ksenyadima

«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?

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😏

«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? 😏

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

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

Video from previous correspondence.

Video from previous correspondence.

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.

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.

In Search of a Sexwife/Hotwife“I’m looking for a girl who wi..

In Search of a Sexwife/Hotwife

“I’m looking for a girl who will immediately agree to sleep with others, and we’ll get married. She’ll make me a cuckold. How do I find someone like that?”

I sometimes get messages like this in my inbox. I also see them on themed dating sites.

How much these messages annoy me! Do you even understand the essence of the sexwife/cuckold dynamic and why people come to it? Sure, if you’re looking for a girl for a couple of sessions to live out your fantasies, that’s one thing. But there are those who are genuinely seeking such relationships for the long term—marriage and everything.

Sexwife/Hotwife and cuckold relationships are about a well-established couple. They found each other long before deciding to spice up their lives. At the core of their relationship, surprisingly enough, is LOVE!

One of the key elements of love is TRUST. Building a trusting relationship takes years and requires a lot of effort.

Now, keeping this in mind, let’s consider whether it’s possible to find a “ready-made” hotwife.

Obviously, NO!!!

Let’s imagine you find a girl who agrees to this. And then what? How do you even picture this? She moves into your house (or you into hers), and from the next day, she starts looking for a lover? Or does she wait until after the wedding?

This idea is so absurd that I struggle to find words.

I understand that 99.9% of the men writing these messages are sitting there with their dick in hand. They’re jerking off, and their overheated brain is generating nonsensical ideas. But even fantasies need boundaries. While you’re turned on, this might seem like a fun idea. But what would such a family look like in everyday life? I can’t even imagine.

Maybe I’m missing something, and there are couples out there who met this way and made it work?

"Hello, cuckold. We've already met. Can you believe his dick..

"Hello, cuckold. We've already met. Can you believe his dick is already hard. I think I'm gonna blow him in the bathroom of this restaurant😏"

Sasha. Part 1.After our first date on October 28, 2020, near..

Sasha. Part 1.

After our first date on October 28, 2020, nearly a month had passed. I had already started looking for a guy on “Mamaba,” “Tinder,” and other dating platforms. Dima and I had agreed that I would handle this myself and discuss potential options with him, but I would have the final say since I would be the one sleeping with the guy. At first, he didn’t like this idea, but I eventually convinced him that it was the fairest approach. However, he still wanted to maintain some control over the situation. A cuckold doesn’t mean being a spineless vegetable whose opinion doesn’t matter. We agreed that Dima could take my phone at any moment and read my conversations. And he did, but honestly, there wasn’t much to read.

The first time I started talking to Sasha—at least that’s how he introduced himself—was on November 25 of that year. After chatting with him for a while, I learned that he lived in a neighboring city, wrote quite well, and was pleasant to talk to. And when he sent me his photo, I realized he was pretty attractive. Just the way I liked—tan skin, short haircut, and a beard. He somewhat resembled my husband; I was intentionally looking for that type. Once I was sure there was potential for us to meet, I texted my husband, who was at work at the time:

“Hi, love. I’ve started talking to this guy. He seems interesting. If things keep going this way, we might meet up.”

“Hi, sunshine! That’s so unexpected, I’m a bit nervous. I’m happy for you! What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“His name is Sasha, 177 cm tall, 72 kg. He says he works out.”

“Wow. Has he shown you a picture of his face yet? What kind of sport does he do?”

“Yes, I’ve seen a picture. We even exchanged some intimate ones. He’s handsome, my type. He does boxing.”

“Did you tell him you won’t be alone?”

“Not yet. But I did let him know I have a boyfriend. And if you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to tell him I’m married.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t want to scare him off. I talked to another guy before, and he immediately started ignoring me when I said I was married and we were looking for a third.”

“Interesting. Why would he care? Most people are just looking for casual hookups.”

“As I understand it, not everyone is into that. But Sasha doesn’t mind; he’s also looking for no-strings-attached fun and doesn’t care if I have someone or not. But it’s better if he thinks we’re just dating.”

I was genuinely surprised to realize that this arrangement didn’t suit everyone. Back then, we didn’t know about specialized dating sites and forums.

“Did you tell him about MMF?”

“Not yet. We’ve only been talking for two days. I’ll tell him later.”

