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Video from the meeting with Sasha 😏

Video from the meeting with Sasha 😏

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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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- 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.

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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 â˜ș 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?

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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 â˜ș.”

    

   

“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!”

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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? 😏

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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 😋

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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 😏

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"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."

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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 😘

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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 😅

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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 😅

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«You know, I used to think my life was predictable. A husban..

«You know, I used to think my life was predictable. A husband, a cozy home, stability
 But you were the one who insisted I try something different. You wanted to see me change, to become
 someone else. But are you ready to accept that this new version of me is no longer under your control?

I can’t be the woman I used to be. When you suggested this path, I agreed for you. But now I realize: it was always about me. Every time I’m with another man, I feel real. Alive. It’s not just sex. It’s a sense of freedom, power, dominance. You see me as the woman you created in your fantasies, but I no longer belong to those fantasies.

You wanted to be a cuckold? Now you are one. But a cuckold cannot control a woman. Now I decide who I’m with, when, how, and why. You said it excites you, but I see your face when I come home with the scent of another man on my skin. You smile, but your eyes—they’re full of envy, fear, and helplessness. And that excites me.

Do you realize I no longer ask for your permission? Once, I used to say, ‘Honey, I’ll meet him if you’re okay with it.’ Now I just say, ‘I’m going to see him.’ You can get angry, you can try to argue, but what will you do? You have no power over me. Not anymore. You gave me freedom, and I’ll never give it back.

And let’s be honest. You know this, don’t you? You feel it—that with every encounter, I’m drifting further away from you—emotionally, physically, spiritually. I no longer care about making you feel secure or comfortable. This is no longer about you. It’s about me.

You wanted this. You begged for it, fantasized about it. And now that your fantasy has become reality, you’re no longer the master of the game. You’re an observer. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

Accept it. Or turn away. Because I’m not stopping.»

Sexwife monologue.

If your wife said that to you, would you be upset?

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Sasha. Part 3.By the time the New Year holidays arrived, we ..

Sasha. Part 3.

By the time the New Year holidays arrived, we still hadn’t found anyone. We celebrated New Year’s Eve 2021 with family, spending time like an ordinary married couple. We walked, relaxed, and barely talked about Sasha or any of these “games.”

I occasionally chatted with Sasha, and we exchanged photos and videos. I wasn’t sure if Dima ever took my phone and read our conversations, but if he did, he never said anything about it. If he had read them, he seemed fine with it, since he didn’t argue with me. However, at the time, there was something he didn’t know.

There were moments when Sasha messaged me late at night. I would wake up from the phone’s vibration and reply to him while Dima was already asleep. We talked about intimate topics, and I would touch myself, watching the videos Sasha sent me, masturbating to them. I felt a strange mix of emotions. It seemed like I was cheating because, in those moments, I didn’t think about Dima at all. My thoughts were filled with Sasha’s beautiful body. And there was something else: Sasha had two birthmarks on his dick, in the exact same spots as Dima. I found that incredibly attractive.

Besides looking similar to my husband, but with a much better body, these little details matched too. I imagined his strong, sinewy hands on my hips, his dick touching me, and him pulling me close. It fired up my imagination. The context of it all made me feel extraordinary. My loving husband was asleep next to me, while I was masturbating to another man.

In this way, I was preparing myself. The first time, when I was in the car with Misha, my thoughts were still on Dima. I couldn’t switch, and I didn’t even feel like something real had happened between Misha and me. We just swayed to the music, nothing more.

But Sasha was different. I felt him. I liked him. That’s exactly what I wanted. Without that genuine feeling, I couldn’t bring Dima’s fantasies to life. I’m not good at pretending, and I don’t want to. Dima always asked me to be real and sincere. He constantly made sure I wasn’t lying when I told him I wanted to have sex with someone else. It was important to him that everything felt genuine.

It was just as important for me. Otherwise, I saw no point in any of this. So, I began teaching myself to switch between roles: the loving wife and homemaker, and the wife-slut who craves other men. It didn’t always work, but I believed I was on the right path.

One evening, when Dima went to a friend’s house to watch a movie, I stayed home alone. We hadn’t had sex in four days, which was a long time for us. I was incredibly aroused and decided to message Sasha. As it turned out, he was also at home and had time to chat. I undressed completely, leaving only my new leather skirt on, the one Sasha had praised highly in one of the photos I had sent him. I decided to please him. I recorded a short video of myself touching my body and sent it to him.

“Wow, Ksyusha, you’re stunning!!! I want you so much!!! Please, come to me. You can bring your guy, book him a room in the same hotel, and after we’re done, he can join you. I can’t stay long, but we’ll have at least two or three hours!”

“Sasha, I really like your idea. I want to discuss this with Dima. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind. We’ll come to an agreement. He’s just been a bit annoyed that you and I have been texting for so long without meeting.”

