definitely don't want you to cancel the date.

— Well then, stop behaving like this. I'm scared too, and I would like to feel your support and confidence. I'm also afraid that you might not handle the consequences of this date.

— My love, don't even think about it! I adore you, and nothing will affect my feelings for you! I love you!

He approached and kissed me deeply. I really liked it. With that kiss, he conveyed his confidence that he loves me.

— Then I'll go get ready for sugaring. What will you be doing?

— I'll play on the computer a bit and wait for the dress selection, darling.

"I'll play, my dear," I thought. And already thoughts about this evening and that photo Misha sent me this morning were flashing through my head.

Tender sex with a cuckold. With cum on pussy.

Tender sex with a cuckold. With cum on pussy.

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 6.After each of those times, ..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 6.

After each of those times, I felt mixed emotions towards Dima. I could rudely respond to a simple question, try to poke fun at him if he failed at something. I began to notice that this desire to h*miliation him in bed started to spill over into everyday life. It scared me because I loved him and understood that all this would not lead to anything good.

I woke up early in the morning, it was a weekend, and Dima was still asleep. I started reading on Google about such practices in couples, honestly, before this, I hadn’t even suspected such things were possible.

"Cuckold" - this word flashed in every article when I typed queries like "Husband asks about sex with the ex," "Husband suggests sex with another man" etc.

A cuckold is a fetishistic sexual practice where husband approves in the sexual "infidelity" of their wife.

So, my husband is a cuckold?

I began to explore different forums, talk to other people, and started to understand that such a thing exists, that my husband was not the only one like this. This somewhat calmed me down if you could call it calm.

At least, I let off some steam and began to understand my Dima more. I really wanted to talk to him about this topic.

Because I didn't need anyone but him. But I must admit, during moments of sexual arousal and his behavior like that, I wanted to humiliation him. Sit on his face or insult him with words. And I even liked it. It was a bit shameful to admit this to myself.

It was very hard to talk to him about this face to face. I took my phone, deliberately got up loudly from the bed to wake him up, and went to the kitchen.

"Dima, I'm really worried about our relationship," I wrote, "I googled this topic and, it seems, I even understood what it's called."

I heard his phone vibrate, he must look at it. A few seconds passed and I saw that the message was read.

"And what did you find out?"

"Um... I'm somehow embarrassed to write this word."

"Sunshine, don't be shy, please write it."

"So... you're a cuckold, or at least you want to be?"

I was trembling. It was a very exciting moment. One thing is to talk about the penises of exes in an aroused state, another thing is to discuss this issue so soberly and calmly.

"Ksyu, you've made me blush. Thanks for at least writing. I would be ashamed to look you in the eyes now."

"That's why I did it. I'm also uncomfortable. So? You want to be a cuckold?"

"Probably, yes."

"Probably or yes?"

"Yes, I want."

I can't say that it didn't bring up any negativity in me now. I was getting used to the idea, but the misunderstanding of how one could want this still prevailed.

"Dima, I don't want to judge you. I want to accept you as you are. But I'm worried that this could destroy our relationship. What do you think?"

"Sunshine, I love you and want to do this not because my feelings for you have weakened."

"Then why? You've noticed how my attitude towards you has changed lately? I haven't loved you any less, but this misunderstanding of you in bed and the desire to sit on your face, it spilled over into everyday life."

"Yes, I noticed. And I understand everything, so I try not to argue with you. Essentially, it's because of me. But I think we will learn to control these processes."

"I hope so, Dima. But be prepared for such my attitude. I can't fully control it yet."

"Okay, my love, I understand."

"Do you really understand all this? One thing is fantasies, and another is reality?"

"I'm probably unsure."

Again he started to show uncertainty and mumble. For me, it was like a drop of bl*od for a shark, I feel it from miles away.

"What are you unsure about, Dima? Are you ready to realize that I went on a date with a guy and he will fuck me? Really, do with me whatever he wants. And I will reciprocate. He will rub his dick on my body, his secretions will stay on me, will give it to my mouth, bend me over… I will moan under him. You've already heard how I moan under another, right? Only then, I wasn't yours."

