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After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 2 There’s one ..

After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 2

There’s one more thing I’d like to explain. It might not be very pleasant for potential lovers to hear.

I described my emotions and feelings for Sasha so vividly because, in the moment of arousal, I was truly experiencing them. It’s hard to stay indifferent during sex. You’re being filled by another person, and the hormones take over. Nature designed it this way — once the desire to give someone sex arises, during the act itself, you’re going to feel the man, and want to surrender to him. You might even end up doing “forbidden” things (like rimming Sasha). But that wasn’t because I adore him with every fiber of my being — it was because I needed that experience for me, for the emotions. I imagined how my husband would react, and that made me want it even more.

On top of that, like any other woman, I absolutely love watching a man lose his mind from what I do to him. It shoots my self-esteem through the roof.

But the most important part is what happens after sex. I often get messages like, “Aren’t you afraid you might fall in love with Sasha? You seemed to feel so much for him.” My answer is simple: No.

I love my husband. Everything I do — I do for myself and for him. Sasha, like any other man who has been or will be with me, is just a means to an end. The goal is for me to enjoy myself, and to fulfill my husband’s desires. The lover is in last place, honestly. If something didn’t work for him, I don’t really worry about it.

Among other couples in the lifestyle, we sometimes heard the term “teabag” used for a lover — you use it and throw it away. I personally don’t support that term. It’s disrespectful, even though some people do treat their lovers exactly like that.

In our experience, there have been times when a guy would lose his erection the moment I asked to film for my husband. So I’d have to tell my husband that we couldn’t record for now. And if he was okay with it, I would just focus on the lover — without distracting him with filming or updates. Later, I would describe everything to my husband in detail. Everyone’s happy. He values my honesty and the fact that I never fake anything. He knows I’ll never do something I don’t enjoy. Those who are in the lifestyle might understand exactly what I mean.

As for what happened next with Sasha — we never met again. For various reasons. Sometimes he wasn’t available, sometimes we weren’t. Living in different cities is a challenge. The first time, we made it work because there was so much curiosity. But after I tried him, my curiosity faded. Yes, the sex was good, but he didn’t interest me as a person. So I didn’t see him as a potential regular lover.

We still exchange a few messages every month. Maybe we’ll meet again someday — but for now, there are no plans.

This is what my hubby sees when he comes home tired from wor..

This is what my hubby sees when he comes home tired from work 😅 And everyone is happy.

We don't usually publish videos like this. That kind of stuf..

We don't usually publish videos like this. That kind of stuff stays between me and my husband. But this time I was in the mood to make him put on his stockings and stand up like an obedient bitch...😏

After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 1 I want to st..

After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 1

I want to start with a bit of backstory.

Orgasms are very important to me. Does that sound strange? Maybe they’re important to everyone? But somehow, I feel like I couldn’t live even a month with someone who doesn’t bring me to orgasm — even if I loved him. And that’s all because of my first relationship.

I started dating my first boyfriend when I was 18. It might be hard to believe, but we didn’t have sex until two years later, when I was twenty. There were many reasons for that, but the main one was probably the size of his penis. It was really huge. And to keep him from leaving me, we stuck to petting for those two years, and I gave him blowjobs now and then. I even once measured his dick with a ruler out of curiosity. I remember it was about twenty-one centimeters. Considering my petite body and my height — 150 cm — it was just too much. So I put off sex for as long as I could.

When it finally happened, it was really painful. Even after everything healed. It took me three days to recover from that night — I had pain in my lower abdomen. And even afterward, it still felt uncomfortable when he tried to go all the way in. I could only have sex with him when I was “fun”. And the worst part? I almost never had orgasms with him. I endured it for two years, until I finally decided to cheat.

The first time I cheated, I still didn’t orgasm — even though the guy’s size was normal. I don’t know what the problem was.

Yes, I really enjoyed the process itself — for the first time, it didn’t hurt. I could finally relax and enjoy it. I didn’t have to fear that he’d go too deep and I’d feel pain again.

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I started to worry that the problem was with me. I even began to regret cheating. The goal I had — to reach orgasm — hadn’t been achieved. So I started to think it had all been for nothing.

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But the lack of orgasms pushed me to keep searching for someone who could do it right. And I had my first orgasm with my future husband, Dima. Technically, I was still with my first boyfriend at that point, but our relationship was strained, and we only had sex once or twice a month. So I don’t even know if it counted as cheating.

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I think I fell in love with Dima the moment I lay next to him after sex and realized I had finally felt what I’d been missing for years — an orgasm.

Yes, I could make myself cum, but experiencing those feelings during sex with a man — that was something else.

Some people fall in love with pretty eyes — I fell in love after an orgasm.

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I’m telling you all this so you understand just how important orgasms are to me. Before I slept with Sasha, my husband was the only man who could make me cum. That’s why something shifted in my mind that day.

No, it didn’t change how I feel about Dima in terms of love — but it did change the fact that he no longer had a monopoly on my pleasure.

Until then, I was sure I could only orgasm with him.

But Sasha proved otherwise. That was the turning point…

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After that, Dima stopped being the “sex god” for me. He was still great in bed, I still orgasm with him almost every time — but now he’s not the only one.

The mental barriers were gone.

It’s hard to explain, but after sex with Sasha, I could talk to my husband more firmly. I could easily switch how I acted toward him.

