We haven't done this before, but now we decided to upload the originals of our chat while dating. +photo/video. This is the first footage from the meeting with Max 😏
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2025-07-01 09:35:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Max. Part 3
I got up and went to the bathroom. I crossed paths with Dima in the hallway—he was just coming out. I gave him a haughty look and walked past in silence. My attention, my thoughts, were entirely focused on Max. Even back then, I started to be surprised by my own ability to switch gears like that. I don’t know if it’s a talent, or if maybe everyone can do it?
Let me digress a little and explain my feelings toward my husband at this stage of our relationship. I love Dima endlessly. Some people might think that after sleeping with Sasha, my attitude toward him changed—that I stopped seeing him as a man, or that I fell out of love, or lost trust because he let another man have me, and so on. But that’s not true at all. In fact, I feel like I began to love and respect him even more—strange as that may sound.
I’ll try to explain. I still had doubts before sleeping with Sasha. I was afraid it might bother Dima. It was one thing when, after the first time in the car with Misha, I just criticized the experience—I didn’t even orgasm. Honestly, Dima had no real reason to feel jealous of Misha.
But with Sasha, I actually experienced feelings I had only ever felt with my husband. And I told him that honestly. It was important for me to get a genuine reaction. Because if I had sensed, even for a moment, that his attitude toward me had changed, I would have stopped all of this immediately. Our relationship always has been—and always will be—the top priority. And if something negatively affects it, it needs to stop.
And in that moment, when he came into the room almost right after Sasha left, I could see in his eyes that he was completely fine with it. He went down on me with such hunger and desire. I was lying lazily on the bed with my legs spread, watching him. It was obvious that he was enjoying the humiliation. And since I love him, I wanted to give him even more of those emotions.
With every new insult I threw at him, he licked me with even more enthusiasm. Maybe it was just coincidence, but I really started to enjoy controlling Dima during sex. Because in life, it’s the opposite—Dima controls everything, makes all the decisions. But the moment I call him a cuckold, this responsible and reliable man turns into a submissive boy, ready to kneel before me and look into my eyes with total devotion—even when I’ve just come home from another man.
It’s like a drug. Dima enjoys being humiliated, and that makes me want to do it more and more. In the end, we both get amazing emotions from it. And most importantly—they’re sincere. When I insult him, I mean every word. I want to say those things, and he lets me. That’s our little utopia.
Now that you understand my feelings toward my husband, let’s get back to preparing for my meeting with Max. Because that day, I was especially harsh with Dima for the first time. It felt like a new phase.
While I was in the bathroom, Dima went to the bedroom and started texting me again.
Dima: “Are you nervous, sunshine?”
Me: “No. Not at all. I don’t know why, but I feel calm and confident.”
Dima: “Experience?)”
Me: “Maybe. Or maybe I just want adventure again. You’re boring.”
Dima: “Really boring? Will you please answer my question about your emotions? How are they different during sex with me and with someone else?”
It was time for me to get ready. But this texting was keeping me from taking a shower. I had a manicure appointment.
Me: “Dima, can I answer that question after I get out? Otherwise, I won’t make it in time.”
Dima: “Alright, sunshine. I’ll wait.”
I took a shower and went into the bedroom to grab my things. Dima was lying under the covers. I noticed some movement around his groin.
“Are you jerking off?” I asked with a smirk.
Dima blushed and pulled the blanket over his head.
“Just a little…” he whispered.
“Well, go ahead. Because you’re not getting anything today,” I said flatly, with no smile.
Dima didn’t answer. Like I said before, he simply can’t look me in the eye or talk to me when I act that boldly. I actually enjoyed that. A man so much bigger than me, suddenly turning into a timid, powerless creature when a small, delicate girl takes control.
“Silent?” I said condescendingly. “Then stay silent, cuckold. I’m heading out. You’ll lock the door.”
“Okay, sunshine,” came his muffled reply from under the blanket.
“Good boy. But I want you to do it naked. Understood?”
Dima didn’t respond again. I knew perfectly well that this would make him even more uncomfortable. During moments like this, he can’t even meet my eyes—and now he’d have to come out naked and walk me to the door.
I walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket off him.
“What are you hiding under here?!” I snapped. “You’ll walk me to my manicure naked. Got it?!”
Dima kept trying to avoid my gaze.
“…Got it.”
“Good cuckold!” I said.
Then, with a quick motion, I covered him with the blanket again.
“Sit there, I’ll call you!”
I was getting seriously turned on. I had this rush of power, and I didn’t want it to stop. Dima was completely under my control. It felt like I could do anything I wanted with him. And that gave me a huge thrill.