I sent him this message in one breath. For some time, he didn't respond. Probably, he started masturbating again.

"Sunshine, I really don't want you to misunderstand me, but I really want this and have wanted it for a long time. I often remember how you fucked with Vanya, your moans are still in my head. Exactly those moans, which another brought you to."

"Maybe you have a psychological trauma from this?"

"I don't think so, it's more likely jealousy that grew over time. I was very jealous at the beginning of our relationship. And I started to fantasize that over time this wild jealousy of your past grew into this."

"So you're not jealous?"

"No-no, love. You misunderstood me. I'm infinitely jealous, but this jealousy is diluted with lust. I really want to peek behind the curtain of all this."

"You want to see how another will use me? Dima, I know myself, when I'm on a dick, I can't think and weigh, whether I'm going too far. I fully give myself to the man. My priority is to please the partner I've given myself to. Are you ready for this?"

"Damn, the way you write! I'm both aroused and scared at the same time."

"Fuck, you're starting again! Can you answer me?! Are you sure about your desires right now?!"

I think he could feel my anger even from the other room.

"Yes, sunshine, I want. I'm sure! I will love you even more after this! And it won't negatively affect our relationship! At least from my side."

I doubted his certainty, but okay.

"So you want to watch all this? Or do you want to wait somewhere else while I'm with another? But I'll say this, the first few times I definitely don't want to do it in front of you. I won't be able to fully relax if you're watching."

"Okay, I understand sunshine! I will do as you're comfortable!"

"Good, cuckold!"

These words just burst out of me, I think he almost came. I felt already wet.

I returned to the room, Dima was lying on his back with a phone in his hand. I tore off his blanket and saw that in the other hand was his dick.

I approached him, silently pushed the fabric of his night shorts aside, and sat on his dick. Fuck, it was so pleasant. He lay there so timidly under me, trying not to come in 10 seconds, which was pitiable. I again felt superiority over him and I couldn't but like it. In ordinary life, he solved many of my problems and was a reliable man. But in bed, everything will be different now.

That's roughly what they look like😉. (Screenshots from the h..

That's roughly what they look like😉. (Screenshots from the husband's cell phone). If you're interested, we'll do the translations.

We have a lot of correspondence in telegrams before the meet..

We have a lot of correspondence in telegrams before the meeting, during the meeting and after. We really like this format of communication. We can say more in correspondence than eye to eye. Would you be interested in reading such correspondence?

P.S. But one nuance. The correspondence is in Russian. But we can of course translate them into English.

Hello, new subscribers!😉 I'd love to get your feedback to un..

Hello, new subscribers!😉 I'd love to get your feedback to understand which type of content presentation you enjoy more. We want to make this page as interesting as possible.

P.S. This is a photo from the last meet-up. Some people jerk off, while others make use of me.😏There's also a video. I think you'll find it very interesting.

Sex with my husband, after fantasizing.....

Sex with my husband, after fantasizing.....

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 5.I started the story with ho..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 5.

I started the story with how my husband began asking questions about my ex.
But it seems he was troubled by it long before he asked.
Let me briefly tell you how I met my husband. Perhaps one day I will delve into more detail, but not now. At the time we met, my relationship with my ex, Roma, was in its final days.

I knew a friend of my future husband, named Vanya. And with this "friend," I cheated on Roma. Thus, through him, I met Dima. There was even a time when we vacationed together, rented an apartment as a group, and my future husband heard our sex with Vanya at night. I realized that probably the next questions from my husband would concern my first infidelity.

We slowly but surely continued our path at the end of which my husband would become a cuckold, and I could sleep with anyone I found attractive, even if just for one night. I only now realized that what helped me open up were not just texts with my husband on this topic, but also when he began asking these questions during sex.

