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"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 4.Two weeks ha..
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 12:08:29 +0000 UTC"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 4.
Two weeks had passed since our last conversation. We decided that I would register on a dating site and take on the search for a new partner myself. If last time we looked together, this time I would do it alone. Dima only distracted me—he could dismiss an option just because he didn’t like something.
The search was extremely challenging. The number of idiots was simply overwhelming. So many factors needed to align: “I need to like him,” “He needs to like me,” “He must not mind giving reports to my husband,” “We need to be geographically close enough,” “He shouldn’t be a cheapskate who expects us to organize everything ourselves (and there were a lot of those).” And that’s not even the full list.
No, we didn’t want a potential lover to pay us or give gifts. But at the very least, he had to arrange a hotel. After all, there were expenses on our side too. I had to buy lingerie, take care of myself (like sugaring). All of this cost a lot of money. So, our main requirement was that he handle the hotel arrangements.
While I continued my search, Dima and I periodically talked about my first time with another man and made plans for how the next encounter should look.
One evening, as we were sitting at home, I decided to text Dima. I left the room and went to the kitchen.
"It's been a while since we talked about our topic."
"Yes, it has, sunshine."
"On one hand, that's good—we’ve had a chance to miss these chats."
"Have you missed them?"
"Yes, very much. Did I come on to you in my sleep last night, or did I dream that?"
"No, it wasn’t a dream. You slipped your hand into my underwear, but only for a second. Then you immediately fell back asleep. I guess you were half-asleep."
"I really miss interesting sex. I even had a dream about it. I clearly remember being with someone else, but I don’t recall the details. I woke up wet."
"‘Interesting sex’"—that’s what we started calling the kind we had after discussing or talking about my experiences with someone else.
"I miss it too," Dima replied.
"I especially enjoy remembering our emotions after the first time we officially made you a cuckold."
"I think about it a lot too. Sometimes, though, I feel strange. Has your attitude toward me changed after all of this?"
"Are you worried?"—I think he could sense the smirk on my face when I wrote that.
"Well, a little. When I think about it... That you had sex and I was jerking off to it. It doesn’t give you any negative feelings toward me?"
"This might sound strange, but I don’t have any negative feelings at all. In a way, I’m even grateful to you. Grateful that you are who you are. I think some women might envy me. I can have sex with others and don’t have to hide it like some do. There’s something about that. And you know what I’ve decided? Next time, you’re going to be there. I want you to see everything. That thought excites me so much."
"I’m really glad you don’t feel disgust toward me. I adore you! But I’m not sure if I’m ready to watch it happen. Of course, there’s the advantage that I could film it myself, and you wouldn’t get distracted."
"Yes, it was really inconvenient for me to manage the report for you last time. It takes experience, or the lover needs to help. Misha tried, but you could tell it distracted him. When he was filming, he even started losing his erection a bit. That’s exactly why I want you to be there next time. So you can see it yourself and maybe even film it. How another man will fuck your lawful wife. How I’ll hold his dick in my hands with my wedding ring on my finger."
"You described that so beautifully! Thank you, sunshine! I’m so curious about how you’ll be the first time you climax with someone else. I feel like that’s some kind of threshold. What if you like it so much you want to switch partners every week?"
"I’m leaning more toward one or two regular partners. It’s hard to climax with someone you’ve just met. And I really want you to feel jealous. It’s easier to provoke that with a steady partner. Imagine, I’ll go out with him, talk to him, have coffee together."
"Really? I’m already feeling jealous, to be honest. That sounds harsh."
"Maybe, but I really can’t do it any other way. I need a minimal connection and attraction. I want to know him as a person before giving myself to him."
"Honestly, I can’t even imagine how I’d feel if you had feelings for another guy. I mean, enjoying even just talking to him. I’d be more jealous of that than what happened in the car."
"One day, you’ll find out, my love, how you’d feel."
"Wow, my cheeks are blushing from your messages."
"I’m glad I evoke such emotions in you."
"Can you tell me more about how you felt when you were on Misha’s dick in the car?"
"I don’t think that moment would interest you. You know, it was like a first time. Lots of thoughts, but I couldn’t relax and enjoy it. I was thinking more about you. At that moment, I wanted you to fuck me."
"Why wouldn’t I be interested? That’s exactly the kind of detail I want to hear. Why were you thinking about me more? Maybe you hadn’t fully realized everything that was happening?"
"I fully realized it, but I didn’t have feelings for him, so I didn’t even climax. And when you met me by the car, I was ready to lift my dress and have you fuck me right there. It was such a strange feeling."
"Why do you think you had that urge to give yourself to me right by the car?"
"Emotionally, I was with you the whole time. Sex isn’t just about bodies and dicks. It’s about feelings and emotions. I didn’t care about him; I was only thinking about you. And when I realized I wasn’t interested anymore, I did everything I could to make him finish faster, so I could see you sooner. On some subconscious level, I think I felt like after Misha’s dick, I’d have more control over you. In that moment, I elevated myself above you."
"I love hearing that. And I like how you think. Honestly, in those moments, I want to belong to you completely."
"You know how possessive I am. Even in this situation, it’s important for me to feel like you’re mine—physically and mentally. And when I’m with someone else, I know your thoughts are only about me."
"You can be sure of that, sunshine. You’re always on my mind. Always."
"Good boy, cuckold." It still felt unfamiliar to call him that, but I knew he’d love it.
"I’m glad you’re pleased with me. I love feeling like I’m yours, especially in moments like this. Please, tell me—what do you imagine the future lover to be like?"
"I definitely want him to have a beard and be somewhat your type. I don’t care about the size of his dick; I’m confident it’ll be great if I’m attracted to him. I want him to be at least five years older. And I want him to be more confident. I don’t want to feel like I’m the dominant one, like I did with Misha."
"You want him to dominate?"
"I wouldn’t say that exactly. I’d like us to be equals. I want to get used to him first. Then we could try him being dominant."
"Wow. And how do you imagine his dominance? How would you like it to look?"
"For example, like with us. Like the sex we had that evening after the date with Misha. You were so rough. I felt like a toy in your hands. That’s exactly what I want with a lover. And by the way, I want him to be bigger than you. Not in terms of his dick, but his body. It’s so nice to imagine myself, so petite, lying under a huge man. It feels special. So, that’s what I wanted to share with you—my fantasies."
After this message, Dima didn’t reply for a while.
"Dima, are you there?"
"Yeah, sunshine. I’m here. I just... need to go to the bathroom. Please, can we not cross paths? I’m feeling really embarrassed."
"Of course, my love."
I understood what he was feeling.
When Dima came out of the shower, he still couldn’t look me in the eye. I was a bit shy too, but unlike him, I was still turned on. So there wasn’t much awkwardness for me. That evening, about an hour after our conversation, we had sex similar to the one after Misha. And this time, I got exactly what I wanted when I decided to text him today… 😉
