"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 3.After that e..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 3.

After that evening, a lot changed in my mindset. I wasn’t upset that I didn’t finish with Misha. Instead, I got something better than any orgasm—confidence. It’s not just men who feel their self-esteem soar when they conquer another partner.

Misha, a mature and handsome guy, was so nervous when his hands touched me. I could feel his palms trembling. I’m not sure if it was from excitement or because he enjoyed it so much. Either way, I understood that he was thrilled by me.

And the way Dima was thrilled by me when we got home is hard to put into words. That wild sex and his desire to own me… it was incredible. I felt wanted, and that’s very important to me.

Now, when I walked down the street, I found myself looking at other men differently. No, I didn’t want to sleep with every one of them, but they now became potential partners. I realized I wanted to continue what we had started.

Something else changed too. Every time I felt aroused, I wanted to text Dima. I could be at work, go to the restroom, take a spicy photo, and send it to him. I even remembered new details about sex with my ex, just to share them with my husband. Then I’d watch how he would get embarrassed. In those moments, I felt power over him. I knew that after such conversations, he’d take me roughly, like that evening. If I allowed him, of course. Sometimes, I’d just hint that he could go down on me, and he could finish however he wanted.

One day, while I was at work, I decided to send Dima something he would definitely like. I was aroused and really wanted to surprise him.

“Dima, I often think about that time with Vanya when you first came over. It was a long time ago, but I remember comparing you two after sex. You were friends back then. It was such an unusual experience for me.”

He replied almost instantly, as if waiting for my message:

“Wow! Why are you bringing this up now? Was there a difference between us?”

“Yes, there was a difference. Vanya’s was decent, but thinner than yours. With a thinner dick, you have to have longer sex to finish. But it was easier to give him head.”

“What are you doing to me?? I’m working right now! And you’re distracting me so much, my love!”

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You know what else? Both Vanya’s and yours are much thinner compared to my ex’s.”

“Really? Now I’m curious. How big was he? How much can you take?”

“Well, if you’re about 17–18 cm, he was around 21–22. And thicker too. So, out of the three of you, yours suits me the best. It’s perfect.”

“I’d love to see you on something that big.”

“I don’t think you’d like it. He couldn’t go all the way in, so I’m not sure he enjoyed it either. But I learned to give head on something like that. He always controlled the depth because if it got uncomfortable for me, no one liked that. That’s the main downside of such sizes.”

He didn’t reply right away. Dima works from home, and I figured he was already jerking off.

“Always controlled? Or were there positions where he went all the way in?”

“There were, like when he was on top.Missionary or when I was feeling completely relaxed. Then it didn’t matter how, and it didn’t hurt.”

“I wish I could’ve been there with you in moments like that. To support you. To hold your hand if you felt uncomfortable.”

“I think you’ll have that opportunity one day. Love you, my cuckold!”

“And I love you, my sunshine!”

After this exchange, we paused. I didn’t see Dima, but I could feel how aroused he was. When I got home, there’d be amazing sex again. Just like in the early months of our relationship—maybe even better. I decided to add a bit more:

“I want the next time to be in a hotel. So it’s comfortable and calm. No extreme situations.”

“You didn’t fully get what you wanted, did you? Now we need to fix that.”

“Yes, exactly, my love.”

“I wanted to tell you something. Honestly, until the very end, I thought you’d just blow Misha. Or that, before sleeping with him, you’d ask me how I felt about it. It was amazing to get the message that he was about to fuck you. It wasn’t a question, but a fact. And then the video of you writhing on his dick.”

“I had no thoughts of asking you. I knew that just a blowjob wouldn’t give me the emotions I wanted. That’s not interesting. And then I realized I wanted sex with him. I was curious to recall the feeling of a new dick. Though I still didn’t get what I was hoping for. Next time, I definitely want to finish. I want it to feel so good that he and I will meet without you.”

“You want a steady lover?”

“Yes, I do. It’s so convenient. No need to waste time searching. I could call him anytime, and he’d come over.”

Dima’s next message signaled the end of the conversation:

“Sunshine, sorry, but I came. Can we stop talking about this? I feel awkward.”

“Sure, my love. No problem. I adore you!” — followed by several kissing emojis.

“And I adore you too!”

With that, our conversation ended. I went on with my day, knowing I needed to start looking for a new guy right away...