I decided to name this new series of stories this way because this phrase is deeply symbolic for me and my husband. In the months leading up to this moment, I had dreamed of saying it to Dima. I could see how badly he wanted this, and I felt a deep satisfaction knowing I had made it happen.
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I want to explain why I was reluctant to write about this experience. Sex in the car didn’t bring me enough pleasure. I really wanted to have an orgasm with another man, but it didn’t happen. Dima got his thrill, but I didn’t quite get mine. So, I consider this an unsuccessful experience. But what mattered was that it was just the beginning.
After Dima picked me up from Misha’s car, we walked away from the parking lot and called a taxi. While we waited, we hugged and kissed like we hadn’t seen each other in years. The biggest turn-on for me wasn’t the physical pleasure—I didn’t get much of that—but the fact that I had actually cheated on my husband. That reality alone aroused me. I was now kissing Dima, and just twenty minutes ago, I had another man’s cock in my mouth.
Dima pushed his tongue so deep into my mouth that I almost gagged. Later, he told me he did it because he wanted to taste it. But as reality—and not the fantasies of horny storytellers—shows, that’s not how it works. You don’t taste another man’s cock just from a deep kiss, especially if he didn’t finish there. But in the future, I’d make sure Dima had the opportunity to experience that taste firsthand. That, however, is another story entirely.
Back to that night. Our taxi arrived, and we got into the back seat, heading home. Dima looked at me strangely, like a loyal dog. Maybe that was the moment something hardened inside me—the kind of dominance that comes out when I step into my role. I looked down on him, and he not only accepted it but wanted it.
When we reached our house, Dima got out first and, as always, offered me his hand. He’d done this a thousand times before, but now this gesture carried a different meaning. We walked hand in hand in silence, while I discreetly held up a stocking with a loose elastic band.
Once inside the apartment, we took off our coats, washed our hands, and I went straight to the bedroom while Dima stayed in the bathroom. I immediately knew he wanted me to describe everything that had happened in the car. Some people prefer face-to-face conversations, but we communicate best through texts—even when we’re in the same apartment. It allows us to express our thoughts more clearly and relive the moments later.
I lay on the bed and started touching myself. Since I hadn’t had an orgasm, I was still 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 a phrase from childhood: “If he’s not jealous, he doesn’t love you.” I don’t remember where I first heard it, but it always made sense to me.
“The jealousy disappeared the moment you shut his car door. All that’s left is arousal.”
“Where were you while it happened?”
“Not far from the parking lot, near an old abandoned building. There were trees and a stump. The streetlights didn’t reach there, so I stayed in the shadows.”
“Obedient cuckold!” I wrote with great satisfaction.
“I loved this feeling, Sunshine! I want to always be your cuckold!”
I didn’t understand why, but every message like this made me want to humiliate him even 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. There were still mental barriers I wasn’t ready to cross.
“Did you come, my love?” Dima texted.
“What do you think?”
“Please tell me!”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It was difficult. I wouldn’t have come with him. The experience was hot, 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, still wearing the dress and lingerie from my time with another man. That alone 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 just how much of a pervert he really was.
He entered the room wearing only his underwear and his still-buttoned shirt. His eyes were downcast. I noticed how hard he was, his cock straining against his briefs, a large wet spot already forming. It looked so pathetic—not exactly a turn-on. But I wanted to be fucked, and my cuckold husband was the most convenient option. It worked for me; I was home, relaxed, and Dima’s cock was just right for the job.
“Come here!” I leaned back 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 snapped.
He quickly removed both stockings and tossed them to 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, watched his head move. His eyes were closed, but whenever he opened them, he met my haughty gaze—and immediately shut them again. I could feel his discomfort. And I loved it.
I tilted my head back and used my hand to guide his movements between my legs. The pleasure was indescribable. Just an hour ago, I’d been in the exact same position—with another man between my legs. That thought turned me on even more. I wanted to talk about it all while looking Dima in the eyes, but I didn’t have the courage.
“That’s enough,” I stopped him.
I turned away, got on all fours, and said, “Fuck me!”
Hesitantly, he entered me and started moving. I pushed back against him and moaned loudly. It felt amazing. But he kept stopping every few seconds to keep from finishing too fast. I didn’t care—I wanted sex, and I wasn’t about to stop. After a few minutes, I felt him abruptly pull out, his hot cum spilling onto my back and ass. I sighed in disappointment and turned onto my side.
“Sunshine, I’m sorry,” he murmured.
I lay there in silence, then spread my legs again. He immediately understood. Without hesitation, he buried his face in my pussy and started licking. This time, I came hard.
We lay there for a while as the arousal faded, replaced by a heavy awkwardness. This was a new feeling for me. I even felt a pang of shame. Doubts started creeping in: “Was this really the right thing to do?”
Without a word, I got up and went to take a shower.
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