“I understand. From the outside, it must seem strange, but believe me, I’m more than serious! Just tell me the date, and I’ll arrange my work schedule and make time. To prove I’m serious, I’ll book us a room and send you a screenshot of the payment so you don’t think I’m just some loser or online flirt.”

“Hmm
 okay. I’ll write to Dima now and let you know.”

“I’m waiting 😘.”

His proposal intrigued and excited me. I felt like I was just starting to date someone, and we were about to have sex. Butterflies in my stomach and a slight arousal. I lay on the bed, touching myself, in a great mood. I sent Dima the same video I’d sent Sasha.

“He liked it. He has two birthmarks on his dick, just like you 😏.”

“Did he send you a video?”

“It’s visible in the photo. Right now, he’s jerking off to the video I sent you. How does it feel, knowing that?”

“It feels like soon you’re going to get fucked like a slut—if you actually meet him.”

“Dima, we agreed you wouldn’t call me that. I’m not a slut to you; I’m your beloved wife. And you’re a cuckold. Got it? That’s the first thing.”

“Okay, sorry. Ksyusha, that’s all fine, but he’s just virtual. I like how you two talk; I’ve read your messages a couple of times. They’re beautiful, but it won’t go further than that. And what’s the second thing?”

“The second thing is, he’s not virtual. He’s ready to meet. He’ll book the room himself, but there’s one ‘but.’”

“What is it?”

“You’ll need to travel to him.”

“Damn! Great! Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Watch your words, please. Let’s not fight. I want you to understand that I will meet him. Either you listen to what I’m saying, or I’ll block everyone, delete all my profiles on dating sites, and we’ll go back to being a regular married couple. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Sorry. It’s just hard for me to control myself. I’ll try.”

“Try harder, Dima. I didn’t spend two years convincing you to let me have sex with others. Don’t forget that! You’re overstepping. If I’m not mistaken, a cuckold doesn’t get to make decisions or give orders. You want me to humiliate and dominate you, but you’re trying to control my actions.”

“I get it. I won’t argue. It’s hard for me sometimes.”

“Let this be the last conversation like this, okay? If there’s something you’re not okay with, say it, and we’ll discuss it. But don’t try to control me on such matters.”

“I understand, love 😘.”

“Good. I have another update. Sasha doesn’t want us to be together the first time. He wants to be alone with me. You can wait in a different room or book a room at another hotel, whichever is more comfortable for you.”

“Why doesn’t he want to? We agreed the next time would be together.”

“We did, but this is the situation. He suggested the first time be just us, and next time we can try all three. He said we should choose a date, and he’ll book the room. He even promised to send a screenshot of the booking as proof so we don’t think he’s just a virtual guy.”

“Got it. I won’t argue, love. When will we go?”

“This weekend. I’m free. Do you have any plans?”

“No.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll write him the date and wait for the booking confirmation.”

“Got it. Let’s talk later; we’re watching a movie, and Zhenya’s already giving me weird looks for being distracted.”

“Enjoy, my love. I’ll chat with Sasha a bit more 😏.”

“Understood. Have fun 😘.”

I wrote Sasha that we agreed to his terms. He was thrilled and sent me a screenshot of the booking confirmation within ten minutes. My intuition didn’t fail me—I was very pleased. He wasn’t just virtual. Now all that was left was to wait for our meeting.

P.S. I'm attaching the original chat with Sasha😏

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«I'm already in the room, you cuckold! How do you like me? A..

«I'm already in the room, you cuckold! How do you like me? Although I don't give a fuck what you think. And by the way, that's the bed he's gonna fuck me on in the back photo! Wait for the video, dipshit!»

Do you like it when your wife is rude to you? 😏

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I'm so sick of this winter 😅 I want summer again! 😊

I'm so sick of this winter 😅 I want summer again! 😊

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Video from previous correspondence.

Video from previous correspondence.

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A continuation of our correspondence with my husband the nig..

A continuation of our correspondence with my husband the night I went to my lover's house. The bull and I were at the hotel all night.

P.S. the original correspondence is in Russian. We translated it for you.

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Sasha. Part 2.Our communication with Sasha began to stretch ..

Sasha. Part 2.

Our communication with Sasha began to stretch out in the virtual space. He couldn’t find the time to visit us, and even when he was in our city, there was no opportunity to meet. This started to irritate me. It had been more than a month since we met, but everything was at a standstill.

Dima and I were planning to arrange a meeting during the New Year holidays. There was only a week left until New Year’s Eve, but we still had no concrete plans, although I hadn’t stopped searching. My Tinder inbox was overflowing with messages, but for one reason or another, none of them were suitable.

And I really liked Sasha; I wanted to do it with him. Maybe that’s why I was rejecting everyone else. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I was already set on waiting until we could meet. I really didn’t want a repeat of what happened the first time. I was determined to have the perfect meeting with the perfect partner. And I was ready to wait.