I drank some coffee, had a sandwich, got dressed quickly, and stood at the door.
“Diiima… close it,” I said mockingly.
Silence. A moment later, I heard his slow steps. Dima appeared in the hallway. Completely naked. Eyes down. His cheeks red with shame.
“Come closer.”
He walked up slowly, stopping just within arm’s reach.
“Bye, sunshine,” he mumbled.
“Uh-huh, bye. I’ll be back in two or three hours.”
I glanced at the overgrown hair above his cock.
“And by the way, shave your dick. If things don’t work out with Max tonight, I want you to fuck me.”
“…Got it.”
I stepped closer, grabbed his cock, and kissed him on the lips. I could hear his breathing get faster. He started to get hard. That feeling of absolute control over Dima filled me.
“Alright, I’m off. Wait for me. And get everything ready to shave me too. I won’t have much time after my manicure.”
“Okay.”
I turned around and walked out of the apartment, without even closing the door. It opened outward, so to shut it, he’d have to step into the hallway. Naked. That wouldn’t be very pleasant. I wanted to humiliate my cuckold as much as possible—even in the little things…
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Cuckold is in his place as always
2025-06-23 10:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostIf you're wondering what it looked like through the eyes of a lover, watch this 😏
2025-06-11 08:30:28 +0000 UTC View Post
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2025-06-09 14:55:21 +0000 UTC View Post
Our chat with my husband during my date with my lover
2025-06-09 14:54:22 +0000 UTC View Post
«Look, honey. His cock is already rubbing against my ass and I'm wet from his touch. He's holding me tighter than you ever could. Get used to seeing me like this accessible, submissive...but not for you.»
2025-06-09 05:57:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Max. 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.”
2025-06-01 10:19:07 +0000 UTC View Post
There are already 1000 of you! I am very glad that you are interested in our «work» 😏 There are still many interesting stories ahead😘
2025-05-31 05:20:09 +0000 UTC View Post
These are the kind of photos I send to my cuckold after sex with my lover. And of course, I bring it home, where I pour all the contents of the condom on his face. And at the same time I tell him how good I've been fucked.
2025-05-27 10:04:57 +0000 UTC View PostWhat does sex sound like for a cuckold? Exactly like that!
This is the first time I've decided to post such content. Almost 22 minutes of recording of what was happening between me and my lover. And the cuckold could only listen. Have any cuckolds here overheard their wife being fucked?
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2025-05-23 08:15:26 +0000 UTC View PostThis is what the cuckold sees before I disappear for a few hours😏
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Let's get a little ahead of ourselves and post our correspondence during our first date with Max. I think you're gonna love it 😏
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Max. Part 1
Six months had passed since our meeting with Sasha. During all that time, we hadn’t met with anyone else. As I’ve said before, we take the choice of partner very seriously.
On top of that, we spent most of the summer in Europe. Through some acquaintances, we managed to get a decent job. That gave us the opportunity to travel and see the Alps. But! It’s really hard to find someone to have sex with abroad. Either the language barrier or something else always got in the way.
Dima and I often argued about this. Sometimes he accused me of being uninterested and lacking initiative.
Honestly, I sometimes felt like he wanted it more than I did. He didn’t fully understand how hard it was for me to find someone I could surrender to. Especially abroad, where you don’t even know where to look.
But finally, it was time to go home. We returned to Ukraine on the third of September. We were in a great mood, had plenty of free time and money since the summer was productive. All of this gave us the chance to start looking for a guy again—someone who, I hoped, would become a regular. I realized that would be the best option: find someone once, and then just call him whenever. At least, that’s how it looked in my head.
I reactivated my dating profiles and started searching again. Two months of looking passed without us noticing. There were various options, but for different reasons, none of them led to a meeting. Until one day, Max wrote to me on Tinder.
A good-looking guy, around 30 from the looks of it. My type, pleasant to talk to. His profile said he was looking for “sex without obligations,” which was also a plus. Though it did annoy me that he made spelling mistakes when texting. But I figured I wasn’t writing an essay with him, and I really craved new emotions.
Like I said, maybe Dima wanted all this more and more often than I did. But when I realized that I missed that feeling—when a new dick enters me—I would let go of some of my strict standards. That’s what happened with Max. Overall, he was normal to talk to. And I started ignoring how he typed.
The main thing was that when we started exchanging photos, I felt that nice feeling in my belly—“butterflies.”
He quickly brought up the idea of meeting. Just to have coffee and get to know each other. Dima didn’t know yet that I was talking to him. Max texted me again in the morning.
“Good morning, sunshine! What are you up to today? Wanna grab a coffee?”
