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If you're wondering what it looked like through the eyes of ..

If you're wondering what it looked like through the eyes of a lover, watch this 😏

I really love it when my cuckold is polite and obedient. I t..

I really love it when my cuckold is polite and obedient. I text him that I'm about to fuck my lover and he calls me and wishes me a good time.

In return, I show him what he wants to see most.

Cuckolds, are you being nice to your sexwives?😏

And here's a video from that chat 😏

And here's a video from that chat 😏

Our chat with my husband during my date with my lover

Our chat with my husband during my date with my lover

«Look, honey. His cock is already rubbing against my ass and..

«Look, honey. His cock is already rubbing against my ass and I'm wet from his touch. He's holding me tighter than you ever could. Get used to seeing me like this accessible, submissive...but not for you.»

Max. Part 2I felt that Dima had woken up.⠀— “Dima, I have pl..

Max. Part 2

I felt that Dima had woken up.

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— “Dima, I have plans for tonight…” I whispered into his ear.

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He slowly turned toward me. I saw a smile on his face.

— “Good morning, sunshine,” he said shyly, rubbing his eyes.

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Dima didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He understood that if I called him a cuckold, it meant I would soon have sex with another man… again.

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He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss—our lips barely touched. We paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. I saw how, as he was waking up, Dima was slowly beginning to realize what was happening. His cheeks turned red.

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— “Be right back,” he said.

Dima quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom, taking his phone with him.

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We never did anything in bed in the morning without brushing our teeth first, or at least using mouthwash. That’s our rule. We always found it weird how, in movies, morning sex just starts right away.

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But he didn’t take the phone just to check messages. He still couldn’t look me in the eyes when the topic came up. I had no problem telling him he’s a cuckold—right to his face. In fact, I enjoyed watching his reaction. How he blushed, avoided my gaze, or left the room. In those moments, I felt power over him. So I got used to it. Usually, after that, he would text me—and the conversation would continue. Just like it did this time.

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Dima: “Wow, sunshine! Where’s the date? With who?”

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Ksenya: “Probably in the city center. We’re meeting for coffee. His name’s Maksim, we met on Tinder.”

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Dima: “I thought you were getting your vaccine today.”

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Ksenya: “That’s tomorrow. They’re not doing CoronaVac shots today.”

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Dima: “Got it. Have you been talking long?”

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Ksenya: “Since yesterday, pretty much all day. And today.”

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Dima: “Did you exchange any sexy pics?”

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Ksenya: “Yes. I like him :)”

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I sent Dima a screen recording of our chat. It even showed the video Max had sent me—he filmed himself naked.

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Dima: “His dick looks kinda not big… or is it just me?”

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Ksenya: “Just you. It’s actually normal. Plus, he wasn’t hard in the video.”

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Dima: “How old is he?”

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Ksenya: “Thirty. And he has this thing—he rarely cums. Hopefully, it’ll work with me 😏”

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Dima: “That’s weird. Rarely cums at thirty?”

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Ksenya: “He said he can always finish on his own, but not always with a girl.”

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Dima: “Sunshine… maybe you should skip these weird guys?”

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Ksenya: “Did I ask your opinion?”

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Yeah, Max had his quirks. But it didn’t bother me. Everyone has something. I could understand Dima’s concern too—he worried about me. And when something odd came up, he tried to talk me out of it. But when I decide I want to meet someone, I’ll meet them.

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Dima: “No, you didn’t.”

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Ksenya: “Then shut up. I said I’m going on a date, so I’m going. And if it goes well, we might head to a hotel. Got it, cuckold?”

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That magic word—cuckold. If I end a sentence with it, the answer is always what I want. I figured that out a long time ago—and I love using that trick.

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Dima: “Got it, sunshine.”

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Ksenya: “Good.”

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Dima: “Did you talk about possibly going further after coffee?”

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Ksenya: “No. We just agreed to meet at 6 PM. But if I like him, then yes—there might be more.”

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Dima: “Where would that happen?”

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Ksenya: “Neutral ground. Most likely a hotel. Though he did say he lives alone, kind of hinted at it.”

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Dima: “But you’re not going to his place, right?”

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Ksenya: “Of course not. Do I look stupid to you?”

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Dima: “Sorry. Not stupid.”

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Ksenya: “So why ask dumb questions? You think I don’t know how to stay safe?”

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Dima: “Sorry, sunshine. Does he know you’re married?”

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Ksenya: “Yeah, he knows. He even said he’d help record a video for you—if the chance comes up.”

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Dima: “Got it, thanks. Do you really want this date?”

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Ksenya: “Very much. I miss the emotions I had with Sasha—but I’m over him. I want something new. I got what I wanted from him. Now with Max, it feels like the first time all over again. Like a first date. First crush. There’s something special about that. But no feelings this time—just attraction.”

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Dima: “I understand, sunshine. I know my opinion doesn’t matter right now, but I don’t like him.”

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Ksenya: “Don’t worry. He’s normal. And it’s just a date. If something feels off, I’ll just go home.”