One day during our chat, Sasha suggested having sex over video call. A couple of times, he also asked me to send him nude videos. I recorded those for him without Dima’s permission; I didn’t see anything wrong with it. But the idea of video sex was something new, and I decided to discuss it with him.

It was very intriguing to try. I told him about it. We were sitting in the kitchen in the evening; he was busy with his laptop, and I was making dinner.

“Dima, I need to talk to you,” I said shyly.

Usually, such conversations happened via text—it was easier to discuss these things that way. But for some reason, I decided to talk directly this time.

“What’s up, Ksyusha? Tell me,” he said, noticing that I was blushing. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, a little
 Well, Sasha wants to have video sex.”

“What the hell?! Come on, seriously? I think he’s just a virtual guy! Why do we need this? Stop talking to him!”

“Dima, I’m sorry, but let me decide whether I want to talk to him or not. I’m sure he’s not a virtual guy.”

“Yeah, right. He’s been messing with us for over a month. Promises to come, then doesn’t. And now he’s suggesting virtual sex. What kind of nonsense is this?!”

“Please don’t yell,” I said, raising my voice slightly. “I’m sure I want to meet him! He’s everything I want. If we need to wait for it, we’ll wait. I don’t want it to be like that time in the car
”

“Honey, I don’t mind waiting. But it’s obvious he’s just a virtual guy, and we’re wasting time on him!”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s not virtual, and we’ll meet eventually.”

“Yeah, sure. You’ll see
”

That was the end of the conversation on that topic. It didn’t seem like a big deal, but it left a bitter aftertaste. I didn’t understand why Dima was acting this way. I felt like he was jealous of Sasha. That’s why he kept suggesting we continue searching.

A few days passed after that conversation. Sasha and I didn’t talk much, just exchanged quick “hi” and “bye” messages.

Dima and I were lying in bed watching a movie when Sasha suddenly wrote:

“Ksyusha, hi. How are you?”

“Hi. I’m good, and you?”

“I’m okay. Just got home from work. Relaxing after a shower.”

I started to understand where this was going. I didn’t want to upset Dima, but the temptation to do what Sasha suggested was too strong.

“Oh, nice :) What are your plans?”

“I want to see you. Really badly!”

“Are you going to show me something?”

“Of course I will. Let’s do it over video, Ksyusha?”

“I need to think about it. I talked to my boyfriend about this, and he insists that you’re just virtual. I hope that’s not true? We’ll meet, right?”

“I promise we’ll definitely meet as soon as possible! I suggest you and your boyfriend come to my city. That would be much easier. I’ll take care of all the arrangements. You just need to come.”

I hadn’t mentioned that we were planning to come together and that Dima wanted to be present. I decided now was the right time to bring it up:

“Sasha, here’s the thing. I want to come with my boyfriend. He’d like to be present.”

“Present during what?”

“Well, during our sex.”

“Wow, Ksyusha. I don’t even know. I don’t think I’m ready for that. Is it necessary?”

“Probably, yes. We’ve decided we want to try it this way.”

“I honestly don’t know. Sorry, but I don’t want that. Let’s at least have the first meeting just the two of us. We don’t really know each other yet, and meeting all three of us right away feels strange. I didn’t even think about it. At first, I thought your boyfriend wasn’t aware. When you said you had this kind of relationship, I was surprised. But that’s none of my business. I’m only interested in the sex. I don’t want to interfere in your relationship, but I’m definitely not ready for what you’re asking. At least not at this stage.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’ll reconsider?”

“No, I’m sure. I’m not ready to do it with a third person present. If I’m with you, I want it to be just the two of us. I understand you’re a couple, but those are my conditions.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to Dima. It’s a pity you’re against it.”

“Sorry. I just don’t think I’m mentally prepared for it.”

“It’s okay. We’ll figure something out.”

“So, how about the virtual thing? :)”

“Maybe another time. I need to explain to Dima now that you don’t want to meet as a threesome. It’s a bit stressful.”

“All right, another time then. Maybe I’ll watch your previous videos in the meantime ;)”

“You’re making me blush :)”

“Well, I do rewatch them often. Anyway, let me know when you want to talk. I’ll be waiting. And talk to your boyfriend about coming to my city. If you come, we can meet even tomorrow. Just tell me, and I’ll book a hotel.”

“Okay, Sasha. I’ll talk to him. Bye.”

“Bye. Kiss you :*”

Things took an unexpected turn. I needed to tell Dima that Sasha didn’t want to meet as a threesome. I didn’t mind, actually. Maybe it would even be better this way. I wasn’t sure I could fully relax and enjoy the moment with Dima there. I just hoped he wouldn’t be against it, and it wouldn’t lead to another heated conversation.

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