We were lying down watching a movie. He was hugging me from behind. Dima began touching my butt, then slipped his hand into my panties and started caressing me. In such a situation, don't need to ask me twice; I get aroused immediately.
He took off my panties and took out his penis. A few moments later, we were having sex.
"Sunshine, please tell me how you cheated on Roma the first time," he whispered in my ear.
During sex and peak arousal, I could very easily answer these questions.
"The first time was actually then, at the apartment, when you were there too," I moaned in response.
"When we all stayed overnight?"
"Yes. You heard everything, didn't you?"
"Yes, I heard. You didn't really try to hide it. Even though you were on the second floor, it was perfectly audible downstairs."
With each of his thrusts, I got even more aroused. I had the urge to tell him everything and maybe even embellish it a bit, so he understood what kind of slut was inside me.
"Why hide it? If I'm having sex with a guy, I don't care about those around us. If I want to moan loudly, I will moan loudly!"
"Tell me how it was, please."
"We had dr*nk quite a bit, went upstairs, and I immediately knelt in front of Vanya. He quickly pulled down his pants, and his dick was in my mouth. It was so delicious. Until then, I had sucked only one dick for 4 years, and I realized this isn't for me. I want to try different ones."
"Are you telling the truth?!"
"Yes, Dima, the truth. You want this, don't you? For your woman to suck others?!"
He paused. The question had never been posed like this before. He just asked about exes, but I was curious if he wanted this in the present and future.
"I...I don't know..."
"You're unsure! Do you want to give me to another man?!"
"Maybe...I don't know...Do you want to?"
The sex was at risk of being interrupted. I was getting annoyed by his timid responses. Deep down, I hoped for a negative answer. I love Dima and didn't want him to let me go with someone else like that. But I felt he wanted it. And in such moments, I began to respect him less. I even thought that we would probably break up, especially if he wanted me to cheat on him in the future. But in the moment of arousal, the part of me that he likes woke up.
"Stop!"
"What? Why?" he asked, frightened.
"I'm saying, pull your dick out of me!"
He complied with my request, I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling, and I saw that he was scared.
"If you insist that I f*ck with another, we might break up, do you understand?!"
"Probably...I understand..."
He was infuriating me at that moment. I wanted masculine behavior, to be a woman in his arms, not thinking about the hands of other men.
"Lie on your back!" I commanded.
I didn't expect that from myself. Neither did he, but he did as told.
I immediately took the cowgirl position, only on his face.
"Lick! You want to lick me after talking about how I was fucked, I know!"
"..."
"Don't answer!"
I started rubbing myself on his face. Hard. I smeared our discharge all over his face. Dima's hands reached out to his penis, and he began to masturbate. This made me even more excited. I felt power over him, and I even liked it.
"Work your tongue harder!" I commanded.
And immediately felt him obeying. Trying to insert his tongue as deep as possible into my vagina.
I was very close to orgasm. Two more movements on his face and I moaned with pleasure. I came. At the same time, he ejaculated on his stomach.
He lay there with a wet face, sperm on his stomach, and penis in hand. His uncertain look still irritated me.
"I'm going to shower," I said quietly and left.

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 4. After that, we had a norm..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 4.

After that, we had a normal life for a long time. Well, if you can call it that. He periodically returned to this topic and tried to learn more and more details about each of my sexual acts with my ex. Over time, I began to get used to it. Even sometimes I got aroused by telling the minutest details. But on the other hand, I was pissed off and angry. There were mixed emotions. Because I didn’t fully understand the nature of my husband’s behavior.

“Did you do it in the car?”, he texted me once when I was at work.

“You’re starting again? Isn’t the information I already told you about the first time enough? Why do you need this?”

“You mentioned once that he had a car. So, I got curious. Was there something between you two there?”

I started to boil. Maybe he really doesn’t love me? Otherwise, how to explain it? I don’t want to know about his sex with his ex, it's disgusting, but he wants to know the details of such a past of mine. It genuinely irritated me, at certain moments. I wanted to tell him something so that he would not ask such questions again.

“Yes, it happened in the car.”

“What happened?”

“Everything, Dima! I sucked him off while he was driving. Sometimes he took me out of town, and it was much more interesting there.”

“Please tell me, my sunshine.”

I just had a lunch break. And the job was not too demanding; I was working in a managerial position, so even outside of lunch, I would have found time to talk to him. It’s convenient to do this in my office.

