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Max. Part 2I felt that Dima had woken up.⠀— “Dima, I have pl..
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 10:19:07 +0000 UTCMax. Part 2
I felt that Dima had woken up.
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— “Dima, I have plans for tonight…” I whispered into his ear.
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He slowly turned toward me. I saw a smile on his face.
— “Good morning, sunshine,” he said shyly, rubbing his eyes.
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Dima didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He understood that if I called him a cuckold, it meant I would soon have sex with another man… again.
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He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss—our lips barely touched. We paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. I saw how, as he was waking up, Dima was slowly beginning to realize what was happening. His cheeks turned red.
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— “Be right back,” he said.
Dima quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom, taking his phone with him.
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We never did anything in bed in the morning without brushing our teeth first, or at least using mouthwash. That’s our rule. We always found it weird how, in movies, morning sex just starts right away.
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But he didn’t take the phone just to check messages. He still couldn’t look me in the eyes when the topic came up. I had no problem telling him he’s a cuckold—right to his face. In fact, I enjoyed watching his reaction. How he blushed, avoided my gaze, or left the room. In those moments, I felt power over him. So I got used to it. Usually, after that, he would text me—and the conversation would continue. Just like it did this time.
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Dima: “Wow, sunshine! Where’s the date? With who?”
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Ksenya: “Probably in the city center. We’re meeting for coffee. His name’s Maksim, we met on Tinder.”
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Dima: “I thought you were getting your vaccine today.”
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Ksenya: “That’s tomorrow. They’re not doing CoronaVac shots today.”
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Dima: “Got it. Have you been talking long?”
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Ksenya: “Since yesterday, pretty much all day. And today.”
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Dima: “Did you exchange any sexy pics?”
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Ksenya: “Yes. I like him :)”
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I sent Dima a screen recording of our chat. It even showed the video Max had sent me—he filmed himself naked.
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Dima: “His dick looks kinda not big… or is it just me?”
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Ksenya: “Just you. It’s actually normal. Plus, he wasn’t hard in the video.”
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Dima: “How old is he?”
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Ksenya: “Thirty. And he has this thing—he rarely cums. Hopefully, it’ll work with me 😏”
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Dima: “That’s weird. Rarely cums at thirty?”
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Ksenya: “He said he can always finish on his own, but not always with a girl.”
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Dima: “Sunshine… maybe you should skip these weird guys?”
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Ksenya: “Did I ask your opinion?”
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Yeah, Max had his quirks. But it didn’t bother me. Everyone has something. I could understand Dima’s concern too—he worried about me. And when something odd came up, he tried to talk me out of it. But when I decide I want to meet someone, I’ll meet them.
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Dima: “No, you didn’t.”
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Ksenya: “Then shut up. I said I’m going on a date, so I’m going. And if it goes well, we might head to a hotel. Got it, cuckold?”
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That magic word—cuckold. If I end a sentence with it, the answer is always what I want. I figured that out a long time ago—and I love using that trick.
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Dima: “Got it, sunshine.”
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Ksenya: “Good.”
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Dima: “Did you talk about possibly going further after coffee?”
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Ksenya: “No. We just agreed to meet at 6 PM. But if I like him, then yes—there might be more.”
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Dima: “Where would that happen?”
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Ksenya: “Neutral ground. Most likely a hotel. Though he did say he lives alone, kind of hinted at it.”
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Dima: “But you’re not going to his place, right?”
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Ksenya: “Of course not. Do I look stupid to you?”
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Dima: “Sorry. Not stupid.”
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Ksenya: “So why ask dumb questions? You think I don’t know how to stay safe?”
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Dima: “Sorry, sunshine. Does he know you’re married?”
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Ksenya: “Yeah, he knows. He even said he’d help record a video for you—if the chance comes up.”
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Dima: “Got it, thanks. Do you really want this date?”
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Ksenya: “Very much. I miss the emotions I had with Sasha—but I’m over him. I want something new. I got what I wanted from him. Now with Max, it feels like the first time all over again. Like a first date. First crush. There’s something special about that. But no feelings this time—just attraction.”
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Dima: “I understand, sunshine. I know my opinion doesn’t matter right now, but I don’t like him.”
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Ksenya: “Don’t worry. He’s normal. And it’s just a date. If something feels off, I’ll just go home.”
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Dima: “Okay :) But… couldn’t I give you those feelings tonight instead?”
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Ksenya: “Why do you ask dumb stuff again? Of course not. You can never give me the same emotions I get with another man. That’s not your role. You’re my loving husband. No other man can give me what you do—and you can’t give me what they do. Make sense now?”
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Dima: “Yeah. Makes sense. Thanks :)”
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Ksenya: “By the way, send me that last video—the one where you fuck me in the torn tights.”
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We filmed that not long ago. I’d talked to Sasha—even though he doesn’t interest me much anymore—and remembered our meeting. Got turned on. Put on some tights, asked Dima to rip them off me and fuck me. We filmed it. Turned out pretty hot.
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Dima: “What kind of emotions are those—the ones I can’t give you?”
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Ksenya: “I’ll explain later.”
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I was chatting with Max in parallel. Don’t even remember what we talked about exactly. Just texting. And I wasn’t replying to Dima very quickly. He must’ve noticed.
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Dima: “Are you chatting with him now?”
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Ksenya: “Yeah.”
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Dima: “You reply to me so slowly sometimes.”
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Ksenya: “If I reply slowly, it means I’m texting Max. You’re not the priority right now.”
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Dima: “I understand.”
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Ksenya: “Then don’t whine.”
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Dima: “Okay. Just… if you send him videos, do it in a secret chat and preferably without your face, alright?”
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Ksenya: “Jesus. I know everything. It’s fine.”
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Dima: “😘😘😘”
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That emoji combo means Dima has nothing to say for now. But I still wondered what was going through his head.
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Ksenya: “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
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Dima: “It just caught me off guard, you telling me you have a date. I got turned on right away. But I also thought we were gonna hang out tonight—after your vaccine.”
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Ksenya: “Well, guess we’re not hanging out. At least not with you.”
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Dima: “Yeah… this walk is more exciting for you.”
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Ksenya: “Of course. Now tell me how you feel. I really want to understand.”
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Dima: “I feel humiliated. Like you don’t care about me right now. I’m also a bit anxious—it’s a new guy and all. And I keep picturing you staying the night with him. That’s so intimate.”
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Ksenya: “If the date goes well, then yes—I want the night to end with sex. All night long.”
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Dima: “You think you can fuck all night?”
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Ksenya: “I don’t know. But I want to try :) And one more thing—I want you to help me get ready for the date.”
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I’d been thinking about it for a while. Dima mentioned it too. But before meeting Sasha, I got ready by myself—I was too nervous. Now I felt calm. So I went for it.
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Dima: “Wow. Okay, sunshine. If you want to, sure.”
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Ksenya: “What do you mean if I want to? Don’t you want to?”
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Dima: “I do. But it’s a little nerve-wracking. I’ll feel shy.”
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Ksenya: “Dima, I don’t care how you feel. I want you to shave my pussy and my legs. So you’re going to do it. Got that, cuckold?”
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Dima: “Yes, my love.”
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Ksenya: “Good. Now get out of the bathroom. Oh, and I have a nail appointment at 1 PM today. I want everything to be perfect.”
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At the time, I worked at a beauty salon, so it was easy to book a last-minute spot.
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Dima: “Got it, sunshine.”