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Dima: “Okay :) But… couldn’t I give you those feelings tonight instead?”

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Ksenya: “Why do you ask dumb stuff again? Of course not. You can never give me the same emotions I get with another man. That’s not your role. You’re my loving husband. No other man can give me what you do—and you can’t give me what they do. Make sense now?”

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Dima: “Yeah. Makes sense. Thanks :)”

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Ksenya: “By the way, send me that last video—the one where you fuck me in the torn tights.”

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We filmed that not long ago. I’d talked to Sasha—even though he doesn’t interest me much anymore—and remembered our meeting. Got turned on. Put on some tights, asked Dima to rip them off me and fuck me. We filmed it. Turned out pretty hot.

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Dima: “What kind of emotions are those—the ones I can’t give you?”

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Ksenya: “I’ll explain later.”

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I was chatting with Max in parallel. Don’t even remember what we talked about exactly. Just texting. And I wasn’t replying to Dima very quickly. He must’ve noticed.

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Dima: “Are you chatting with him now?”

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Ksenya: “Yeah.”

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Dima: “You reply to me so slowly sometimes.”

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Ksenya: “If I reply slowly, it means I’m texting Max. You’re not the priority right now.”

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Dima: “I understand.”

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Ksenya: “Then don’t whine.”

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Dima: “Okay. Just… if you send him videos, do it in a secret chat and preferably without your face, alright?”

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Ksenya: “Jesus. I know everything. It’s fine.”

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Dima: “😘😘😘”

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That emoji combo means Dima has nothing to say for now. But I still wondered what was going through his head.

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Ksenya: “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

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Dima: “It just caught me off guard, you telling me you have a date. I got turned on right away. But I also thought we were gonna hang out tonight—after your vaccine.”

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Ksenya: “Well, guess we’re not hanging out. At least not with you.”

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Dima: “Yeah… this walk is more exciting for you.”

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Ksenya: “Of course. Now tell me how you feel. I really want to understand.”

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Dima: “I feel humiliated. Like you don’t care about me right now. I’m also a bit anxious—it’s a new guy and all. And I keep picturing you staying the night with him. That’s so intimate.”

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Ksenya: “If the date goes well, then yes—I want the night to end with sex. All night long.”

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Dima: “You think you can fuck all night?”

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Ksenya: “I don’t know. But I want to try :) And one more thing—I want you to help me get ready for the date.”

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I’d been thinking about it for a while. Dima mentioned it too. But before meeting Sasha, I got ready by myself—I was too nervous. Now I felt calm. So I went for it.

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Dima: “Wow. Okay, sunshine. If you want to, sure.”

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Ksenya: “What do you mean if I want to? Don’t you want to?”

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Dima: “I do. But it’s a little nerve-wracking. I’ll feel shy.”

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Ksenya: “Dima, I don’t care how you feel. I want you to shave my pussy and my legs. So you’re going to do it. Got that, cuckold?”

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Dima: “Yes, my love.”

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Ksenya: “Good. Now get out of the bathroom. Oh, and I have a nail appointment at 1 PM today. I want everything to be perfect.”

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At the time, I worked at a beauty salon, so it was easy to book a last-minute spot.

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Dima: “Got it, sunshine.”

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There are already 1000 of you! I am very glad that you are interested in our «work» 😏 There are still many interesting stories ahead😘

These are the kind of photos I send to my cuckold after sex ..

These are the kind of photos I send to my cuckold after sex with my lover. And of course, I bring it home, where I pour all the contents of the condom on his face. And at the same time I tell him how good I've been fucked.

What does sex sound like for a cuckold? Exactly like that!  ..

What does sex sound like for a cuckold? Exactly like that!

This is the first time I've decided to post such content. Almost 22 minutes of recording of what was happening between me and my lover. And the cuckold could only listen. Have any cuckolds here overheard their wife being fucked?

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You know what's unique about recording a call? I call my hus..

You know what's unique about recording a call?

I call my husband, put the phone next to us, and the cuckold listens to everything that happens. From start to finish. The unique thing is that I don't have to be distracted by making videos. I just fuck, speak with my lover, enjoy the process... and my husband just listens 🔥

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Been meaning to ask you guys but keep forgetting😏 We have re..

Been meaning to ask you guys but keep forgetting😏 We have recordings of the sounds of me having sex with my lover. My moans and more 😊 Would you like to hear that more?

This is what the cuckold sees before I disappear for a few h..

This is what the cuckold sees before I disappear for a few hours😏

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When you're having a good weekend with your lover and the cu..

When you're having a good weekend with your lover and the cuckold asks "How are you? What are you doing?"😅

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Let's get a little ahead of ourselves and post our correspon..

Let's get a little ahead of ourselves and post our correspondence during our first date with Max. I think you're gonna love it 😏

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Max. Part 1‌‌‌‍Six months had passed since our meeting with ..

Max. Part 1

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Six months had passed since our meeting with Sasha. During all that time, we hadn’t met with anyone else. As I’ve said before, we take the choice of partner very seriously.