“Got it. And where do you want to meet him? Should we rent an apartment?”

“No, I want to meet at a hotel. Honestly, that idea turns me on. In my fantasies, everything happens in a hotel.”

“What about the staff? Won’t you feel embarrassed walking into a room with two guys? Even if we go in separately, they’ll figure it out at the reception desk.”

“That’s what excites me. I want to feel like a slut having sex with two guys in a hotel.”

“Damn, stop, please. I’m getting uncomfortable. I’m at work, for crying out loud! Do you want me to come right now?”

“I love turning you on. It excites me even more when I can feel you getting shy,” I adored provoking him like this, especially when he was busy. “And here’s another key point. He lives in another city, about 70 km away from us.”

“So what’s the plan? Are we going to him, or is he coming to us?”

“He says he sometimes has errands near us, so he could stay for a few hours.”

“Got it.”

Such a short response. Usually, when Dima wrote like that, it meant something was bothering him. I waited a bit, and when I realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, I was sure he was upset.

“You’re answering weirdly. Is something bothering you?”

“I don’t even know. The way you described him… I wouldn’t say I’m really jealous, but it’s an unpleasant feeling.”

“Why? If something about him really bothers you, I can choose not to meet him. Even though we agreed I’d have the final say.”

“No, sunshine. It’s fine, really. I definitely don’t want you to cancel. Don’t worry!”

“Alright. But if anything comes up, let me know. I don’t want you to have doubts because I’m happy with everything right now.”

“As you wish, sunshine. I adore you.”

It was very curious what exactly bothered Dima. He didn’t seem jealous of Misha. Maybe it was because Sasha was an athlete. He did have an impressive body. And the interesting tattoo on his chest—that looked sexy. Dima had a regular build, but I was completely satisfied with him. Although I was intrigued to try someone like Sasha.

I started chatting with Sasha almost every day. I asked him not to delete our conversations (we chatted on Telegram, where it’s possible to delete entire conversations unilaterally) because I needed to stick to the agreement with Dima that he could take my phone anytime and read with whom and about what I was talking.

Do you like pantyhose on a girl? And tearing them on my swee..

Do you like pantyhose on a girl? And tearing them on my sweet ass? 😈

Just me. Showing my ass and pussy in torn pantyhose 😏

Just me. Showing my ass and pussy in torn pantyhose 😏

"Hi. How do I turn my wife into a sex wife?"This is the hard..

"Hi. How do I turn my wife into a sex wife?"

This is the hardest question I get in my inbox. Those who ask it have no idea how complex it really is.

First of all, couples often come to this kind of arrangement when their relationship is already falling apart. They see it as a last-ditch effort to save it. Like, you’ll do this, and passion will reignite in new colors.

Maybe it’s possible, but this rarely works. In such cases, there’s a 99% chance your wife will leave you for the first person she sleeps with.

Secondly, in almost every case, men are the initiators of this kind of relationship. And, as is typical for men, they go about it directly, without any intrigue or subtlety. “I want you to sleep with someone else!”

Based on the vast number of "consultations" I’ve had, more than half of men take this approach. They say it bluntly and push too aggressively for their fantasy to become reality.

There are many other scenarios, but I’ll start with these two.

Now, let me explain what a girl or woman feels and thinks when her beloved suggests she sleep with another man—become a slut.
Yes, exactly that. In her eyes, you’re suggesting she become a slut. And how could someone who loves her propose such a thing?

You’ll likely get a harsh negative reaction, potentially even leading to divorce or separation.

To start the conversation with your partner for the first time, ask yourself these questions:

1. Are your relationships already falling apart?
2. Do you truly know and understand your partner?
3. Are you ready to face a strong negative reaction after making such a proposal?
4. Are you ready to keep proving your love, again and again, if she agrees?
5. Are you prepared for the day your wife comes home satisfied by another man? Her behavior will be unpredictable, and you must respond with understanding, without a hint of reproach (even though you might feel like it). Otherwise, if she senses even a trace of doubt in your eyes, everything might collapse. Because fantasies are one thing, but reality can be entirely different.

P.S. And also, you must be ready to wear something like this 😈

Video from our chatting 😘 Semen on the ring looks perfect 😈

Video from our chatting 😘 Semen on the ring looks perfect 😈

Do you think a lover's semen on a wedding ring is humiliatin..

