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Sasha. The last days before... Part 4. This time, t..
🕑 Added 2025-01-22 11:44:18 +0000 UTCSasha. 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.”