If he wanted to be a cuckold and be treated accordingly, it no longer felt unnatural to me.

And the most important thing — everything I said and did came from a real place.

It was no longer a game…

P.S. The photo is of my husband's penis 😅 Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of my first boyfriend's penis.

And this is how I invite my husband over😏 But the only thing..

And this is how I invite my husband over😏 But the only thing he's allowed to do is lick the cum off my face!

You never know when you could use some help 😏That's what it'..

You never know when you could use some help 😏

That's what it's like to deal with an experienced hotwife

I sat there, waiting for my lover to get out of the shower. ..

I sat there, waiting for my lover to get out of the shower. My emotions were mixed, but mostly pleasant.

At the same time, my cuckold was waiting downstairs outside the hotel.

I’ll just say this — I never got to finish that glass 😈

Video from the meeting with Sasha 😏

Video from the meeting with Sasha 😏

We prepared for you screenshots of our chat from the meeting..

We prepared for you screenshots of our chat from the meeting with Sasha. Do you want to see the video? 😏

Sasha. Part 7.⠀"I’m already free. On my way to you. I’ll be ..

Sasha. Part 7.

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"I’m already free. On my way to you. I’ll be there in ten to a few minutes."

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A shiver ran through my body as I read the message. The long-awaited meeting was about to happen. I could hardly believe it. There had been so many disagreements with Dima about Sasha, but I was thrilled that everything had worked out as I had planned. I was lying in a hotel room rented by a guy from the internet who wanted to have sex with me. The thought of it gave me emotions I had never experienced before.

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I replied almost instantly:

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"Got it. Can’t wait."

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Now, I had to share the news with my cuckold.

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"He’ll be here in ten to a few minutes. Don’t text me; I’ll write when I have time."

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"Okay, my love. I’ll wait."

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"Wait for the photos, cuckold!"

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I put my phone aside and sat on the bed. There was a slight nervousness. I counted every minute, waiting for Sasha—not just out of excitement, but also anxiety. After about ten minutes, I heard a knock at the door and flinched. I quickly walked to the door, turned the key in the lock, and opened it.

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"Hi, Ksyusha," Sasha said with a smile.

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"Hi, Sasha…"

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My cheeks flushed. It had been a while since I felt so awkward. His broad shoulders immediately caught my eye.

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"Come in," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

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He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and kissed me right away. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his strong hands immediately grabbed my ass. At that moment, I understood the meaning of the phrase "to hold in your hands."

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He was almost a head taller than me. Effortlessly, he lifted me off the ground, holding me by my ass, and brought me to his face level. I spread my legs to press myself tightly against him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He pinned me against the wall and continued kissing my lips, then moved lower to my neck.

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"Damn, you smell so good!"

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At that moment, I didn’t belong to myself or Dima—I belonged entirely to him. Only women’s would understand what it’s like when a man picks you up and makes you feel weightless. You feel like a toy in his hands, and that alone can make you come. He squeezed my ass so hard that I started moaning.

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The next moment, he put me back on the floor, placed his hand on my shoulder, and gently pushed me down. That nudge was enough to make me obediently drop to my knees.

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"Help me undo my belt, sunshine," he said calmly.

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While one hand stroked my hair, the other gently caressed my cheek.

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Every word he said felt like an order I had to obey, and I wanted to follow them as quickly as possible. With trembling hands, I started undoing his belt. Luckily, it had a classic buckle, so it wasn’t too difficult. After that, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

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"Good bitch, my slut…"

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His voice drove me crazy. His jeans fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I started kissing his cock through his boxers. His hand moved to the back of my head, pressing me closer to him.

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He smelled so good. I don’t like it when a guy is fresh out of the shower because it washes away his natural scent. For me, that’s important. He should be clean but not overly so.

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I lost track of time, completely immersed in the moment. Suddenly, I felt his boxers slide down. A moment later, his hard cock slapped against my cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum. I could smell him even more now. Sasha’s cock was slightly bigger than Dima’s, with two prominent veins running from the base to the middle.

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I grabbed it with both hands and took it deep into my mouth. Sasha threw his head back and groaned:

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"Ohhh yeah, you slut! Good job!"

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His hand gripped my hair, and he started controlling my movements. When I felt the taste and size of his cock, I knew I’d have more than one orgasm tonight. He gently fucked my mouth, and when he let me catch my breath, I licked his balls.

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I was so into it that he didn’t even need to hold me—I was eagerly bobbing my head up and down, only pulling away when I needed air.

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"Easy, baby, I’m about to come…" Sasha said, pulling me back.

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I get too carried away when I suck cock. If he hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve made him finish right there at the door. Sasha reached out his hand, and I stood up. He picked me up like a bride and carried me to the bed.

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"I’ll take a quick shower. Don’t go anywhere," he smirked.

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I giggled in response.

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Sasha went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of running water. During that time, I decided to undress so I could greet him naked when he came out. I didn’t want to waste any time once he was back. My desire to feel him inside me was overwhelming.

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A few seconds later, my underwear and dress were on the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot. I need to text Dima while I have the chance," I thought.

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I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. He was online, probably waiting for my message.

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"Dima, he’s in the shower. I already sucked him off. He’s perfect."

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"Wow, my love 🙈 Did you start right at the door?"

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"Yeah, right at the door. I’ll disappear again soon."

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I put the phone back on the nightstand. Then I got on all fours, facing away from the bathroom door. The sound of the door opening…

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"Wow, you’re something else, you slut!"