Do you think a lover's semen on a wedding ring is humiliating enough for a cuckold? 😈

A little preview of my new date. Bull showed attitude toward..

A little preview of my new date. Bull showed attitude towards my marriage, and cum on my wedding ring 😏

«I wanked his cock with my legs. My legs were on his powerfu..

«I wanked his cock with my legs. My legs were on his powerful shoulders as he fucked me. And you, cuckold, would kiss them.»😈

A kiss with my lover's semen on my face and hands... What co..

A kiss with my lover's semen on my face and hands... What could be more delicious for a cuckold than semen licked from his beloved wife 😈😈

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 4.Two weeks ha..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 4.

Two weeks had passed since our last conversation. We decided that I would register on a dating site and take on the search for a new partner myself. If last time we looked together, this time I would do it alone. Dima only distracted me—he could dismiss an option just because he didn’t like something.

The search was extremely challenging. The number of idiots was simply overwhelming. So many factors needed to align: “I need to like him,” “He needs to like me,” “He must not mind giving reports to my husband,” “We need to be geographically close enough,” “He shouldn’t be a cheapskate who expects us to organize everything ourselves (and there were a lot of those).” And that’s not even the full list.

No, we didn’t want a potential lover to pay us or give gifts. But at the very least, he had to arrange a hotel. After all, there were expenses on our side too. I had to buy lingerie, take care of myself (like sugaring). All of this cost a lot of money. So, our main requirement was that he handle the hotel arrangements.

While I continued my search, Dima and I periodically talked about my first time with another man and made plans for how the next encounter should look.

One evening, as we were sitting at home, I decided to text Dima. I left the room and went to the kitchen.

"It's been a while since we talked about our topic."

"Yes, it has, sunshine."

"On one hand, that's good—we’ve had a chance to miss these chats."

"Have you missed them?"

"Yes, very much. Did I come on to you in my sleep last night, or did I dream that?"

"No, it wasn’t a dream. You slipped your hand into my underwear, but only for a second. Then you immediately fell back asleep. I guess you were half-asleep."

"I really miss interesting sex. I even had a dream about it. I clearly remember being with someone else, but I don’t recall the details. I woke up wet."

"‘Interesting sex’"—that’s what we started calling the kind we had after discussing or talking about my experiences with someone else.

"I miss it too," Dima replied.

"I especially enjoy remembering our emotions after the first time we officially made you a cuckold."

"I think about it a lot too. Sometimes, though, I feel strange. Has your attitude toward me changed after all of this?"

"Are you worried?"—I think he could sense the smirk on my face when I wrote that.

"Well, a little. When I think about it... That you had sex and I was jerking off to it. It doesn’t give you any negative feelings toward me?"

"This might sound strange, but I don’t have any negative feelings at all. In a way, I’m even grateful to you. Grateful that you are who you are. I think some women might envy me. I can have sex with others and don’t have to hide it like some do. There’s something about that. And you know what I’ve decided? Next time, you’re going to be there. I want you to see everything. That thought excites me so much."

"I’m really glad you don’t feel disgust toward me. I adore you! But I’m not sure if I’m ready to watch it happen. Of course, there’s the advantage that I could film it myself, and you wouldn’t get distracted."

"Yes, it was really inconvenient for me to manage the report for you last time. It takes experience, or the lover needs to help. Misha tried, but you could tell it distracted him. When he was filming, he even started losing his erection a bit. That’s exactly why I want you to be there next time. So you can see it yourself and maybe even film it. How another man will fuck your lawful wife. How I’ll hold his dick in my hands with my wedding ring on my finger."

"You described that so beautifully! Thank you, sunshine! I’m so curious about how you’ll be the first time you climax with someone else. I feel like that’s some kind of threshold. What if you like it so much you want to switch partners every week?"

"I’m leaning more toward one or two regular partners. It’s hard to climax with someone you’ve just met. And I really want you to feel jealous. It’s easier to provoke that with a steady partner. Imagine, I’ll go out with him, talk to him, have coffee together."

"Really? I’m already feeling jealous, to be honest. That sounds harsh."

