My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 8.I left the house, called a ..
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My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 8.I left the house, called a taxi, and went to my sugaring appointment. I really wanted everything to be perfect in case it led to sex. Honestly, I still wasn't sure if I wanted it. But my curiosity was taking over. And I liked the photos Misha sent. He had a beautiful body and a nice penis. I felt a slight thrill. Essentially, I was getting ready to give myself to another man."I really enjoy getting ready for a date with him," I wrote to Dima while riding in the taxi."Does that thought excite you, sunshine?""Yes, very much! And you?""I'm endlessly excited; I've been waiting for this for so long! Are you ready for what will happen to you tonight?""More than ready.""I love your confidence!""Me too. Is your dick hard? Can you imagine what will happen in a few hours?""Yes, sunshine, I can imagine, and I can't lie still because of these thoughts. My hand keeps reaching for my dick.""That's good. You'll have to jerk off often now. But don't finish! I want to fuck you after the date.""Okay, got it.""I'm at my sugaring appointment, I'll write afterward.""Kisses!"I decided not to reply anymore. I felt myself getting into the role, feeling superior to my husband. I realized he was now completely under my control. I could even insult him, and it would only arouse him more. While lying on the couch at the sugaring place, thoughts about tonight kept breaking through the pain of the procedure. After thirty minutes, I was fully ready. Everything was so smooth and tender between my legs; Misha would definitely like it. Oddly enough, I didn't even always do this for my husband. Once I started seeing other men, I began doing this procedure regularly."Dima, I'm done, heading to get a dress.""Got it, love. I'm waiting for a video from the fitting room; I want to help you choose.""Today, I'm choosing a dress not for you, so he'll help me. I'll send him the options first, and then you.""Wow, such a slut has awakened in you.""Yes, I'm surprised by my mood too. But I don't want you to call me that. You're my cuckold and definitely can't call me a slut, okay?""Yes, sunshine, sorry. What can I call you?""No need to come up with anything new. Just call me 'Beloved.'""Okay, beloved! I love you!"I didn't reply. Very interesting processes were going on in my mind right now. All our fantasies could become a reality tonight. I liked it so much that I was afraid of losing control. What if I like it so much that I can't control myself?I arrived at the mall and started picking out a dress for my date.I sent videos to Misha first and then to my husband.The dress I chose can be seen in the first photo from Misha's car ;)It's very convenient to have sex in a car in a dress. No need to struggle like with jeans. Just sit on top, move the panties to the side, and you're ready.I sent it to Dima."What do you think?""Great, beloved! Did he like it?""Yes, he said to get it. But it's a bit more expensive, and I don't have enough money with me.""I'll send it right now, sunshine! Get it if you both like it."We didn't have such rules in our relationship; I never bought anything without Dima's approval. So, out of habit, I asked this time. Things will change in the future, of course."I got it. Heading home now.""Waiting, sunshine!"I was very aroused. I had never chosen a dress for such an occasion before. I had chosen one for a regular date, but not for one where sex was implied on the first date. I didn't want Dima to call me a slut, but I felt like one right now. Sometimes, it brought pleasant feelings, sometimes negative. Inside me, there was a battle between a decent girl who doesn't cheat on her husband and the one who wants to try a new dick. I remembered the feeling when I cheated on my first boyfriend with Vanya. But that was a different context; the boyfriend didn't know I was cheating, and the relationship was different.I arrived home, and Dima opened the door, visibly feeling awkward. For me, his behavior was like a red rag to a bull. Several years in a managerial position had left their mark. If I sensed uncertainty in a person, I could easily manipulate them. Without any rudeness, of course. Usually, the employee didn't even notice they were doing what I wanted.But with my husband, more interesting emotions arose in such moments. It was hard to explain, but I wanted to humiliate him even more."Did you miss me?" I said coldly.Maybe, deep down, I was angry that he wanted to let me go to another man, so I wanted to humiliate him for it. Yes, that's probably it."Yes, sunshine, how was your outing?""Great! Misha and I picked a dress, and he loved it.""Got it, I'm glad."It was clear he found it hard to talk to me, so I decided to ease his suffering."Is it hard for you to talk to me right now?" I asked."Yes, very uncomfortable.""Then go to the bedroom and stay there. I'll call you if I need you.""Got it, thank you, beloved!"He went to the room and closed the door. I was getting more and more into this role. Surprisingly, I felt very comfortable in it. In everyday life, I couldn't manipulate Dima. But here, I sensed a weakness and wanted to exploit it. I craved power over him.I put on the new dress, took off my panties, and decided to show my husband how well the procedure went. Without knocking, I entered the bedroom. He was lying under the blanket on his side, and the blanket suddenly moved in the area of his dick as if he was removing his hands from there."Were you jerking off?" I asked with a haughty smile."No..."His cheeks turned red."Why lie? I can see you were jerking off!""Well, just a little."I started getting even more aroused. He was even starting to annoy me."Then why lie that you weren't jerking off?! What were you thinking about while doing it?""I was imagining tonight.""Imagining how he'll use me in the car?""Yes, beloved.""And how does that feel?""It turns me on a lot!"Dima lowered his eyes."I want you to lick me."I approached him, moved the blanket aside, and stood with my leg up, his face ended up between my legs. He started examining me, and I could hear his heavy breathing."Do you like it?""Yes, it's very beautiful."I slowly sat on his face and began gently rubbing my pussy against his lips. He licked them so tenderly that it was hard to hold back. I relaxed and almost sat on him with my full weight. He raised his hands and started caressing my butt."Remove your hands!" I shouted. "Only your face and lips should be touching me now!"I didn't understand why I was talking to him so harshly. But I liked it. He didn't object, so I could continue.I leaned back and propped myself up on his chest. Dima lay still, not touching his dick, just skillfully moving his tongue. I loved this moment.I didn't want to get off his face, but I felt that I might come, and I didn't want to orgasm before meeting Misha; it might ruin my mood.I decided to please Dima and slowly moved toward his dick. My smooth crotch touched his hard-on.Dima froze. I took his dick in my hand and guided it into me."No, please, I'll come right away," he said in such a pitiful voice."Bear with it!"I was also aroused and really wanted sex. His dick pressed into my vagina, and I was so wet that it slid in without resistance. I started moving on him slowly and carefully. I leaned into his ear."Tonight, I'll be sitting on his dick like this," I whispered. "Are you ready?""Yes, beloved, yes," Dima moaned, and I saw he was on the edge."Tonight, I'll make you a cuckold. I hope you're ready for this!"After these words, I got off his dick and went to get ready. There were only a few hours left until the moment my husband would become a cuckold. And this would no longer be a fantasy but a reality.
