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Sasha. Part 3.By the time the New Year holidays arrived, we ..
🕑 Added 2025-01-11 12:15:34 +0000 UTCSasha. 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😏