"Maybe, but I really can’t do it any other way. I need a minimal connection and attraction. I want to know him as a person before giving myself to him."

"Honestly, I can’t even imagine how I’d feel if you had feelings for another guy. I mean, enjoying even just talking to him. I’d be more jealous of that than what happened in the car."

"One day, you’ll find out, my love, how you’d feel."

"Wow, my cheeks are blushing from your messages."

"I’m glad I evoke such emotions in you."

"Can you tell me more about how you felt when you were on Misha’s dick in the car?"

"I don’t think that moment would interest you. You know, it was like a first time. Lots of thoughts, but I couldn’t relax and enjoy it. I was thinking more about you. At that moment, I wanted you to fuck me."

"Why wouldn’t I be interested? That’s exactly the kind of detail I want to hear. Why were you thinking about me more? Maybe you hadn’t fully realized everything that was happening?"

"I fully realized it, but I didn’t have feelings for him, so I didn’t even climax. And when you met me by the car, I was ready to lift my dress and have you fuck me right there. It was such a strange feeling."

"Why do you think you had that urge to give yourself to me right by the car?"

"Emotionally, I was with you the whole time. Sex isn’t just about bodies and dicks. It’s about feelings and emotions. I didn’t care about him; I was only thinking about you. And when I realized I wasn’t interested anymore, I did everything I could to make him finish faster, so I could see you sooner. On some subconscious level, I think I felt like after Misha’s dick, I’d have more control over you. In that moment, I elevated myself above you."

"I love hearing that. And I like how you think. Honestly, in those moments, I want to belong to you completely."

"You know how possessive I am. Even in this situation, it’s important for me to feel like you’re mine—physically and mentally. And when I’m with someone else, I know your thoughts are only about me."

"You can be sure of that, sunshine. You’re always on my mind. Always."

"Good boy, cuckold." It still felt unfamiliar to call him that, but I knew he’d love it.

"I’m glad you’re pleased with me. I love feeling like I’m yours, especially in moments like this. Please, tell me—what do you imagine the future lover to be like?"

"I definitely want him to have a beard and be somewhat your type. I don’t care about the size of his dick; I’m confident it’ll be great if I’m attracted to him. I want him to be at least five years older. And I want him to be more confident. I don’t want to feel like I’m the dominant one, like I did with Misha."

"You want him to dominate?"

"I wouldn’t say that exactly. I’d like us to be equals. I want to get used to him first. Then we could try him being dominant."

"Wow. And how do you imagine his dominance? How would you like it to look?"

"For example, like with us. Like the sex we had that evening after the date with Misha. You were so rough. I felt like a toy in your hands. That’s exactly what I want with a lover. And by the way, I want him to be bigger than you. Not in terms of his dick, but his body. It’s so nice to imagine myself, so petite, lying under a huge man. It feels special. So, that’s what I wanted to share with you—my fantasies."

After this message, Dima didn’t reply for a while.

"Dima, are you there?"

"Yeah, sunshine. I’m here. I just... need to go to the bathroom. Please, can we not cross paths? I’m feeling really embarrassed."

"Of course, my love."

I understood what he was feeling.

When Dima came out of the shower, he still couldn’t look me in the eye. I was a bit shy too, but unlike him, I was still turned on. So there wasn’t much awkwardness for me. That evening, about an hour after our conversation, we had sex similar to the one after Misha. And this time, I got exactly what I wanted when I decided to text him today… 😉

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"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 3.After that e..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 3.

After that evening, a lot changed in my mindset. I wasn’t upset that I didn’t finish with Misha. Instead, I got something better than any orgasm—confidence. It’s not just men who feel their self-esteem soar when they conquer another partner.

Misha, a mature and handsome guy, was so nervous when his hands touched me. I could feel his palms trembling. I’m not sure if it was from excitement or because he enjoyed it so much. Either way, I understood that he was thrilled by me.

And the way Dima was thrilled by me when we got home is hard to put into words. That wild sex and his desire to own me… it was incredible. I felt wanted, and that’s very important to me.

Now, when I walked down the street, I found myself looking at other men differently. No, I didn’t want to sleep with every one of them, but they now became potential partners. I realized I wanted to continue what we had started.