Dima and I were still in bed, he was asleep.
“Morning, Max! Straight to ‘sunshine,’ huh?😏”
“Well yeah☺️ Why not? Don’t you like it? If you don’t want me to, I won’t call you that.”
My husband used to call me that. In Ukrainian, the word “sunshine” is written without the “l,” and my husband wrote it exactly like that—“сонце.” I don’t know why Max chose that word, but it caught my attention. Still, it didn’t bother me.
I hadn’t told Max I was married yet. I figured now was the right time.
“It’s not that I mind, it’s just unusual. That’s what my husband calls me🙈 That’s why I noticed.”
“Wow!!! You have a husband??”
“Is that a problem? Your profile says you’re into sex without strings attached.😏”
“Well… it’s not really a problem. It’s just that I’ve never had someone straight-up say they have a husband. Usually they hide that.”
“The thing is, he knows that we’ll be meeting. Actually, I’m going to tell him today.”
“For real? He’ll know and he won’t mind?”
“Yes, we’re what you’d call a ‘hotwife/cuckold’ couple. If that freaks you out, we can stop chatting.”
“No way, come on! That’s your business. I really am just looking for a girl to have sex with, maybe go for a walk now and then. So that’s not a problem at all.”
“Great☺️ Would you be okay if my husband was present?”
After the date with Sasha, Dima and I agreed that we both really liked the setup where I go on the date alone. Especially the first one. It’s more relaxed that way. Also, Max wasn’t really “into the kink,” so for someone like that, it would be too strange if the woman’s husband was sitting in the room during sex, jerking off. But I still decided to ask.
“I don’t know, Ksyusha! That’s kinda weird for me. I’ve never experienced that. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to get hard with your husband there.😄”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to rush it. Maybe for future meetings. But there’s one thing—would you be okay if we filmed it?”
“You mean, our sex?”
“Yes.”
“No problem. I’ve done that before. Used to do it with my ex all the time.”
“Then it’s settled. I’m glad I found you☺️”
I really was overwhelmed with emotions. Not because of Max, but because the search was over, for now. And I’d be able to feel those things again—and share them with my husband.
“I’m really glad too, Ksyusha. How about today at 6 PM?”
“Yeah, sounds good. Where?”
“Somewhere downtown.”
“Hmm, maybe not downtown? I don’t want to run into someone I know.😄”
“Don’t worry. It’s a weekday. Plus, I know a cozy two-story café. There’s only one table upstairs, so it’s private. I’ll get there early and grab it. I’ll let you know if it’s taken.”
“Okay, let’s do that. See you tonight, Max☺️”
“See you tonight, sunshine😉”
I put the phone aside. I was smiling. My emotions were overflowing. This would be my first real date—in the sense that sex wasn’t planned. Just a meeting. There’s something special about that.
At that moment, Dima stirred. I turned toward him, pressed my lips to his ear, and whispered:
— Wake up, cuckold…
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After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 2
There’s one more thing I’d like to explain. It might not be very pleasant for potential lovers to hear.
I described my emotions and feelings for Sasha so vividly because, in the moment of arousal, I was truly experiencing them. It’s hard to stay indifferent during sex. You’re being filled by another person, and the hormones take over. Nature designed it this way — once the desire to give someone sex arises, during the act itself, you’re going to feel the man, and want to surrender to him. You might even end up doing “forbidden” things (like rimming Sasha). But that wasn’t because I adore him with every fiber of my being — it was because I needed that experience for me, for the emotions. I imagined how my husband would react, and that made me want it even more.
On top of that, like any other woman, I absolutely love watching a man lose his mind from what I do to him. It shoots my self-esteem through the roof.
But the most important part is what happens after sex. I often get messages like, “Aren’t you afraid you might fall in love with Sasha? You seemed to feel so much for him.” My answer is simple: No.
I love my husband. Everything I do — I do for myself and for him. Sasha, like any other man who has been or will be with me, is just a means to an end. The goal is for me to enjoy myself, and to fulfill my husband’s desires. The lover is in last place, honestly. If something didn’t work for him, I don’t really worry about it.
Among other couples in the lifestyle, we sometimes heard the term “teabag” used for a lover — you use it and throw it away. I personally don’t support that term. It’s disrespectful, even though some people do treat their lovers exactly like that.
In our experience, there have been times when a guy would lose his erection the moment I asked to film for my husband. So I’d have to tell my husband that we couldn’t record for now. And if he was okay with it, I would just focus on the lover — without distracting him with filming or updates. Later, I would describe everything to my husband in detail. Everyone’s happy. He values my honesty and the fact that I never fake anything. He knows I’ll never do something I don’t enjoy. Those who are in the lifestyle might understand exactly what I mean.