“After he took my virgi*nity everything became much more interesting, now I could do more than just give a blowjob. The first few weeks we were constantly having sex. His penis was really big. I liked sucking it because it looked very aesthetic, but when he fucked, it was sometimes unpleasant.”

“How did you cope with unpleasant sensations?”

“I couldn't cope, sometimes I endured, but very often the pa*in turned into a very powerful orgasm, especially if I was dr*nk. Such a strong orgasm that it darkened in my eyes. Just considering my petite build, on his penis, I probably looked like that meme where a hamster is eating a banana.”

I deliberately started to write more harshly each time. I was hoping that it would stop him. And he would no longer want to know details about my past. But to my surprise, he continued to ask.

“Was his really bigger than mine?”

“Yes, really. Why should I lie to you?”

“Well, I thought when I was in Moscow, that you were very angry and could have written that to offend me.”

“No, I wrote it because his was really big.”

“Much bigger than mine?”

“Yes, much, Dima. Longer, I think, by three centimeters, and significantly thicker. I liked his penis more than being in a relationship with him. If everything in our relationship with him was decided only by the penis, we would not have broken up.”

After this message, he paused. Probably, such a detailed story about the ex’s penis surprised him. But as I understood later, it only turned him on more.

“Can you describe it?”

“I can. He had pretty large balls, and there was such a large vein at the base of his penis. When he inserted it fully, I even felt it. It was nice. And his head was beautiful. Such a correct shape. And in general, his penis was like from a picture. It’s just a pity that he himself was a jerk.”

“Was there sex in the car?”

“Yes, of course. He took me out of town. First, I sucked him off for a long time. And then there were two options for the situation. He would move back and lower the seat, and I sat on top. This was my favorite position with him. I could control the depth of penetration and it was wonderful, I had the most orgasms in this position. One downside, sometimes I scratched my knees. But that's not scary. The second option was he would get out of the car, open the door where I was sitting, then he would put me in a doggy style position with my face into the car, and my butt outside, and fuck me like that. Then he would cum on my ass and for some reason, wipe his sperm with my clothes. It made me angry. But he did it so often. Then he drove me all wet home, and I had to sneak in so that I wouldn’t have to explain to my mom what those stains were.”

“Sunshine, I’m very turned on. Thank you for telling me in such detail! Do you still have time?”

“Yes, there’s still time. What else do you want to know?”

In such moments, he greatly irritated me. Besides the fear that he doesn’t love me, there was a fear of stopping seeing him as a man. I loved it when a man dominated. And what kind of dominance can we talk about if the guy masturbates to my stories about sex with another.

“Did you swallow his sperm?”

“Yes, but not very often. It was tasty only when I was maximally aroused.”

“Please tell about one such case.”

“I need to remember, wait.”

We paused so that I could find these moments in the depths of my mind.

“I remembered! It was also in the car. I drank, and we were driving around the city. I started stroking his penis, he immediately understood everything, and drove onto the bypass road, slowed down as much as possible for safety. I started sucking him. It was so nice at that moment. Good music, warm in the car, slight intoxication. With one hand he steered, and with the other, he slipped under my skirt and fingered me. From such actions, I swallowed his penis almost halfway, and considering his size, it's like if you would swallow completely.”

I didn’t just write this to him, I was testing the waters. When he would ask to stop.

“What happened next, sunshine?”

“I sucked him off for a long time. Even once came from his fingers. Then I started to jerk him off more intensively. Took it out of my mouth, and just looked at it, working with my hand. He took his fingers out of me and with that hand grabbed my head and directed it to his penis. Said he didn’t want to dirty the cabin. I understood what he meant and continued to jerk off with the penis in my mouth. Didn’t have to wait long, in a few minutes his penis swelled and he started cumming. It was the first time he came like that. There was so much sperm that I even had to take a gulp. I finished giving him a blowjob, but there was still a lot of sperm in my mouth. Didn’t really want to swallow it all. Especially since I already took a gulp. I opened the window and spat it out.

After this message, some time passed and he wrote:

“Thank you, sunshine. I came. Is it okay that I asked you again like this?”