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His words made me arch my back and spread my legs wider.

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I heard his footsteps. Then I felt his hands on my ass. He wasn’t in a hurry to enter me. Sasha started slapping his cock against my pussy, rubbing his wet tip against my ass. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back. I saw him fully naked. Seeing it in real life was different from videos. His broad shoulders, muscular chest, and defined abs—I admired him with pleasure and curiosity, and he noticed.

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"Do you like it?"

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"Yes, you have an amazing body," I said, my brain no longer focused on conversation. "Fuck me!"

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"Wow, you’re something else!" he said, surprised.

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"Sasha, please fuck me! I can’t take it anymore…"

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As soon as I finished that sentence, he moved closer, shifted me to the middle of the bed, and lay between my legs. His lips pressed against my pussy. I gasped in surprise. Then I felt his fingers working in sync with his tongue—first one finger, then a second. Given how big his hands were, I could’ve mistaken them for his cock. It felt so good. He fingered me more aggressively, and I could hear the wet sounds coming from my pussy…

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Sasha pulled his lips away from my hole and focused on fingering me. One hand supported my lower back, while the other continued to work inside me. What happened next was a first for me. He pressed his fingers against a spot inside me… and unexpectedly, I came… like an electric shock through my body.

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I wasn’t ready for it, so I moaned loudly.

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"Shhh, quiet, slut!" Sasha whispered, startled.

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"Stop, please!" I said, trying to catch my breath. "Sasha, what… what was that? How did you do that??"

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Sasha pulled his fingers out.

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I had never experienced anything like that from a guy before.

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"Did you like it?"

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"You have no idea!" I reached out to him, inviting him into my arms. "Sasha, come here…"

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He lay on top of me, and I felt like a doll again, just like when he pinned me against the wall. We started kissing again. I could feel his cock rubbing against my pussy.

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"I need to put on a condom… But I want it without one…" flashed through my mind.

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My thoughts were interrupted as Sasha guided his cock into me. With one sharp movement, he was inside me all the way.

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What I felt at that moment is hard to describe without swearing. Sasha’s powerful body pressed me into the bed, and his hips thrust his cock deep into me. I could feel every inch of him… even the veins on his cock.

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It’s all a blur, but I remember him covering my mouth with his hand at times. I don’t know how loud I was moaning, but he occasionally whispered, "Quiet, slut, the whole hotel will hear us!"

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If only he knew how little I cared. In that state, I wasn’t thinking about who might hear me.

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He fucked me like that until I came again.

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At one point, he pulled out, sat up, and straddled me, his knees on either side of my head.

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The view was incredible. His cock, his smooth balls, and… he had even prepared his ass… no wonder he told me how much he liked having it licked.

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"I almost forgot, Dima!" I suddenly remembered.

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Sasha was already jerking off above my face, and I realized he was about to come…

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"Take it off, please…" I asked.

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He grabbed my phone.

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While the camera was loading, Sasha didn’t stop—he even sped up. I decided to help him and started licking his balls… a few strokes of my tongue, and he gasped. His cock swelled, and he came all over my face. There was so much cum. It spilled into my mouth, on my cheeks, my hair… even my forehead… It had been a while since I tasted and smelled another man’s cum.

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I realized he had just started recording. It was a shame the best part wasn’t captured. I needed to pose for Dima. I grabbed his cock with both hands and rubbed the cum all over my face, looking into the camera. He’d love this. A few seconds later, Sasha turned off the camera and tossed the phone aside.

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"That’s enough for him. We’ll record more later."

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He climbed off me and collapsed onto the bed. I immediately ran to the bathroom to wash off the cum before it got in my eyes. After that, I returned to the room. Sasha was lying with his eyes closed, arms spread out. I tiptoed over, lay on his shoulder, and he hugged me, stroking my back.

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It was an intimate moment. Lying on another man’s shoulder. "I think Dima will appreciate this detail," I thought. "He wanted everything to feel as real as possible."

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We lay like that for about twenty minutes, talking about random things. I stroked Sasha’s chest and stomach, which started to turn me on again. I began kissing his muscular chest, my lips moving lower… his stomach, then his pubic area, and soon his cock was near my face again.

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"Give me the phone. I want to record more for your husband," Sasha said.

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Throughout everything, I tried to think about Dima. How each moment would look through the camera lens. Honestly, it was a bit distracting. I grabbed the phone and handed it to Sasha. He started recording as I played with his now-hard cock.

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This time, I didn’t want to rush. With the tip of my tongue, I carefully licked the precum from his head. One hand stroked him, while the other massaged his balls. It was clear he was enjoying it, but the recording was distracting him too. I posed a bit more for Dima, and then Sasha put the phone down.

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From the head, I slowly moved down to his balls… Sasha put his hands behind his head and watched me with pleasure.

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Everything down there was so neat and well-groomed that I decided to go further and do something that would make both Sasha and… Dima come. Sasha would come from what I was doing, and Dima would come from knowing I was doing it to another man.

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From his balls, my tongue moved lower… very slowly. Sasha shuddered. I noticed him trying to spread his legs wider and lift his hips toward me.