Something else changed too. Every time I felt aroused, I wanted to text Dima. I could be at work, go to the restroom, take a spicy photo, and send it to him. I even remembered new details about sex with my ex, just to share them with my husband. Then I’d watch how he would get embarrassed. In those moments, I felt power over him. I knew that after such conversations, he’d take me roughly, like that evening. If I allowed him, of course. Sometimes, I’d just hint that he could go down on me, and he could finish however he wanted.

One day, while I was at work, I decided to send Dima something he would definitely like. I was aroused and really wanted to surprise him.

“Dima, I often think about that time with Vanya when you first came over. It was a long time ago, but I remember comparing you two after sex. You were friends back then. It was such an unusual experience for me.”

He replied almost instantly, as if waiting for my message:

“Wow! Why are you bringing this up now? Was there a difference between us?”

“Yes, there was a difference. Vanya’s was decent, but thinner than yours. With a thinner dick, you have to have longer sex to finish. But it was easier to give him head.”

“What are you doing to me?? I’m working right now! And you’re distracting me so much, my love!”

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You know what else? Both Vanya’s and yours are much thinner compared to my ex’s.”

“Really? Now I’m curious. How big was he? How much can you take?”

“Well, if you’re about 17–18 cm, he was around 21–22. And thicker too. So, out of the three of you, yours suits me the best. It’s perfect.”

“I’d love to see you on something that big.”

“I don’t think you’d like it. He couldn’t go all the way in, so I’m not sure he enjoyed it either. But I learned to give head on something like that. He always controlled the depth because if it got uncomfortable for me, no one liked that. That’s the main downside of such sizes.”

He didn’t reply right away. Dima works from home, and I figured he was already jerking off.

“Always controlled? Or were there positions where he went all the way in?”

“There were, like when he was on top.Missionary or when I was feeling completely relaxed. Then it didn’t matter how, and it didn’t hurt.”

“I wish I could’ve been there with you in moments like that. To support you. To hold your hand if you felt uncomfortable.”

“I think you’ll have that opportunity one day. Love you, my cuckold!”

“And I love you, my sunshine!”

After this exchange, we paused. I didn’t see Dima, but I could feel how aroused he was. When I got home, there’d be amazing sex again. Just like in the early months of our relationship—maybe even better. I decided to add a bit more:

“I want the next time to be in a hotel. So it’s comfortable and calm. No extreme situations.”

“You didn’t fully get what you wanted, did you? Now we need to fix that.”

“Yes, exactly, my love.”

“I wanted to tell you something. Honestly, until the very end, I thought you’d just blow Misha. Or that, before sleeping with him, you’d ask me how I felt about it. It was amazing to get the message that he was about to fuck you. It wasn’t a question, but a fact. And then the video of you writhing on his dick.”

“I had no thoughts of asking you. I knew that just a blowjob wouldn’t give me the emotions I wanted. That’s not interesting. And then I realized I wanted sex with him. I was curious to recall the feeling of a new dick. Though I still didn’t get what I was hoping for. Next time, I definitely want to finish. I want it to feel so good that he and I will meet without you.”

“You want a steady lover?”

“Yes, I do. It’s so convenient. No need to waste time searching. I could call him anytime, and he’d come over.”

Dima’s next message signaled the end of the conversation:

“Sunshine, sorry, but I came. Can we stop talking about this? I feel awkward.”

“Sure, my love. No problem. I adore you!” — followed by several kissing emojis.

“And I adore you too!”

With that, our conversation ended. I went on with my day, knowing I needed to start looking for a new guy right away...

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"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 2. That evenin..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 2.


That evening marked the beginning of our journey into a new life. I was overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions, and to cope, I needed Dima's love.

I stepped out of the shower and returned to the bedroom. Dima was lying under the blanket. There was still a hint of shyness in his gaze. It seemed as though all the excitement was gone, replaced by a heavy sense of awkwardness lingering between us. I lay down on the bed. Dima covered me with the blanket and held me in his arms.

“I love you, sunshine…” he whispered in my ear.

He often confessed his love for me, but in that moment, it felt especially comforting to hear.

“I love you too,” I replied.

After that, we began kissing gently. It felt like our very first kiss all over again. I was getting aroused once more and wanted Dima as a man. There was no longer any desire to humiliate or dominate him.

Dima climbed on top of me in the classic missionary position. He pressed me slightly against the bed with his body and began kissing me. I felt his erection returning.