“It’s okay, my love. I almost got used to it:)”

This concluded our next conversation on this topic.

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 3. Before his return home, w..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 3.

Before his return home, we didn't discuss this topic any further. I hoped he had had enough of such revelations and that would be the end of it.

We met at the station, called a taxi, and went home. He seemed to have missed me. I could feel his hands shaking. As we drove, I could see his erection through his jeans.

I hadn't seen him like this in a long time. I wondered if it was because we hadn't seen each other for ten days, or because of his inquiries about my ex? Anyway, it's a rhetorical question.

We arrived home, entered the apartment, and as soon as he closed the door, he pounced on me and started kissing me.

Before I could say anything, he knelt in front of me, started unbuttoning my jeans, pulled them down along with my panties in one movement, and began frantically licking me. Dima often performed oral sex on me before. There was nothing unusual about it for me. But this time, it was clear he didn't want to stop and was doing it more eagerly than ever.

I looked down at him, feeling some sort of superiority. I remembered how he begged for stories about my ex's penis, asked how he had sex with me. It started to turn me on a bit. I grabbed his hair, clenched it tightly, and pressed his face even harder between my legs. After that, he began to lick more intensely. His breathing was uneven and rapid.

I enjoy cunnilingus, but now I wanted him to fuck me.

"Let's go to the room, I want your dick," I told him without letting go of his hair.

"Darling, I want to lick you more, please," he momentarily detached his lips from my crotch. "May I?"

It looked odd. His face was all slobbery and wet with my secretions. I had missed his dick these ten days. I wanted to feel a man, and here he was, crawling on his knees, begging to lick.

"Alright, lick," I said haughtily.

I didn't expect such a thing from myself, but I liked it...

I turned around to face him with my back. He didn't lose a beat, and started to lick my ass. Damn, actually, it was very pleasant. He did it with some fervor. Inserting his tongue inside. As deep as he could. I'm not a fan of anal sex, but a tongue in the ass is something special.

"Oh, God, what are you doing?!" I moaned.

He kept licking non-stop, and it became clear to me that I wouldn't get his dick. Then, with one hand, I pressed his head, and with the other, I started to masturbate. He was literally fucking me with his tongue and nose. A few more movements of his tongue, and I felt an orgasm approaching. It was so powerful. I trembled, my legs buckled, I literally leaned on his face like a chair, so I wouldn't fall.

"What was that, darling?" I asked while still in that position.

He gently licked off the remnants of my secretions, as if cleaning a plate after a wonderful restaurant dish.

"I missed you so much," came from below. "I wanted to feel your taste and scent."

"Did you feel it?" I turned to him, took his chin, and started pulling up.

He stood up. His face was all wet, smelling of me. I kissed him passionately.

"Yes, sunshine, I felt it, thank you! You're so delicious, I'll never leave for so long again!"

And indeed, that turned out to be true. Since then, we never parted for so long.

I lowered my hands to his zipper. His dick was hard, making it bulge noticeably. I pushed Dima against the wall, went down, and started to remove his jeans. He helped by unbuckling his belt, and the jeans fell to the floor. His underwear was all wet with pre-cum.

"Wow, you're all wet," I said with a smile, taking his dick in my hand.

He immediately closed his eyes and froze. I felt like I controlled him. Dima was so vulnerable at that moment. I gently licked the tip of his dick and started to grip it more tightly at the base. I moved it across my lips, watching his facial expression. He was biting his lips, occasionally looking at me, but somehow couldn't hold my gaze for long.

It was clear that if I made a few more movements, he would cum. I took his dick head in my mouth and started to make circular movements with my tongue around it. One movement, a second, a third... I felt the dick starting to fill with bl*od. I took it out of my mouth and continued to jerk him off vigorously.

He moaned... sperm shot out in powerful streams, covering my face. It was so easy to make him cum that it was almost uninteresting. But overall, I enjoyed it. I stood up without taking my eyes off him and kissed him. Judging by his stunned facial expression, he was shocked by the kiss with his sperm on my lips. But he didn't say anything. After the kiss, I quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my face.