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A little more, and I felt my tongue touch his asshole… Sasha moaned so loudly that he had to cover his own mouth. I started circling my tongue around it, occasionally moving up to his balls and then back down. Sasha started jerking himself off. If I kept going, he’d come a second time, but I wanted more sex. I stopped and said:

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"Sasha, you’re not going to come, are you? I want more of you…"

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He looked at me, got up, and grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket. He quickly opened it and put it on. Gently, he pulled me to the edge of the bed by my leg, grabbed my waist, and positioned me on all fours, my ass facing him. I felt like a toy in his strong hands again.

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"Give me the phone…" his voice sent shivers through me.

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At the last moment, I grabbed the phone and tossed it to him.

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He entered me and started recording. During the process, he grabbed my hair, spanked my ass… In my head, I thought, "Dima’s going to love these shots."

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I could feel his balls slapping against me. My hand reached down, and every time he thrust all the way in, I stroked his balls.

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It made him pause.

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"Ahhh, what are you doing?!" he whispered loudly. "I’m going to come!"

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But that didn’t stop me. He sped up. I felt the familiar heaviness building in my lower abdomen. Another orgasm was approaching. I moved my hand from his balls to my clit and started rubbing myself.

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"Sasha, please don’t stop…" I moaned. "Just a little more…"

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I probably shouldn’t have said that because right after, he flipped me onto my back, pulled off the condom, and came on my stomach. I didn’t stop and kept rubbing my clit. The thought of lying there covered in his cum made me come almost immediately after him… Sasha stood beside me, watching me writhe in ecstasy, stroking my inner thigh, and enjoying the sight.

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After I came, Sasha went to the shower. While he was washing, I started to come down from the orgasm. I wasn’t as interested in talking to him anymore, let alone having more sex. I really wanted to share my emotions with Dima. I opened the chat with my husband and sent the videos we had recorded.

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Sasha came out of the shower and lay down next to me.

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"Damn, that was amazing, Ksyusha!"

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"Yeah, I really enjoyed it too. I think half the hotel heard us."

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Sasha laughed.

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"Yeah, I think so too. Are you worried about that?"

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"No, honestly, I don’t care."

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I really didn’t care. It was a different city. I didn’t know anyone here. Let them listen to my moans as much as they wanted.

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Sasha put his hand on my leg and started stroking it.

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"Sasha, could you open the window? It’s stuffy in here."

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I was trying to gently hint that it was time for him to leave.

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"Yeah, it was pretty hot," he replied.

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"Good thing it’s cool outside."

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After saying that, I covered myself with the blanket. From Sasha’s expression, it was clear he was starting to realize I didn’t want to continue.

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"I guess I’ll go…" he said uncertainly.

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"Okay, Sasha. Thanks for organizing all this. I really enjoyed it!"

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I tried not to act like a total bitch. At least I wanted to pretend I didn’t want him to leave. But it wasn’t working well. I just wanted to be alone in the room as soon as possible.

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Sasha quickly got dressed. While he tied his shoelaces, I got out of bed and walked over to him to see him off. I was still naked. Sasha kissed me, said goodbye, and left the room.

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For a while, I was alone with my thoughts. I processed everything that had just happened. Finally, the long-awaited orgasm—two, actually. And it was with another man. The realization that my relationship with Dima had reached this point made me feel aroused again. But it was a different kind of arousal. Sasha had dominated me, and now I wanted to dominate Dima. I wanted to humiliate him and feel power over him.

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I picked up my phone and texted him:

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"I’m free now. Waiting for you. I came twice!"

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"Is he gone already?"

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"Yeah."

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"Are you happy?"

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"Yes. I’ll definitely meet him again. He fucked me so good."

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"Sorry, my love, for asking so many questions, but I really want to know the details."

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"Ask away, cuckold. You should know everything. I just realized what it means to be free. I want to keep fucking other men. And even if you don’t like it, you’ll have to deal with it."

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At that moment, I truly meant what I said. When the arousal fades, I might even feel ashamed of those words. It’s like two different people live inside me.

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"I’m okay with it, my love. I’m really glad you’re happy and that you enjoyed it."

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"Do you want to know how it went?"

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"Yes, I really do! But don’t tell me everything at once, or I’ll come too soon."

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"I’ll write however I want! Got it!?"

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"Yes, sorry."

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"Anyway, you’re not going to fuck me tonight. You’re only going to lick me."

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"Whatever you say. I’d be happy just to lick

you."

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"It’s such a strange feeling. I feel so good. I didn’t think about you at all with him. Everything he did felt amazing."

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I lied a little in that message. I wanted to humiliate him with that phrase. In reality, I had thought about him, especially when I needed to record videos for him.

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"How many times did he come?"

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"Twice. The first time was about twenty minutes after he arrived.

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When he came in, he started kissing me right away. Then he grabbed my hair and made me kneel in front of him. I started kissing his cock through his boxers. Damn, he smelled so good. His testosterone must be through the roof. Then he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled down his boxers… his cock slapped against my face. By the way, did you come while he was fucking me?"

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"No, my love. I’m waiting for your permission."

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"Are you still at the hostel?"

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"Yeah."

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"Then get over here. I want you to lick me after him. You need to be humiliated to the max. I didn’t shower on purpose."

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"Can you tell me what happened next?"

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"Didn’t you hear me, cuckold!? Get your ass over here. I want to tell you in person!"

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I was really starting to feel aggressive toward him. But as before, I could see that he enjoyed it. So there was no point in holding back…

Spring has come, and there's more desire than opportunity to..