It’s hard to describe the emotions I was feeling in that moment. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about what had happened in the car and what was happening now. I realized that two different men had been inside me that evening, and the thought only heightened my arousal.

Dima pressed me harder into the bed. I felt fragile and weak under the weight of his body. He lifted himself slightly, lowered one hand, and guided his member into me. Dima’s cock is bigger than Misha’s, and at that moment, I could feel the difference. Most importantly, sex with my husband was without a condom. I hate condoms. I love the sensation of skin-to-skin. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons I didn’t orgasm in the car.

Dima started thrusting into me. He leaned on his elbows and drove into me with force. The sex wasn’t as gentle anymore. It seemed to me that at that moment, Dima was trying to prove that he was the best. Somewhere deep in his subconscious, he must have felt competition, and the alpha male in him emerged.

In the next moment, he suddenly flipped me onto my stomach. His 73 kilograms against my 43 allowed him to do it with ease. Then he climbed on top of me and, with one motion, thrust into me again. Dima leaned his entire weight on me and began pounding me with all his strength. At the same time, he grabbed my hair while kissing my neck. No more than five minutes of such intense movements passed before I started to feel a pleasant tension building up inside. I was close to orgasm. We’ve been together for years, and Dima knows my body well. He pushed himself up on straight arms, placed one hand between my shoulder blades to press me further into the bed, and used the other to grip my hips, increasing his pace. I felt like a toy in his hands—weak and helpless. Those sensations pushed me over the edge, and I came, letting out a loud, drawn-out moan…

Dima realized I had finished. He flipped me onto my back and moved higher up… His knees were on either side of my head, and his cock hovered over my face. With one hand, Dima began stroking himself while using the other to press my head against his balls. I started licking them eagerly—I love the taste. It had been a long time since we’d had such passionate sex with such an intense finish.

A few more strokes, and he began to cum abundantly, as if he hadn’t released himself just half an hour earlier. There was so much semen that it covered my entire face and hair… even my eyes.

Exhausted, Dima collapsed onto the bed.

“Dima, can you grab me a tissue, please?” I said, wiping my eyes with my hand.

“Sure, sunshine, one second.”

He dashed to the bathroom and returned with a pack of tissues. Honestly, I really dislike it when semen gets in my eyes—it stings and irritates my skin. But in that moment, I was so satisfied that such a minor inconvenience didn’t dampen my mood.

“Dima, what was that?” I asked, wiping my face.

“Phew… I don’t know,” he said breathlessly.

“That was amazing, my love!”

In truth, I knew what it was. This is how a man reacts to the realization that a woman isn’t his possession. He has to try to stay a priority for her. Once again, I was convinced that agreeing to this adventure was the right decision…

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"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 1.I decided to..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 1.

I decided to name the next series of stories this way because this phrase is very symbolic for me and my husband. In the months leading up to this moment, I dreamed of saying this to Dima. I could see how much he wanted to become one, and I was very pleased with myself when I made it happen.

I want to explain why I didn't want to write about this experience. I didn’t get enough pleasure from having sex in the car. I really wanted to have an orgasm with another man, but it didn’t happen. Dima got his share of emotions, but I didn’t quite get mine. So I consider this an unsuccessful experience. But the important thing is that it was the beginning.

After Dima met me from Misha’s car, we walked away from the parking lot and called a taxi. While we waited, we hugged and kissed as if we hadn’t seen each other in years. What turned me on the most about all this was the fact that I had physically cheated on my husband, even though I didn’t get immense pleasure. But the fact remained: I was now kissing him, and just twenty minutes ago, I had another man’s cock in my mouth. Dima was pushing his tongue into my mouth so deeply that I almost choked. Later, he told me he did it because he wanted to taste it. But as practice showed, that’s not how it works. Only in the stories of fantasizing masturbators can you taste another man’s cock after a blowjob, especially if he didn’t finish there. In the future, I’ll give Dima the opportunity to experience that taste, but that’s another story altogether.

Let’s get back to that evening. The taxi arrived, and we got into the back seat and headed home. Dima looked at me strangely, like a loyal dog. Perhaps it was then that the hardness inside me began to form—the kind that spills out when I step into my role. I looked down on him, and he allowed it and even wanted it.

