My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 2. Dima wrote early in the m..
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My Husband is a Cuckold!? Part 2. Dima wrote early in the morning: "Good morning, sunshine. Are you not mad at me for yesterday?" "Good morning. I'm not mad, but I'm still digesting what we talked about yesterday. You really surprised me." "I'm sorry it turned out this way. I just couldn't keep it inside any longer. I hope you can understand." Honestly, it was very hard for me to understand him. But one thing was clear, I love him. And if he dared to share this with me, then it's important. If I start dictating terms now, we're unlikely to sort out this situation. So, I decided to give him a chance to ask more questions. "Do you have any more questions? I need to start getting ready for work in an hour, so we still have time." "Yes, I do." "Well, go ahead then." "You said that sometimes you gave him oral before having sex first time. How long before your first sex did you suck him off?" "Honestly, I don't remember. Maybe half a year." "Wow. That long. And it wasn't hard to do that and not go further?" "Sometimes it was hard, but to be honest, it was enough for me. I mean, after that he gave me cunnilingus. So, it wasn't that difficult." "Please tell me where you did it?" "Oh, what strange questions, Dima) What does it matter... well, mostly at his place. I would visit, we would lock ourselves in a room, and while watching a movie I might play with his dick." "My dick is getting hard..." "I could spend the whole movie lying on his leg, and suck it. Am I being detailed enough?" I tried to act confidently. I didn't show that it was unple^sant for me. But today was easier anyway. I had at least gotten some sleep. "Yes, very detailed. Thank you, sunshine. This is very important to me. I'm so aroused right now." "Does talking about this excite you?" "Yes, very much. I'm masturbating right now. It's an unusu^al feeling." "Hm… you never cease to surprise me." "Where did he finish?" "Differently. Often, I would just jerk him off, and he would finish on his stomach or somewhere to the side. And sometimes I could lick the cum from his belly" "Did you like his cum...?" "Yes, but it was rare. Sometimes I did it while kneeling in front of him, he could finish on my face. And some might get into my mouth. That's how I sometimes tasted it. Mostly, if I d*ank, I might be in the mood, so I allowed him to finish wherever he wanted." "Damn, I almost finished just now." "What's needed for you to finish?" I really wanted him to let off steam so we could end this conversation. "Tell me about the first time you suck his dick, please." "I was with friends at a disco, and we each had something to drink. For us, being eighteen-year-old girls, it felt like a lot. I was feeling lightheaded. And he came to walk me home. We walked through the park, it was already dark, hardly any people around. We sat on a bench and started kissing. He unzipped his pants and took his dick out." "Had you seen it before then?" "No, we had been dating since we were 17. And nothing happened until I turned 18." "Wow! Is that possible?" "I was very childish at that age. I really didn't want to have sex. But closer to eighteen, I started to feel attraction. Should I continue?" "Yes, please." "He took it out and placed my hand on it. It was actually very interesting. Then I went down and kissed it. Then tried sucking. He was so surprised. I started jerking it off and simultaneously taking it in my mouth." "Did you like the taste-smell?" "Yes, it was good." "Where did he finish?" "Almost in my mouth. I managed to move my head away…" Before I could finish writing, a message arrived: "I'm done, sunshine…" "Good. I'm glad." The feeling of awkwardness and slight disgust with the situation didn't pass. But I decided we would discuss this issue when he came home. Although, somewhere deep down, it was pleasing to realize that I had brought him to orgasm with my words. "Thank you, sunshine! You can't even imagine how amazing you made me feel! It was an unreal orgasm." "You're welcome, love. I'm going to get ready. What are your plans for today?" "We're waking up now and heading to the cyber-arena. NaVi plays at 10:00. And then home in the evening. We'll grab some beer, maybe some sushi, and play." "Got it. Have a good day. Kisses!" We didn't bring up this topic for the rest of his trip. We continued a long time after he returned.