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On top of that, we spent most of the summer in Europe. Through some acquaintances, we managed to get a decent job. That gave us the opportunity to travel and see the Alps. But! It’s really hard to find someone to have sex with abroad. Either the language barrier or something else always got in the way.

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Dima and I often argued about this. Sometimes he accused me of being uninterested and lacking initiative.

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Honestly, I sometimes felt like he wanted it more than I did. He didn’t fully understand how hard it was for me to find someone I could surrender to. Especially abroad, where you don’t even know where to look.

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But finally, it was time to go home. We returned to Ukraine on the third of September. We were in a great mood, had plenty of free time and money since the summer was productive. All of this gave us the chance to start looking for a guy again—someone who, I hoped, would become a regular. I realized that would be the best option: find someone once, and then just call him whenever. At least, that’s how it looked in my head.

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I reactivated my dating profiles and started searching again. Two months of looking passed without us noticing. There were various options, but for different reasons, none of them led to a meeting. Until one day, Max wrote to me on Tinder.

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A good-looking guy, around 30 from the looks of it. My type, pleasant to talk to. His profile said he was looking for “sex without obligations,” which was also a plus. Though it did annoy me that he made spelling mistakes when texting. But I figured I wasn’t writing an essay with him, and I really craved new emotions.

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Like I said, maybe Dima wanted all this more and more often than I did. But when I realized that I missed that feeling—when a new dick enters me—I would let go of some of my strict standards. That’s what happened with Max. Overall, he was normal to talk to. And I started ignoring how he typed.

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The main thing was that when we started exchanging photos, I felt that nice feeling in my belly—“butterflies.”

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He quickly brought up the idea of meeting. Just to have coffee and get to know each other. Dima didn’t know yet that I was talking to him. Max texted me again in the morning.

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“Good morning, sunshine! What are you up to today? Wanna grab a coffee?”

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Dima and I were still in bed, he was asleep.

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“Morning, Max! Straight to ‘sunshine,’ huh?😏”

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“Well yeah☺️ Why not? Don’t you like it? If you don’t want me to, I won’t call you that.”

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My husband used to call me that. In Ukrainian, the word “sunshine” is written without the “l,” and my husband wrote it exactly like that—“сонце.” I don’t know why Max chose that word, but it caught my attention. Still, it didn’t bother me.

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I hadn’t told Max I was married yet. I figured now was the right time.

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“It’s not that I mind, it’s just unusual. That’s what my husband calls me🙈 That’s why I noticed.”

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“Wow!!! You have a husband??”

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“Is that a problem? Your profile says you’re into sex without strings attached.😏”

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“Well… it’s not really a problem. It’s just that I’ve never had someone straight-up say they have a husband. Usually they hide that.”

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“The thing is, he knows that we’ll be meeting. Actually, I’m going to tell him today.”

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“For real? He’ll know and he won’t mind?”

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“Yes, we’re what you’d call a ‘hotwife/cuckold’ couple. If that freaks you out, we can stop chatting.”

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“No way, come on! That’s your business. I really am just looking for a girl to have sex with, maybe go for a walk now and then. So that’s not a problem at all.”

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“Great☺️ Would you be okay if my husband was present?”

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After the date with Sasha, Dima and I agreed that we both really liked the setup where I go on the date alone. Especially the first one. It’s more relaxed that way. Also, Max wasn’t really “into the kink,” so for someone like that, it would be too strange if the woman’s husband was sitting in the room during sex, jerking off. But I still decided to ask.

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“I don’t know, Ksyusha! That’s kinda weird for me. I’ve never experienced that. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to get hard with your husband there.😄”

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“If it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to rush it. Maybe for future meetings. But there’s one thing—would you be okay if we filmed it?”

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“You mean, our sex?”

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“Yes.”

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“No problem. I’ve done that before. Used to do it with my ex all the time.”

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“Then it’s settled. I’m glad I found you☺️”

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I really was overwhelmed with emotions. Not because of Max, but because the search was over, for now. And I’d be able to feel those things again—and share them with my husband.

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“I’m really glad too, Ksyusha. How about today at 6 PM?”

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“Yeah, sounds good. Where?”

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“Somewhere downtown.”

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“Hmm, maybe not downtown? I don’t want to run into someone I know.😄”

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“Don’t worry. It’s a weekday. Plus, I know a cozy two-story café. There’s only one table upstairs, so it’s private. I’ll get there early and grab it. I’ll let you know if it’s taken.”

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“Okay, let’s do that. See you tonight, Max☺️”

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“See you tonight, sunshine😉”

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I put the phone aside. I was smiling. My emotions were overflowing. This would be my first real date—in the sense that sex wasn’t planned. Just a meeting. There’s something special about that.

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At that moment, Dima stirred. I turned toward him, pressed my lips to his ear, and whispered:

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— Wake up, cuckold…

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Extreme blowjob to a lover 😉 And at the same time shooting a..

Extreme blowjob to a lover 😉 And at the same time shooting a report to a cuckold😊
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Going for a walk 😉

Going for a walk 😉

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…

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