Spring has come, and there's more desire than opportunity to see my lover, so I have to look for other options🫦

Your options, is that a picture of me with my lover? Or is i..

Your options, is that a picture of me with my lover? Or is it my cuckold meeting me after a night out with another lover?

- Look at me.I love the way you're looking at me now - with ..

- Look at me.

I love the way you're looking at me now - with adoration, with pain. Do you realize that I belong to him more than to you? That my moans, my passion, my delight are all for him? And you. you're just someone who endures. Who accepts his role.

I'll leave and he'll take me like you never could. I'll scream his name, scratch his back, beg him not to stop. And you? You'll probably listen, if I let you. Or just wait for me to come back - disheveled, satisfied, with a smile on your lips. And when I lie down next to you, you'll smell his scent on my skin.

This is a situation that happened recently 😅 This time I for..

This is a situation that happened recently 😅 This time I forgot to warn hubby that I'll be late😈

"Hey hubby. Decided to get you a picture before I start fuck..

"Hey hubby. Decided to get you a picture before I start fucking your sunshine😆 Look how cool she is sucking my dick. Don't text her for the next two hours, she'll be busy. Got it?"

Sasha. Part 6.During the entire two-hour drive, I paid no at..

Sasha. Part 6.

During the entire two-hour drive, I paid no attention to Dima. I was texting Sasha the whole time. He kept telling me how aroused he was and what he wanted to do to me. The situation turned me on even more. My husband was driving me to my lover, and I wasn’t even talking to him—he was just like a taxi driver to me. The only time I spoke to him was when we arrived at the hotel.

“Are we here?” I asked.

“Yes, this is it,” Dima replied.

His voice was trembling. I could see how nervous he was, and I also noticed the bulge in his jeans. That’s when I decided to ask him one last time:

“Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind? Once I step out of this car, you won’t have any control. There’s no turning back. And this time, it will be much more serious than the first.”

“Yes, I’m ready, my love. I just want you to enjoy yourself. Have fun.”

At that moment, I had the sudden urge to slap him. Not too hard, just enough to snap him out of it. He had turned into such a weakling. I was telling him in detail how much I liked another man and what I was willing to do to please him, and all he did was wish me a good time. I couldn’t hold back and said:

“Your behavior right now is disgusting! And you know what? I’m already wet. He hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m already ready for him. Now kiss your wife,” I grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his face between my legs. “In just a couple of hours, I’ll be dripping with another man’s cum while you jerk off, cuckold.”

He started kissing me through my panties. I held his head, looking down at him—both literally and figuratively. Looking at him like he was nothing.

Without letting go of his hair, I yanked his head back roughly. Then I stepped out of the car without looking back and walked into the hotel.

At the reception desk, there was a pleasant woman.

“Hello, I’m Ksenia. There should be a room booked under my name.”

She checked the computer.

“Yes, I see it. I’ll take you there now.”

She led me to the room, and I stepped inside, locking the door behind me.

Right away, I texted Dima:

“I’ve checked in.”

He replied instantly.

“Got it, sunshine. I booked a hostel nearby. There weren’t many available rooms at your hotel, and the ones that were left were too expensive.”

I didn’t care where he was staying. For some reason, the thought of it turned me on even more.

“Good. I’m going to take a shower now and wait for him.”

“Have you already imagined how it will be?”

“Yes, I have. I want to be his whore tonight. I’ll let him do whatever he wants.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, my love. It’s such a strange feeling—I’m your husband, but I can’t fuck you, no matter how much I want to.”

“You’re right. Right now, I’d rather touch myself than let you fuck me. I want a real man, one who wouldn’t share me. And Sasha definitely won’t.”

“I understand you, sunshine.”

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I turned on the tap, but no water came out. I went back to the reception desk to ask why. They told me there were maintenance works going on.

“Fuck! There’s no water in the room!” I texted Dima.

“Maybe ask at reception?”

“I already did! They’re doing maintenance. I asked why they even let guests check in if there’s no water, and they said it’ll be back by noon. Whatever, it’s not a big deal—I’ll just lie down for a bit. Sasha is texting me, I’ll reply to you later.”

“Alright, love, I’ll be waiting.”

I lay down on the bed and opened Sasha’s message.

“Hey, baby. Are you all checked in?”

“Yes, Sasha. I’m waiting for you. Are you coming soon?”

“Like I said, around three. You should get yourself ready—I want to fuck you! If you only knew how turned on I am, my little slut! By the way, where’s your husband staying?”

“I want you so bad too. I’m already so wet. I love when you call me those names ☺️ Dima booked a hostel somewhere nearby. Oh, and one more thing—he asked if we could take some photos and videos while we fuck. Are you okay with that?”

“Damn, I don’t really like distractions in moments like that, so I can’t promise. But if you ask nicely, maybe.”

“I’ll do my best. 😘”

“Good girl, slut.”

In moments like this, I really felt like a slut. Some guy had booked a hotel room for me, where he was going to fuck me. He talked to me in a way I wouldn’t even let my husband, and it turned me on. I really wanted to take those photos for him. I wanted to obey him.

A message from Dima popped up:

“Can you send me a couple of pictures, sunshine?”

“Of course, cuckold. But I’ll send them to Sasha first.”

I heard water start running in the bathroom.

“Water’s back on. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Got it, love.”

“By the way, Dima, I’m hungry. Order me something.”