When we got to our house, Dima got out first and offered me his hand again. He always did that, but now this gesture took on new meaning. We walked hand in hand, not saying a word, and I had to hold up a stocking with a broken elastic band. Once we entered the apartment, we took off our outerwear, washed our hands, and I went to the bedroom while Dima stayed in the bathroom.

I immediately realized he wanted me to describe everything that happened in the car. Some people like to talk face-to-face, but we prefer texting, even when we’re in the same apartment. It’s easier to express our thoughts, and later we can reread and recall pleasant moments.

I lay down on the bed and started touching myself. Since I didn’t have an orgasm, I was very wet. Misha’s cock had only teased me.

“What are you feeling?” I texted first.

“Sunshine, I’m ecstatic! While you were in the car, I barely touched myself because I could have finished with just one stroke. I feel incredible arousal.”

“Do you feel jealous?”

I really wanted him to be jealous, so I didn’t like his answer. There’s this phrase from childhood: “If he’s not jealous, he doesn’t love you.” I don’t remember where I first heard it, but it seemed logical to me.

“The jealousy disappeared the moment you shut his car door, and only arousal remained.”

“Where were you while it happened?”

“Not far from the parking lot, there was a semi-abandoned building with a lot of trees and a stump. The streetlights didn’t reach there, so I stayed there.”

“Obedient cuckold!” I wrote with great pleasure.

“I liked this feeling, Sunshine! I want to always be your cuckold!”

I didn’t understand how this was happening, but with every message like this, I wanted to humiliate him more. “What kind of sunshine am I?!” I thought. “I was just fucked in a car and gave another man a blowjob!” But I didn’t dare write that to him. There were still boundaries in my head that I couldn’t cross.

“Did you come, my love?” Dima texted.

“What do you think?”

“Please tell me!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It was hard. I wouldn’t have come with him. The process was cool, but I wasn’t relaxed enough to climax. So now I really want you to fuck me! Come to the bedroom!”

I lay on our bed in the dress and lingerie I had just worn during sex with someone else. That turned me on like crazy. I felt complete dominance over Dima. But I wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready for me to be rough with him. Back then, I didn’t yet know how much of a pervert he really was.

He entered the room wearing only his underwear and the shirt he hadn’t yet taken off since we came home. His eyes were downcast. I noticed how hard his cock was, straining against his briefs, with a large wet spot on them. It looked so pitiful. Not the most arousing sight. But I wanted to be simply fucked, and my cuckold husband was the most convenient option at hand. It worked for me; I was home, relaxed, and Dima’s cock was just right for me.

“Come here!” I leaned against the pillow and spread my legs. “Lick me first!”

Without a word, he climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs.

“Take off this stupid stocking! It let me down today!” I said harshly.

He quickly removed both stockings and threw them on the floor. Then he returned to his position, moved my panties aside, and immediately started licking. There was plenty to lick. I heard the wet sounds and watched the movements of his head. His eyes were closed, but whenever he opened them, he met my haughty gaze and immediately shut them again. I could feel how uncomfortable he was. And I loved it.

I tilted my head back and used my hand to guide his movements between my legs. It was an indescribable pleasure. Just an hour ago, I was in the same position, but with another guy between my legs. Realizing these details turned me on even more. I wanted to talk about all of it while looking Dima in the eyes, but I didn’t have the courage.

“That’s enough,” I stopped him.

I turned away from him, got on all fours, and said, “Fuck me!”

He hesitantly inserted his cock and started moving. I pushed back against him and moaned loudly. It was very enjoyable. But he kept stopping every ten seconds to avoid finishing too quickly. At that moment, I didn’t care—I wanted sex and couldn’t stop. After a few minutes, I felt him abruptly pull out, and his hot cum started spilling onto my back and butt. I sighed in disappointment and lay on my side.

“Sunshine, I’m sorry,” he said.

I lay on my back in silence and spread my legs. He immediately understood what to do. He eagerly buried his face in my pussy and started licking. I came quite vividly. We lay there for a while as the arousal subsided, leaving only a strong sense of awkwardness. This was a new feeling for me, and I even felt ashamed of my behavior. Doubts began creeping in: “Was what we did right?” I got up silently and went to take a shower.

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