"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 1.I decided to..

"Congratulations, you’re a cuckold now!" Part 1.

I decided to name the next series of stories this way because this phrase is very symbolic for me and my husband. In the months leading up to this moment, I dreamed of saying this to Dima. I could see how much he wanted to become one, and I was very pleased with myself when I made it happen.

I want to explain why I didn't want to write about this experience. I didn’t get enough pleasure from having sex in the car. I really wanted to have an orgasm with another man, but it didn’t happen. Dima got his share of emotions, but I didn’t quite get mine. So I consider this an unsuccessful experience. But the important thing is that it was the beginning.

After Dima met me from Misha’s car, we walked away from the parking lot and called a taxi. While we waited, we hugged and kissed as if we hadn’t seen each other in years. What turned me on the most about all this was the fact that I had physically cheated on my husband, even though I didn’t get immense pleasure. But the fact remained: I was now kissing him, and just twenty minutes ago, I had another man’s cock in my mouth. Dima was pushing his tongue into my mouth so deeply that I almost choked. Later, he told me he did it because he wanted to taste it. But as practice showed, that’s not how it works. Only in the stories of fantasizing masturbators can you taste another man’s cock after a blowjob, especially if he didn’t finish there. In the future, I’ll give Dima the opportunity to experience that taste, but that’s another story altogether.

Let’s get back to that evening. The taxi arrived, and we got into the back seat and headed home. Dima looked at me strangely, like a loyal dog. Perhaps it was then that the hardness inside me began to form—the kind that spills out when I step into my role. I looked down on him, and he allowed it and even wanted it.

When we got to our house, Dima got out first and offered me his hand again. He always did that, but now this gesture took on new meaning. We walked hand in hand, not saying a word, and I had to hold up a stocking with a broken elastic band. Once we entered the apartment, we took off our outerwear, washed our hands, and I went to the bedroom while Dima stayed in the bathroom.

I immediately realized he wanted me to describe everything that happened in the car. Some people like to talk face-to-face, but we prefer texting, even when we’re in the same apartment. It’s easier to express our thoughts, and later we can reread and recall pleasant moments.

I lay down on the bed and started touching myself. Since I didn’t have an orgasm, I was very wet. Misha’s cock had only teased me.

“What are you feeling?” I texted first.

“Sunshine, I’m ecstatic! While you were in the car, I barely touched myself because I could have finished with just one stroke. I feel incredible arousal.”

“Do you feel jealous?”

I really wanted him to be jealous, so I didn’t like his answer. There’s this phrase from childhood: “If he’s not jealous, he doesn’t love you.” I don’t remember where I first heard it, but it seemed logical to me.

“The jealousy disappeared the moment you shut his car door, and only arousal remained.”

“Where were you while it happened?”

“Not far from the parking lot, there was a semi-abandoned building with a lot of trees and a stump. The streetlights didn’t reach there, so I stayed there.”

“Obedient cuckold!” I wrote with great pleasure.

“I liked this feeling, Sunshine! I want to always be your cuckold!”

I didn’t understand how this was happening, but with every message like this, I wanted to humiliate him more. “What kind of sunshine am I?!” I thought. “I was just fucked in a car and gave another man a blowjob!” But I didn’t dare write that to him. There were still boundaries in my head that I couldn’t cross.

“Did you come, my love?” Dima texted.

“What do you think?”

“Please tell me!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It was hard. I wouldn’t have come with him. The process was cool, but I wasn’t relaxed enough to climax. So now I really want you to fuck me! Come to the bedroom!”

I lay on our bed in the dress and lingerie I had just worn during sex with someone else. That turned me on like crazy. I felt complete dominance over Dima. But I wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready for me to be rough with him. Back then, I didn’t yet know how much of a pervert he really was.

He entered the room wearing only his underwear and the shirt he hadn’t yet taken off since we came home. His eyes were downcast. I noticed how hard his cock was, straining against his briefs, with a large wet spot on them. It looked so pitiful. Not the most arousing sight. But I wanted to be simply fucked, and my cuckold husband was the most convenient option at hand. It worked for me; I was home, relaxed, and Dima’s cock was just right for me.

“Come here!” I leaned against the pillow and spread my legs. “Lick me first!”

Without a word, he climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs.

“Take off this stupid stocking! It let me down today!” I said harshly.

He quickly removed both stockings and threw them on the floor. Then he returned to his position, moved my panties aside, and immediately started licking. There was plenty to lick. I heard the wet sounds and watched the movements of his head. His eyes were closed, but whenever he opened them, he met my haughty gaze and immediately shut them again. I could feel how uncomfortable he was. And I loved it.

I tilted my head back and used my hand to guide his movements between my legs. It was an indescribable pleasure. Just an hour ago, I was in the same position, but with another guy between my legs. Realizing these details turned me on even more. I wanted to talk about all of it while looking Dima in the eyes, but I didn’t have the courage.

“That’s enough,” I stopped him.

I turned away from him, got on all fours, and said, “Fuck me!”

He hesitantly inserted his cock and started moving. I pushed back against him and moaned loudly. It was very enjoyable. But he kept stopping every ten seconds to avoid finishing too quickly. At that moment, I didn’t care—I wanted sex and couldn’t stop. After a few minutes, I felt him abruptly pull out, and his hot cum started spilling onto my back and butt. I sighed in disappointment and lay on my side.

“Sunshine, I’m sorry,” he said.

I lay on my back in silence and spread my legs. He immediately understood what to do. He eagerly buried his face in my pussy and started licking. I came quite vividly. We lay there for a while as the arousal subsided, leaving only a strong sense of awkwardness. This was a new feeling for me, and I even felt ashamed of my behavior. Doubts began creeping in: “Was what we did right?” I got up silently and went to take a shower.

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