“Sure. What do you want, sunshine?”

“Pizza and Pepsi will be perfect—it’s high in calories, and I’ll need lots of energy.”

I stripped and decided to take some photos for Sasha. The whole thing turned me on so much—I was so wet, as if I had already had sex. I had never felt anything like this before. I was talking to two men at once—one of them a cuckold—but both of them wanted me, both wanted my attention. And I got to choose who I talked to and who I fucked.

I took some photos and sent them to Sasha.

“Fuck, Ksyu, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t even focus on work, I can only think about you!”

“I’ve been thinking about you for days. I can’t wait to find out what you’re like in bed.”

“You’ll find out soon, you little bitch!”

I sent the same photo to Dima.

“Are you sending him pictures too?”

“Him first, then you.”

“Got it. That’s how it should be.”

With every message like that, my disgust for him grew exponentially. I hadn’t yet crossed that final red line in my mind—the one where I’d start fully insulting him, swearing at him, or targeting his most sensitive spots, like telling him that sometimes I fake orgasms with him. I was sure that would humiliate him too much. So, I tried to hold back and just test the waters:

“Dima, be honest. Aren’t you disgusted with yourself right now? Is there any part of you that still feels like a man? Are you jealous?”

“Yes, I am. I’m extremely jealous. Especially of Sasha.”

“Why Sasha? Why didn’t you feel this way with Misha?”

“I don’t know. Misha wasn’t like Sasha. He didn’t dominate you like this or call you a slut. Even I’m not allowed to do that.”

“Yeah, you’re not. You don’t do it well enough. Sorry, but ever since I found out about your fantasies of sharing me, I can’t see you as dominant. Let’s drop it. When’s the food arriving? Will you let me know?”

“Understood. Yes, sunshine, I’ll let you know.”

…

I put my phone on charge so it wouldn’t die at the wrong moment and kept waiting impatiently for Sasha.

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About Lovers When we started our blog, we thought that the ..

About Lovers

When we started our blog, we thought that the majority of our subscribers would be cuckolds or those who want to become one. But it turned out that quite a few of our followers are actually the third party—men who dream of sleeping with a married woman. For them, this experience is much more emotionally intense than sex with a single girl.

One guy once wrote to me:

“Men are naturally competitive, always trying to assert their dominance. When you take another man’s woman, on some subconscious level, you’re dominating him as well. You’re doing things to her that he might not even be allowed to do. And in my experience, that happens quite often.

Plus, you ‘mark’ her with your scent, your cum, knowing that the cuckold is fully aware of it. And when she comes home, her husband can smell it on her face and between her legs. It utterly humiliates him. There’s something primal about it.”

I don’t know why, but I liked the way he described it. As I’ve mentioned before, I never treat a lover like a teabag or a hyper-realistic sex toy. I see him as a man with his own personality. And most of the time, these are men who love to dominate. In turn, I love submitting to such men. If I ever sense weakness, I lose interest in him. I instinctively start to dominate him instead, and it makes me want to just shove his head between my legs and make him lick—without letting him go any further.

That guy also asked if I let my lovers humiliate my husband. I said no, but… I do know exactly what makes a cuckold’s heart race.

Imagine standing there with a camera, filming your wife having sex with another man. He grabs her by the hair, forcing her head down onto his cock… then he looks at you and says:

“Look at your slut sucking so well, get a close-up.”

Or after sex, he takes off his condom, full of cum, and throws it at you. Then tells you to go get him a beer.

I wonder, what do cuckolds think about this kind of interaction with their wife’s lover?

And what about the lovers? Do you prefer when the husband is present, or would you rather have the woman all to yourself?

Sasha. The Day of the Encounter. Part 5     I slept poorly t..

Sasha. The Day of the Encounter. Part 5

I slept poorly the night before the meeting. I woke up several times and couldn’t fall back asleep for a long time. Different images flooded my mind. I imagined sex with Sasha, and my hand slipped into my panties, but I stopped myself in time. I didn’t want to cum before the meeting—I wanted to do it with him.

Besides arousal, I felt intense excitement. This couldn’t be compared to our first time. With all these emotions overwhelming me, I felt like I was truly cheating. I wanted to give myself to another man and please him in every way possible.

I tried to understand my feelings toward Dima. In our everyday life, there wasn’t a single night we slept apart, even if we argued. But now, he allowed himself to be sent to sleep on the couch. I simultaneously wanted to go to him and hug him, but at the same time, I felt aggression. I had the urge to humiliate him even more. This mess in my head was hard to explain, even to myself. But since he wanted this, I decided to give in to my aggression and desire to humiliate him. And whatever happens next, so be it.

Over the months of talking to Sasha, I had grown very attached to him. I enjoyed thinking about sex with him—even about intimate things I had only ever done for my husband. I felt like when I told Dima I wanted to lick Sasha’s ass, he didn’t believe me. But strangely enough, I really did plan to do it. Even though we had just started all this, and it was important not to go too far. But when I was aroused, I had no brakes.

I needed to go to sleep because I would need a lot of energy tomorrow. I checked one more time to see if Sasha had messaged me and then fell asleep.

I woke up at 7 a.m. I immediately looked at my phone screen and saw messages from Sasha:

“Good morning, baby. You won’t oversleep, will you?”

“Good morning, Sash. No, I definitely won’t. We’ll be getting up and getting ready soon. I think we’ll be at your place around noon.”