As for what happened next with Sasha — we never met again. For various reasons. Sometimes he wasn’t available, sometimes we weren’t. Living in different cities is a challenge. The first time, we made it work because there was so much curiosity. But after I tried him, my curiosity faded. Yes, the sex was good, but he didn’t interest me as a person. So I didn’t see him as a potential regular lover.
We still exchange a few messages every month. Maybe we’ll meet again someday — but for now, there are no plans.
2025-05-08 05:35:11 +0000 UTC View Post
This is what my hubby sees when he comes home tired from work 😅 And everyone is happy.
2025-05-03 08:19:27 +0000 UTC View PostWe don't usually publish videos like this. That kind of stuff stays between me and my husband. But this time I was in the mood to make him put on his stockings and stand up like an obedient bitch...😏
2025-05-02 06:08:23 +0000 UTC View Post
After the First Orgasm with Another Man. Part 1
I want to start with a bit of backstory.
Orgasms are very important to me. Does that sound strange? Maybe they’re important to everyone? But somehow, I feel like I couldn’t live even a month with someone who doesn’t bring me to orgasm — even if I loved him. And that’s all because of my first relationship.
I started dating my first boyfriend when I was 18. It might be hard to believe, but we didn’t have sex until two years later, when I was twenty. There were many reasons for that, but the main one was probably the size of his penis. It was really huge. And to keep him from leaving me, we stuck to petting for those two years, and I gave him blowjobs now and then. I even once measured his dick with a ruler out of curiosity. I remember it was about twenty-one centimeters. Considering my petite body and my height — 150 cm — it was just too much. So I put off sex for as long as I could.
When it finally happened, it was really painful. Even after everything healed. It took me three days to recover from that night — I had pain in my lower abdomen. And even afterward, it still felt uncomfortable when he tried to go all the way in. I could only have sex with him when I was “fun”. And the worst part? I almost never had orgasms with him. I endured it for two years, until I finally decided to cheat.
The first time I cheated, I still didn’t orgasm — even though the guy’s size was normal. I don’t know what the problem was.
Yes, I really enjoyed the process itself — for the first time, it didn’t hurt. I could finally relax and enjoy it. I didn’t have to fear that he’d go too deep and I’d feel pain again.
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I started to worry that the problem was with me. I even began to regret cheating. The goal I had — to reach orgasm — hadn’t been achieved. So I started to think it had all been for nothing.
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But the lack of orgasms pushed me to keep searching for someone who could do it right. And I had my first orgasm with my future husband, Dima. Technically, I was still with my first boyfriend at that point, but our relationship was strained, and we only had sex once or twice a month. So I don’t even know if it counted as cheating.
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I think I fell in love with Dima the moment I lay next to him after sex and realized I had finally felt what I’d been missing for years — an orgasm.
Yes, I could make myself cum, but experiencing those feelings during sex with a man — that was something else.
Some people fall in love with pretty eyes — I fell in love after an orgasm.
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I’m telling you all this so you understand just how important orgasms are to me. Before I slept with Sasha, my husband was the only man who could make me cum. That’s why something shifted in my mind that day.
No, it didn’t change how I feel about Dima in terms of love — but it did change the fact that he no longer had a monopoly on my pleasure.
Until then, I was sure I could only orgasm with him.
But Sasha proved otherwise. That was the turning point…
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After that, Dima stopped being the “sex god” for me. He was still great in bed, I still orgasm with him almost every time — but now he’s not the only one.
The mental barriers were gone.
It’s hard to explain, but after sex with Sasha, I could talk to my husband more firmly. I could easily switch how I acted toward him.
If he wanted to be a cuckold and be treated accordingly, it no longer felt unnatural to me.
And the most important thing — everything I said and did came from a real place.
It was no longer a game…
P.S. The photo is of my husband's penis 😅 Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of my first boyfriend's penis.
And this is how I invite my husband over😏 But the only thing he's allowed to do is lick the cum off my face!
2025-04-30 06:40:42 +0000 UTC View PostYou never know when you could use some help 😏
That's what it's like to deal with an experienced hotwife
2025-04-24 19:14:10 +0000 UTC View PostI sat there, waiting for my lover to get out of the shower. My emotions were mixed, but mostly pleasant.
At the same time, my cuckold was waiting downstairs outside the hotel.
I’ll just say this — I never got to finish that glass 😈
2025-04-21 12:15:07 +0000 UTC View PostVideo from the meeting with Sasha 😏
2025-04-17 08:10:13 +0000 UTC View Post
