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My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 9.Since this was our first me..
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 10:19:47 +0000 UTCMy Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 9.
Since this was our first meeting, and both of us were concerned about safety, we decided that Dima would es*ort me and stay close to where we’d be parked. We informed Misha about this, and he didn’t mind.
I couldn’t completely relax, and honestly, I was glad Dima would be nearby at a moment like this. — Very thoughtful! — I thought.
I was ready. Makeup, dress, stockings, heels. Before this moment, my husband and I had discussed how the meeting should go. He requested that for the first date, it would be limited to a blowjob at most. If it was too difficult for him to handle knowing his wife was with another man, then it should just be a blowjob and nothing more. And if, after the meeting, everything felt fine and it didn’t affect our relationship, then next time, both a blowjob and sex could be on the table.
Honestly, I didn’t like this idea. I didn’t want to stop halfway. If I was going to give head, I’d want sex too, especially if I liked the guy.
— Dima, come look. How do I look to you? — I called to him from the hallway where I was doing my makeup in the mirror.
He rushed out of the room, his hair tousled, face flushed.
— Wow, you look stunning, sweetheart!
— Dima, how are you feeling? Are you still okay with this?
— Yes. And you? Why do you ask?
— I’m definitely okay with it. I’m sure I want to do this.
— I’m glad…
— Dima, for the past two years we’ve been fantasizing about this, and you’ve given me a hard time about not showing enough initiative. Now, I want to show some initiative.
It really was a challenging period. It had been two years since he’d started asking about my ex, and we’d argued a lot on this topic. He wanted things to progress, convincing me to start looking for a guy, while I kept hesitating. It frustrated him, and we’d end up fighting.
— I understand. I’m really glad…
He approached me and tried to kiss me.
— No! Don’t touch me right now! — I turned my face away. — I need to focus! You’re just a spectator, but I have to overcome my own hesitation. Don’t forget, this wasn’t an easy decision for me.
— Sorry! — he said, looking down.
— Get ready; we’ll be leaving soon.
Getting ready didn’t take long, and it was already close to 7 p.m. We’d planned to meet at 8. Misha had said he’d find a secluded spot closer to downtown where we could park without interruption and would send us the address.
It was autumn, and it got dark early, so we could hide in the narrow streets. We decided to leave earlier to walk around a bit together. We called a cab and set off.
On the way, the tension was palpable. It was clear Dima was nervous. I was worried about him and his feelings. Our relationship always came first for me, and I didn’t want to ruin it so foolishly.
— Dima, are you okay? — I whispered.
— I’m fine, really, — he replied, with a hint of uncertainty.
— Are you sure? You really don’t want to call it off?
— Let’s get out of the cab and talk, okay?
— Yeah, of course.
The rest of the ride was silent. We exchanged a couple of texts instead, since speaking aloud felt awkward; we didn’t want the driver to understand. We didn’t even hold hands. These were very unusual emotions. We were familiar, yet at that moment, we felt like strangers. There was some invisible barrier stopping us from holding hands or hugging, even though we both wanted to.
It’s like standing on the edge of a parachute jump—you dream about it and work toward it, but when the moment comes, you suddenly want to call it all off.
That’s how it was with this. We wanted to cancel everything and go home, or just go for a walk together. But curiosity and the fact that we’d come so far outweighed the fear. The cab stopped at our destination. We got out. It was dark and overcast, with a light rain, but the temperature was warm.
— Misha sent the address. Check how far it is to walk, — I showed Dima the phone. — He said he couldn’t find a spot any closer.
— At a relaxed pace, maybe 20 minutes. Shall we walk or take another cab?
— No, let’s walk. He said we could take our time.
— Alright.
We started walking toward the meeting spot, silent for a while.
— Dima, will you answer the question I asked in the cab?
— I think I’m sure. I’m feeling very strange emotions right now. Ksenia, imagine if I suddenly wanted to cancel your meeting. Would you be upset?
— I don’t know. But I’d definitely be angry. You were the one who wanted this and persuaded me. We’ve spent two years getting to this point, and now you cancel everything right before the big moment? I’d definitely be angry.
— I see.
— Dima, what’s with the tone? Now I feel guilty.
— Ksenia, I’m sorry! Please, I don’t want you to feel that way because of me!
At that moment, I felt my stocking starting to slip. Looks like the elastic gave out.
— Damn, my stocking’s slipping!
— Can you secure it somehow?
— No, I can’t! — I shouted. — Ugh, I’m so annoyed right now! Such bad timing!
I had to keep adjusting it every few steps. With everything else up in the air, this was the last thing we needed.
I didn’t take it as a sign to cancel, though the thought crossed my mind. Judging by Dima’s face, he thought so too.
— It’s alright, no big deal. I’ll hold it with my hand. Once I’m in the car, it won’t matter, — I said in the calmest tone, as if I were talking about something routine.
Dima turned red.
— You’re blushing again, — I smiled.
— Yeah, a little. I’m aware of what’s about to happen in the car.
— And what’s going to happen?
— I think a blowjob is definitely on the table?
— Yes, that’s the minimum…
— And what about sex? Maybe save that for another time?
— Dima, please don’t start. I’m already agreeing to your conditions, but this is too much. If I like the beginning, I’ll want to go all the way. Or are you absolutely against it?
— No, not absolutely, but I do have doubts.
— Alright, if I decide I want to have sex with him, I’ll message you, and you can say ‘yes’ or ‘no’?
— Okay, sweetheart, thank you.
We arrived at the spot. It was a courtyard between two small buildings. There was a little parking area and lots of trees, so even the streetlights didn’t reach here. It was quite dark. We entered the yard.
— There’s the car, Dima. That’s his license plate.
— I see…
We stood there, silently looking at each other. The tension was at its peak. It was like standing on the edge, right before a jump.
— Should I go? — I asked.
— Yes, go.
— No, that’s not enough! Ask me properly. Otherwise, I’ll feel like you don’t want this!
He came closer and kissed me on the lips, and I didn’t resist, because at that moment, I really needed his support.
— My love, please, go to him! I really want this! I love you!
— I love you too… well… here I go.
I turned and walked confidently toward the car.