“Got it, redhead. I’m really looking forward to seeing you. I arranged everything at work. I’ll be able to come to the hotel room around three. The room is booked under your name, so you can check in whenever you want.”

“Understood, thanks.”

“Not at all, Ksyush😏 I want you so bad, my little slut! My dick has been hard all morning! By the way, how’s yours?”

“Oh wow, you made me blush 🙈 I want you too. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. Dima is still sleeping, apparently.”

“I want you to sit on his face.”

“It’s too early, I want to do that after you. I’m so turned on right now that if I sit on his face, I’ll cum.”

“Alright, do it afterward. But I want you to take a picture of that moment for me. Okay?”

“I’ll try ☺️.”

“You’re such an obedient little bitch!”

I liked when Sasha called me that. Usually, when some random guy says it, I get a strong negative reaction. But I already felt incredible sexual attraction to him, and for some reason, I wanted to hear those words from Sasha.

He sent another message:

“By the way, when was the last time you had sex with him?”

“About four days ago. And for the past three days, we’ve been sleeping separately. I’m getting into the right mindset.”

“Wow! I love that! It’s good that you’re not giving it to him. I want all your arousal, slut!”

“You’ll get it all 🙈 Alright, I’m going to get ready. I’ll text you when we leave 😘.”

After this conversation, I completely switched gears. I loved this state of mind. I belonged to Sasha. He called me rough names, and it turned me on even more. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like it when Dima called me that. But now, with Sasha, everything felt different.

I opened my chat with Dima and saw that he was online. That meant he was awake. I decided to text him:

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m very curious about what you’re thinking about.”

“I have a very interesting role today. I want to try a new dick and feel like a slut. His is so beautiful, so I’m only thinking about that right now.”

I liked telling the truth. I truly felt these emotions. And the more honest I was with Dima, the more I wanted to humiliate him.

“What do you feel for me right now?”

“Nothing much. You don’t interest me right now. I was just texting with Sasha. He’s waiting for me. Says he’s been hard all morning. I can’t wait to help him with that. You haven’t changed your mind, cuckold?”

“Of course not, sunshine. Are you really not craving me right now?”

“No, I’m even a little surprised myself. I feel a slight disgust toward you. How can a real man convince his woman to go on a date with another guy and even drive her there? Sasha just called me a slut in our chat, and I loved it. I want to be his slut, and today I’ll do everything he wants.”

“I understand, sunshine. I’m really happy you feel this way. And I agree with you—a real man wouldn’t send his beloved to another.”

“Exactly, so don’t be surprised by my attitude!”

He didn’t reply after that message. It’s hard to explain how such emotions can arise toward a loved one, but at that moment, I really felt disgust toward Dima. It scared me a little, but since we had decided to go all the way, there was no stopping now or trying to sort out my feelings. We’d discuss it after the meeting.

Dima hadn’t replied for a few minutes, so I sent another message:

“Why did you go silent? This is exactly how you wanted me to treat you, isn’t it? Every time we fantasized about this for the past two years, you always wanted more humiliation.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, now you’ll get it. Especially after I finally have my first orgasm with another man. It didn’t happen the first time, which was a shame, but I hope this time will be different. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, I’m ready, my love.”

“You’re really annoying me right now! I don’t know how, but I want to humiliate you. So, you’re going to love today. Get up, let’s get ready, or we’ll be late!”

Good morning 😊 Thinking of going to take a shower or let the..

Good morning 😊 Thinking of going to take a shower or let the cuckold lick me first after a hot night with my lover? 😏

Well, here are some photos and video from the meeting😏 Full ..

Well, here are some photos and video from the meeting😏 Full video of my boobs being covered in hot bull cum. And I'm lusciously smearing it 😋

And here comes the continuation of the sex in the car. It wa..

And here comes the continuation of the sex in the car. It was really one of the most vivid impressions. I especially liked the looks that were thrown at us from passing cars. It was a turn-on. And I really enjoyed kneeling on the grass in front of the bull and smearing his cum on my chest.

P.S. the original of our chat is in Russian. We translated it for you.

I'll show the video a little later 😏

"Hey, cuckold! I picked up your wife from work and she's suc..

"Hey, cuckold! I picked up your wife from work and she's sucking my cock in gratitude. I'm going to bring her back to you covered in my cum. Get ready to lick her."

Sasha. The last days before... Part 4.          This time, t..

Sasha. The last days before... Part 4.

This time, the emotions were entirely different from what I felt before the first meeting. I really liked Sasha, and we would meet at the hotel—everything would go just as I wanted, without any drama.

I had already started noticing that when a meeting with a man was planned, my thoughts would be consumed by him. Almost every night, I dreamed of having sex with Sasha, and my husband would walk into the room. I decided to describe one of these dreams to Dima. I woke up one morning after such a dream and, not wanting to forget, immediately wrote to him:

“I had such an amazing dream.

You weren’t home, and I arranged to meet Sasha at our place 😏

He came over, undressed, and we were in the kitchen. You were calling me at that moment, but I didn’t pick up. I remember the feeling of disregarding you—it felt so good to humiliate you. Not answering your calls gave me immense pleasure.

He turned me around, bent me over the windowsill, and started kissing my neck, going lower. I vividly felt his lips between my legs—it was so real and so pleasurable.

