My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 7.We were fantasizing more an..
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My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 7.We were fantasizing more and more often. But it became not enough, especially for my husband. He hinted that he wanted us to start looking for a partner. I understood that there was no delaying it. It had been almost 1.5 years since Dima told me about his desires.I started registering on dating sites like Badoo and Tinder… It was a very unusual feeling. We could be sitting in the same room, and I would be chatting with guys. Actually, finding a partner was the most challenging part. I really wanted the first time, as strange as it sounds, to be with someone I genuinely liked. Not just quick sex; I wanted to talk beforehand, maybe even walk with the guy for a while. I told Dima about this, and he was understanding, but of course, it slightly confused him.After sex one time, he asked:— Ksyu, do you really need to walk and talk with him for so long? Isn't that too intimate? It's almost like a real relationship.— Do you want me to completely relax and enjoy myself? Is all this for you or for me? — I asked him in return.— Of course, it's primarily for you, darling! I really want you to feel as comfortable as possible.— Well then, I want to find a guy with whom I'd enjoy talking. I can't just spread my legs on the first date, especially without any attraction.My phone was literally hot, it was so unusual. I had never used dating sites before. I always met people in a classic way, at clubs, on the street, or through friends. But now there was no time for that.The search continued, there were many interested, but something always felt off. Eventually, I stumbled upon a guy's page, his name was Misha. Pleasant appearance, good at communication. We had been talking for about a week and I saw that he was interested. That he didn't just see me as a piece of meat. And by the way, I told everyone that I was married. This fact deterred some candidates. I decided not to hide it. So that the person would understand immediately what he was to me. My husband and I were worried that the guy might fall in love and cause us trouble. But Misha took it calmly. We agreed to meet for coffee on Saturday evening."I'm going on a date," I wrote to Dima as soon as we arranged it with Misha.He wasn't home yet."Who is he?""His name is Misha, he's 28, attractive. Even somewhat resembles you."I always looked for guys of the same type. I showed his photo to my husband."Wow... he really does look similar.""Well, yes, what's so surprising? You know what type I like.""Yes, my love, I understand. When are you going?""This Saturday evening. I need a new dress, I want to feel confident.""Yes, of course. Let's go buy one.""I want to choose it myself. Maybe even consult with Misha."I began to feel a power over Dima. Realizing that I could tell him anything. Even if it would be hurtful, at least for an ordinary guy. My Dima is not ordinary."Well, if it's more convenient for you. Will you at least send me a photo from the fitting room?""I'll send it."Saturday came. Although I hadn't planned on having sex on the first date, the excitement was big. Dima was still sleeping, I looked at him and still didn't fully understand how he could do this. What if I ended up sleeping with Misha today? Wouldn't that scare him? I would find out soon. Fantasies are one thing, experiencing and seeing it in reality is another. I was still worried about our relationship. And if Dima decided to cancel everything, I would probably be relieved...I had an appointment for sugaring; I really wanted everything to be perfect just in case. Maybe I would like him so much that I would decide to do it on the first date.We woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast.— Dima, I'm going now for sugaring, and then straight to dress shopping.— Why the sugaring? You said there wouldn't be sex today.— What silly questions?! I'm going on a date with a guy! Anything could happen, — I snapped.— Yes, darling, agreed.I saw fear and doubt in his eyes.— Dima, have you changed your mind? Are you sure you're ready? I really don't know how this date might end. We might just have coffee and then go home. Or there might be sex. If you're letting me go, you need to be okay with whatever happens. Otherwise, let's cancel it!— No, we won't cancel. I'm really nervous. I'm a bit scared. But I've waited so long for this that I definitely don't want you to cancel the date.— Well then, stop behaving like this. I'm scared too, and I would like to feel your support and confidence. I'm also afraid that you might not handle the consequences of this date.— My love, don't even think about it! I adore you, and nothing will affect my feelings for you! I love you!He approached and kissed me deeply. I really liked it. With that kiss, he conveyed his confidence that he loves me.— Then I'll go get ready for sugaring. What will you be doing?— I'll play on the computer a bit and wait for the dress selection, darling."I'll play, my dear," I thought. And already thoughts about this evening and that photo Misha sent me this morning were flashing through my head.
