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Sasha. Part 1.After our first date on October 28, 2020, near..
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 10:23:24 +0000 UTCSasha. Part 1.
After our first date on October 28, 2020, nearly a month had passed. I had already started looking for a guy on “Mamaba,” “Tinder,” and other dating platforms. Dima and I had agreed that I would handle this myself and discuss potential options with him, but I would have the final say since I would be the one sleeping with the guy. At first, he didn’t like this idea, but I eventually convinced him that it was the fairest approach. However, he still wanted to maintain some control over the situation. A cuckold doesn’t mean being a spineless vegetable whose opinion doesn’t matter. We agreed that Dima could take my phone at any moment and read my conversations. And he did, but honestly, there wasn’t much to read.
The first time I started talking to Sasha—at least that’s how he introduced himself—was on November 25 of that year. After chatting with him for a while, I learned that he lived in a neighboring city, wrote quite well, and was pleasant to talk to. And when he sent me his photo, I realized he was pretty attractive. Just the way I liked—tan skin, short haircut, and a beard. He somewhat resembled my husband; I was intentionally looking for that type. Once I was sure there was potential for us to meet, I texted my husband, who was at work at the time:
“Hi, love. I’ve started talking to this guy. He seems interesting. If things keep going this way, we might meet up.”
“Hi, sunshine! That’s so unexpected, I’m a bit nervous. I’m happy for you! What’s his name? What’s he like?”
“His name is Sasha, 177 cm tall, 72 kg. He says he works out.”
“Wow. Has he shown you a picture of his face yet? What kind of sport does he do?”
“Yes, I’ve seen a picture. We even exchanged some intimate ones. He’s handsome, my type. He does boxing.”
“Did you tell him you won’t be alone?”
“Not yet. But I did let him know I have a boyfriend. And if you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to tell him I’m married.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t want to scare him off. I talked to another guy before, and he immediately started ignoring me when I said I was married and we were looking for a third.”
“Interesting. Why would he care? Most people are just looking for casual hookups.”
“As I understand it, not everyone is into that. But Sasha doesn’t mind; he’s also looking for no-strings-attached fun and doesn’t care if I have someone or not. But it’s better if he thinks we’re just dating.”
I was genuinely surprised to realize that this arrangement didn’t suit everyone. Back then, we didn’t know about specialized dating sites and forums.
“Did you tell him about MMF?”
“Not yet. We’ve only been talking for two days. I’ll tell him later.”
“Got it. And where do you want to meet him? Should we rent an apartment?”
“No, I want to meet at a hotel. Honestly, that idea turns me on. In my fantasies, everything happens in a hotel.”
“What about the staff? Won’t you feel embarrassed walking into a room with two guys? Even if we go in separately, they’ll figure it out at the reception desk.”
“That’s what excites me. I want to feel like a slut having sex with two guys in a hotel.”
“Damn, stop, please. I’m getting uncomfortable. I’m at work, for crying out loud! Do you want me to come right now?”
“I love turning you on. It excites me even more when I can feel you getting shy,” I adored provoking him like this, especially when he was busy. “And here’s another key point. He lives in another city, about 70 km away from us.”
“So what’s the plan? Are we going to him, or is he coming to us?”
“He says he sometimes has errands near us, so he could stay for a few hours.”
“Got it.”
Such a short response. Usually, when Dima wrote like that, it meant something was bothering him. I waited a bit, and when I realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, I was sure he was upset.
“You’re answering weirdly. Is something bothering you?”
“I don’t even know. The way you described him… I wouldn’t say I’m really jealous, but it’s an unpleasant feeling.”
“Why? If something about him really bothers you, I can choose not to meet him. Even though we agreed I’d have the final say.”
“No, sunshine. It’s fine, really. I definitely don’t want you to cancel. Don’t worry!”
“Alright. But if anything comes up, let me know. I don’t want you to have doubts because I’m happy with everything right now.”
“As you wish, sunshine. I adore you.”
It was very curious what exactly bothered Dima. He didn’t seem jealous of Misha. Maybe it was because Sasha was an athlete. He did have an impressive body. And the interesting tattoo on his chest—that looked sexy. Dima had a regular build, but I was completely satisfied with him. Although I was intrigued to try someone like Sasha.
I started chatting with Sasha almost every day. I asked him not to delete our conversations (we chatted on Telegram, where it’s possible to delete entire conversations unilaterally) because I needed to stick to the agreement with Dima that he could take my phone anytime and read with whom and about what I was talking.
