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Max. Part 1Six months had passed since our meeting with ..
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 13:24:20 +0000 UTC Max. Part 1Six months had passed since our meeting with Sasha. During all that time, we hadn’t met with anyone else. As I’ve said before, we take the choice of partner very seriously.On top of that, we spent most of the summer in Europe. Through some acquaintances, we managed to get a decent job. That gave us the opportunity to travel and see the Alps. But! It’s really hard to find someone to have sex with abroad. Either the language barrier or something else always got in the way.Dima and I often argued about this. Sometimes he accused me of being uninterested and lacking initiative.Honestly, I sometimes felt like he wanted it more than I did. He didn’t fully understand how hard it was for me to find someone I could surrender to. Especially abroad, where you don’t even know where to look.But finally, it was time to go home. We returned to Ukraine on the third of September. We were in a great mood, had plenty of free time and money since the summer was productive. All of this gave us the chance to start looking for a guy again—someone who, I hoped, would become a regular. I realized that would be the best option: find someone once, and then just call him whenever. At least, that’s how it looked in my head.I reactivated my dating profiles and started searching again. Two months of looking passed without us noticing. There were various options, but for different reasons, none of them led to a meeting. Until one day, Max wrote to me on Tinder.A good-looking guy, around 30 from the looks of it. My type, pleasant to talk to. His profile said he was looking for “sex without obligations,” which was also a plus. Though it did annoy me that he made spelling mistakes when texting. But I figured I wasn’t writing an essay with him, and I really craved new emotions.Like I said, maybe Dima wanted all this more and more often than I did. But when I realized that I missed that feeling—when a new dick enters me—I would let go of some of my strict standards. That’s what happened with Max. Overall, he was normal to talk to. And I started ignoring how he typed.The main thing was that when we started exchanging photos, I felt that nice feeling in my belly—“butterflies.”He quickly brought up the idea of meeting. Just to have coffee and get to know each other. Dima didn’t know yet that I was talking to him. Max texted me again in the morning.“Good morning, sunshine! What are you up to today? Wanna grab a coffee?”Dima and I were still in bed, he was asleep.“Morning, Max! Straight to ‘sunshine,’ huh?😏”“Well yeah☺️ Why not? Don’t you like it? If you don’t want me to, I won’t call you that.”My husband used to call me that. In Ukrainian, the word “sunshine” is written without the “l,” and my husband wrote it exactly like that—“сонце.” I don’t know why Max chose that word, but it caught my attention. Still, it didn’t bother me.I hadn’t told Max I was married yet. I figured now was the right time.“It’s not that I mind, it’s just unusual. That’s what my husband calls me🙈 That’s why I noticed.”“Wow!!! You have a husband??”“Is that a problem? Your profile says you’re into sex without strings attached.😏”“Well… it’s not really a problem. It’s just that I’ve never had someone straight-up say they have a husband. Usually they hide that.”“The thing is, he knows that we’ll be meeting. Actually, I’m going to tell him today.”“For real? He’ll know and he won’t mind?”“Yes, we’re what you’d call a ‘hotwife/cuckold’ couple. If that freaks you out, we can stop chatting.”“No way, come on! That’s your business. I really am just looking for a girl to have sex with, maybe go for a walk now and then. So that’s not a problem at all.”“Great☺️ Would you be okay if my husband was present?”After the date with Sasha, Dima and I agreed that we both really liked the setup where I go on the date alone. Especially the first one. It’s more relaxed that way. Also, Max wasn’t really “into the kink,” so for someone like that, it would be too strange if the woman’s husband was sitting in the room during sex, jerking off. But I still decided to ask.“I don’t know, Ksyusha! That’s kinda weird for me. I’ve never experienced that. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to get hard with your husband there.😄”“If it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to rush it. Maybe for future meetings. But there’s one thing—would you be okay if we filmed it?”“You mean, our sex?”“Yes.”“No problem. I’ve done that before. Used to do it with my ex all the time.”“Then it’s settled. I’m glad I found you☺️”I really was overwhelmed with emotions. Not because of Max, but because the search was over, for now. And I’d be able to feel those things again—and share them with my husband.“I’m really glad too, Ksyusha. How about today at 6 PM?”“Yeah, sounds good. Where?”“Somewhere downtown.”“Hmm, maybe not downtown? I don’t want to run into someone I know.😄”“Don’t worry. It’s a weekday. Plus, I know a cozy two-story café. There’s only one table upstairs, so it’s private. I’ll get there early and grab it. I’ll let you know if it’s taken.”“Okay, let’s do that. See you tonight, Max☺️”“See you tonight, sunshine😉”I put the phone aside. I was smiling. My emotions were overflowing. This would be my first real date—in the sense that sex wasn’t planned. Just a meeting. There’s something special about that.At that moment, Dima stirred. I turned toward him, pressed my lips to his ear, and whispered:— Wake up, cuckold…https://onlyfans.com/ksenyadima
