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Sasha. Part 6.During the entire two-hour drive, I paid no at..
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 09:59:36 +0000 UTCSasha. Part 6.
During the entire two-hour drive, I paid no attention to Dima. I was texting Sasha the whole time. He kept telling me how aroused he was and what he wanted to do to me. The situation turned me on even more. My husband was driving me to my lover, and I wasn’t even talking to him—he was just like a taxi driver to me. The only time I spoke to him was when we arrived at the hotel.
“Are we here?” I asked.
“Yes, this is it,” Dima replied.
His voice was trembling. I could see how nervous he was, and I also noticed the bulge in his jeans. That’s when I decided to ask him one last time:
“Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind? Once I step out of this car, you won’t have any control. There’s no turning back. And this time, it will be much more serious than the first.”
“Yes, I’m ready, my love. I just want you to enjoy yourself. Have fun.”
At that moment, I had the sudden urge to slap him. Not too hard, just enough to snap him out of it. He had turned into such a weakling. I was telling him in detail how much I liked another man and what I was willing to do to please him, and all he did was wish me a good time. I couldn’t hold back and said:
“Your behavior right now is disgusting! And you know what? I’m already wet. He hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m already ready for him. Now kiss your wife,” I grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his face between my legs. “In just a couple of hours, I’ll be dripping with another man’s cum while you jerk off, cuckold.”
He started kissing me through my panties. I held his head, looking down at him—both literally and figuratively. Looking at him like he was nothing.
Without letting go of his hair, I yanked his head back roughly. Then I stepped out of the car without looking back and walked into the hotel.
At the reception desk, there was a pleasant woman.
“Hello, I’m Ksenia. There should be a room booked under my name.”
She checked the computer.
“Yes, I see it. I’ll take you there now.”
She led me to the room, and I stepped inside, locking the door behind me.
Right away, I texted Dima:
“I’ve checked in.”
He replied instantly.
“Got it, sunshine. I booked a hostel nearby. There weren’t many available rooms at your hotel, and the ones that were left were too expensive.”
I didn’t care where he was staying. For some reason, the thought of it turned me on even more.
“Good. I’m going to take a shower now and wait for him.”
“Have you already imagined how it will be?”
“Yes, I have. I want to be his whore tonight. I’ll let him do whatever he wants.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, my love. It’s such a strange feeling—I’m your husband, but I can’t fuck you, no matter how much I want to.”
“You’re right. Right now, I’d rather touch myself than let you fuck me. I want a real man, one who wouldn’t share me. And Sasha definitely won’t.”
“I understand you, sunshine.”
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I turned on the tap, but no water came out. I went back to the reception desk to ask why. They told me there were maintenance works going on.
“Fuck! There’s no water in the room!” I texted Dima.
“Maybe ask at reception?”
“I already did! They’re doing maintenance. I asked why they even let guests check in if there’s no water, and they said it’ll be back by noon. Whatever, it’s not a big deal—I’ll just lie down for a bit. Sasha is texting me, I’ll reply to you later.”
“Alright, love, I’ll be waiting.”
I lay down on the bed and opened Sasha’s message.
“Hey, baby. Are you all checked in?”
“Yes, Sasha. I’m waiting for you. Are you coming soon?”
“Like I said, around three. You should get yourself ready—I want to fuck you! If you only knew how turned on I am, my little slut! By the way, where’s your husband staying?”
“I want you so bad too. I’m already so wet. I love when you call me those names ☺️ Dima booked a hostel somewhere nearby. Oh, and one more thing—he asked if we could take some photos and videos while we fuck. Are you okay with that?”
“Damn, I don’t really like distractions in moments like that, so I can’t promise. But if you ask nicely, maybe.”
“I’ll do my best. 😘”
“Good girl, slut.”
In moments like this, I really felt like a slut. Some guy had booked a hotel room for me, where he was going to fuck me. He talked to me in a way I wouldn’t even let my husband, and it turned me on. I really wanted to take those photos for him. I wanted to obey him.
A message from Dima popped up:
“Can you send me a couple of pictures, sunshine?”
“Of course, cuckold. But I’ll send them to Sasha first.”
I heard water start running in the bathroom.
“Water’s back on. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Got it, love.”
“By the way, Dima, I’m hungry. Order me something.”
“Sure. What do you want, sunshine?”
“Pizza and Pepsi will be perfect—it’s high in calories, and I’ll need lots of energy.”
I stripped and decided to take some photos for Sasha. The whole thing turned me on so much—I was so wet, as if I had already had sex. I had never felt anything like this before. I was talking to two men at once—one of them a cuckold—but both of them wanted me, both wanted my attention. And I got to choose who I talked to and who I fucked.
I took some photos and sent them to Sasha.
“Fuck, Ksyu, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t even focus on work, I can only think about you!”
“I’ve been thinking about you for days. I can’t wait to find out what you’re like in bed.”
“You’ll find out soon, you little bitch!”
I sent the same photo to Dima.
“Are you sending him pictures too?”
“Him first, then you.”
“Got it. That’s how it should be.”
With every message like that, my disgust for him grew exponentially. I hadn’t yet crossed that final red line in my mind—the one where I’d start fully insulting him, swearing at him, or targeting his most sensitive spots, like telling him that sometimes I fake orgasms with him. I was sure that would humiliate him too much. So, I tried to hold back and just test the waters:
“Dima, be honest. Aren’t you disgusted with yourself right now? Is there any part of you that still feels like a man? Are you jealous?”
“Yes, I am. I’m extremely jealous. Especially of Sasha.”
“Why Sasha? Why didn’t you feel this way with Misha?”
“I don’t know. Misha wasn’t like Sasha. He didn’t dominate you like this or call you a slut. Even I’m not allowed to do that.”
“Yeah, you’re not. You don’t do it well enough. Sorry, but ever since I found out about your fantasies of sharing me, I can’t see you as dominant. Let’s drop it. When’s the food arriving? Will you let me know?”
“Understood. Yes, sunshine, I’ll let you know.”
…
I put my phone on charge so it wouldn’t die at the wrong moment and kept waiting impatiently for Sasha.