Back then, I couldn't even imagine how much our life would change in the coming years. And that this episode with stories about the ex would be the starting point for the most interesting events in our life.

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My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 2. Dima wrote early in the m..

My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 2.

Dima wrote early in the morning:

"Good morning, sunshine. Are you not mad at me for yesterday?"

"Good morning. I'm not mad, but I'm still digesting what we talked about yesterday. You really surprised me."

"I'm sorry it turned out this way. I just couldn't keep it inside any longer. I hope you can understand."

Honestly, it was very hard for me to understand him. But one thing was clear, I love him. And if he dared to share this with me, then it's important. If I start dictating terms now, we're unlikely to sort out this situation. So, I decided to give him a chance to ask more questions.

"Do you have any more questions? I need to start getting ready for work in an hour, so we still have time."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, go ahead then."

"You said that sometimes you gave him oral before having sex first time. How long before your first sex did you suck him off?"

"Honestly, I don't remember. Maybe half a year."

"Wow. That long. And it wasn't hard to do that and not go further?"

"Sometimes it was hard, but to be honest, it was enough for me. I mean, after that he gave me cunnilingus. So, it wasn't that difficult."

"Please tell me where you did it?"

"Oh, what strange questions, Dima) What does it matter... well, mostly at his place. I would visit, we would lock ourselves in a room, and while watching a movie I might play with his dick."

"My dick is getting hard..."

"I could spend the whole movie lying on his leg, and suck it. Am I being detailed enough?"

I tried to act confidently. I didn't show that it was unple^sant for me. But today was easier anyway. I had at least gotten some sleep.

"Yes, very detailed. Thank you, sunshine. This is very important to me. I'm so aroused right now."

"Does talking about this excite you?"

"Yes, very much. I'm masturbating right now. It's an unusu^al feeling."

"Hm… you never cease to surprise me."

"Where did he finish?"

"Differently. Often, I would just jerk him off, and he would finish on his stomach or somewhere to the side. And sometimes I could lick the cum from his belly"

"Did you like his cum...?"

"Yes, but it was rare. Sometimes I did it while kneeling in front of him, he could finish on my face. And some might get into my mouth. That's how I sometimes tasted it. Mostly, if I d*ank, I might be in the mood, so I allowed him to finish wherever he wanted."

"Damn, I almost finished just now."

"What's needed for you to finish?"

I really wanted him to let off steam so we could end this conversation.

"Tell me about the first time you suck his dick, please."

"I was with friends at a disco, and we each had something to drink. For us, being eighteen-year-old girls, it felt like a lot. I was feeling lightheaded. And he came to walk me home. We walked through the park, it was already dark, hardly any people around. We sat on a bench and started kissing. He unzipped his pants and took his dick out."

"Had you seen it before then?"

"No, we had been dating since we were 17. And nothing happened until I turned 18."

"Wow! Is that possible?"

"I was very childish at that age. I really didn't want to have sex. But closer to eighteen, I started to feel attraction. Should I continue?"

"Yes, please."

"He took it out and placed my hand on it. It was actually very interesting. Then I went down and kissed it. Then tried sucking. He was so surprised. I started jerking it off and simultaneously taking it in my mouth."

"Did you like the taste-smell?"

"Yes, it was good."

"Where did he finish?"

"Almost in my mouth. I managed to move my head away…"

Before I could finish writing, a message arrived:

"I'm done, sunshine…"

"Good. I'm glad."

The feeling of awkwardness and slight disgust with the situation didn't pass. But I decided we would discuss this issue when he came home. Although, somewhere deep down, it was pleasing to realize that I had brought him to orgasm with my words.

"Thank you, sunshine! You can't even imagine how amazing you made me feel! It was an unreal orgasm."

"You're welcome, love. I'm going to get ready. What are your plans for today?"

"We're waking up now and heading to the cyber-arena. NaVi plays at 10:00. And then home in the evening. We'll grab some beer, maybe some sushi, and play."

"Got it. Have a good day. Kisses!"

We didn't bring up this topic for the rest of his trip. We continued a long time after he returned.

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