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"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 2. That evenin..
🕑 Added 2024-12-19 08:37:54 +0000 UTC"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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