By the time you got home, he was already fucking me. We didn’t pay any attention to you, as if you were invisible. That turned me on even more. You sat on a chair nearby and watched. I remember turning to look at you—your gaze was full of jealousy, but you were clearly aroused.”

I sent this message to Dima while lying next to him. He woke up, immediately grabbed his phone, saw the message from me, and smiled. It had become normal for us to start texting while lying in the same bed. He turned away from me and began to type:

“Great dream, sunshine 😘”

“Too bad it’s just a dream. I really want to try his cock… Do you think about the night I made you a cuckold?”

“Of course. It’s just a bit awkward texting like this when we’re lying so close.”

“Then go out if you feel awkward.”

Dima got up and left the room. Honestly, I also felt more comfortable discussing such things when we weren’t in the same room. I continued:

“You know what excites me a lot? The idea that one day, not staying home overnight will become normal for us. I’ll leave to be with a lover while you wait at home. I’m very curious about spending the whole night with another man—not just having sex and parting ways, but actually sleeping together afterward, maybe even cuddling.”

“Wow. I’d want that to become normal too, sunshine. I’d obediently wait for you and greet you on my knees when you get back.”

“Good boy, cuckold. You’ll take off my shoes while kneeling.”

“Damn, I might cum right now.”

“I haven’t given you permission to cum yet.”

“I’ll hold it in, my love 😘”

An overwhelming desire to humiliate Dima came over me. I didn’t understand why I felt this way toward him. Maybe it was a subconscious reaction, a need to punish him for giving me away to another man?

These feelings had started after my encounter with Misha. I caught myself thinking about it several times. The resentment I felt toward him turned into a desire to humiliate him. But that’s a topic for another story.

“Dima, I want us to sleep separately for a few days before the meeting. And no sex until after Sasha and I meet. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine, sunshine. I was going to suggest it myself. It’s very hard to be around you when you’re like this. I get so shy I can’t even look you in the eye. Can I at least give you oral?”

“I’ll think about it.

I like what you’re writing. And you know, I like the idea of you not being there with us. It really excites me to think of you waiting somewhere else. I want to put you in that thing you mentioned and make you wait.”

“You mean a chastity cage?”

“Yeah. I recently read more about it for the first time. We should get one someday. You’ll stay locked at home while I spend the night with a lover.”

“Great idea, sunshine. Let’s try it.”

“Then start looking for one.”

“Got it.”

All these conversations and dreams turned me on immensely. I needed to release some tension, and I decided to do it myself.

“Don’t come into the room without my permission. I need to finish, so don’t distract me.”

“Understood, sunshine. Are you going to use his videos?”

“Of course. He turns me on so much. I’ll message you when I’m done. Come in afterward and clean me up so I don’t have to shower.”

“Whatever you say, my love 😘”

“Wait, cuckold!”

My phone was full of videos of Dima and me having sex, but I wanted to use Sasha’s videos this time. I even created a separate folder. His muscular body turned me on, and I wanted to masturbate to him.

I wasn’t a fan of bodybuilders, but there was something about him. Especially his arms—they looked so strong, and I wanted to feel them on my body. I opened my favorite video and slipped my hand into my panties. In the video, he was filming himself in the shower. I wished I could kneel before him at that moment and feel his cum on my face.

I climaxed in about five minutes, soaking wet.

It was time to call Dima. I texted him:

“I’m done. You can come in.”

He read the message immediately, and I heard his footsteps. The door opened, and he came in. His erection was obvious. As usual, he avoided eye contact with me. I felt maximum power over him in those moments.

“Are you shy?” I asked with a dismissive smile.

“Yes, sunshine,” he blushed even more.

It was clear that my words completely threw him off balance.

“I did it to Sasha’s video. I imagined having sex with him, and it felt amazing. Now get under the blanket, cuckold, and clean me up.”

I didn’t often talk like this, and I surprised myself with my behavior. Judging by Dima’s reaction, he was surprised too.

He silently got under the blanket, and moments later, I felt his tongue on me.

“Does it taste good?”

“Yes, my love,” he murmured under the blanket.

“Good. Enjoy.”

I started getting aroused again. I grabbed my phone and opened that same folder.

“I want to climax again, so don’t distract me. Lick me well while I watch Sasha’s videos. Got it?”

“Got it,” came his muffled reply.

This time, I came even faster. After the second orgasm, the arousal and desire to humiliate Dima began to fade. I wanted to return to normal life.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him up by the hand.

Dima emerged from under the blanket, and we kissed.

“You smell like me,” I smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t even want to wash up.”

“Let’s take a break; that’s enough for today, okay? I’m starting to get a headache from all this excitement.”

“Okay. But… I haven’t cum… Can I?”

It was clear what he meant.

“Alright, lie down,” I smiled.

I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. He trembled like a virgin getting his first blowjob. Within thirty seconds, he began to cum. I pulled away and finished him off with my hand.

“That was quick! Wow,” I teased.

Dima blushed again.

“Don’t start—I was just so turned on,” he muttered, embarrassed. “Alright, I’m off to shower!”

“Go ahead, love.”

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And here you can see the uncensored response from the date 😘

And here you can see the uncensored response from the date 😘

Some more memories of the summer. At that moment my lover pi..

Some more memories of the summer. At that moment my lover picked me up from work and we went to have fun 😏 It was a surprise for Dima 😅

When I get a little bored, I always have something to cheer ..

When I get a little bored, I always have something to cheer myself up 😅