After that, we had a normal life for a long time. Well, if you can call it that. He periodically returned to this topic and tried to learn more and more details about each of my sexual acts with my ex. Over time, I began to get used to it. Even sometimes I got aroused by telling the minutest details. But on the other hand, I was pissed off and angry. There were mixed emotions. Because I didn't fully understand the nature of my husband's behavior.
"Did you do it in the car?", he texted me once when I was at work.
"You're starting again? Isn't the information I already told you about the first time enough? Why do you need this?"
"You mentioned once that he had a car. So, I got curious. Was there something between you two there?"
I started to boil. Maybe he really doesn't love me? Otherwise, how to explain it? I don't want to know about his sex with his ex, it's disgusting, but he wants to know the details of such a past of mine. It genuinely irritated me, at certain moments. I wanted to tell him something so that he would not ask such questions again.
"Yes, it happened in the car."
"What happened?"
"Everything, Dima! I sucked him off while he was driving. Sometimes he took me out of town, and it was much more interesting there."
"Please tell me, my sunshine."
I just had a lunch break. And the job was not too demanding; I was working in a managerial position, so even outside of lunch, I would have found time to talk to him. It's convenient to do this in my office.
"After he took my virginity everything became much more interesting, now I could do more than just give a blowjob. The first few weeks we were constantly having sex. His penis was really big. I liked sucking it because it looked very aesthetic, but when he fucked, it was sometimes unpleasant."
"How did you cope with unpleasant sensations?"
"I couldn't cope, sometimes I endured, but very often the pain turned into a very powerful orgasm, especially if I was dr*nk. Such a strong orgasm that it darkened in my eyes. Just considering my petite build, on his penis, I probably looked like that meme where a hamster is eating a banana."
I deliberately started to write more harshly each time. I was hoping that it would stop him. And he would no longer want to know details about my past. But to my surprise, he continued to ask.
"Was his really bigger than mine?"
"Yes, really. Why should I lie to you?"
"Well, I thought when I was in Moscow, that you were very angry and could have written that to offend me."
"No, I wrote it because his was really big."
"Much bigger than mine?"
"Yes, much, Dima. Longer, I think, by three centimeters, and significantly thicker. I liked his penis more than being in a relationship with him. If everything in our relationship with him was decided only by the penis, we would not have broken up."
After this message, he paused. Probably, such a detailed story about the ex's penis surprised him. But as I understood later, it only turned him on more.
"Can you describe it?"
"I can. He had pretty large balls, and there was such a large vein at the base of his penis. When he inserted it fully, I even felt it. It was nice. And his head was beautiful. Such a correct shape. And in general, his penis was like from a picture. It's just a pity that he himself was a jerk."
"Was there sex in the car?"
"Yes, of course. He took me out of town. First, I sucked him off for a long time. And then there were two options for the situation. He would move back and lower the seat, and I sat on top. This was my favorite position with him. I could control the depth of penetration and it was wonderful, I had the most orgasms in this position. One downside, sometimes I scratched my knees. But that's not scary. The second option was he would get out of the car, open the door where I was sitting, then he would put me in a doggy style position with my face into the car, and my butt outside, and fuck me like that. Then he would cum on my ass and for some reason, wipe his sperm with my clothes. It made me angry. But he did it so often. Then he drove me all wet home, and I had to sneak in so that I wouldn't have to explain to my mom what those stains were."
"Sunshine, I'm very turned on. Thank you for telling me in such detail! Do you still have time?"
"Yes, there's still time. What else do you want to know?"
In such moments, he greatly irritated me. Besides the fear that he doesn't love me, there was a fear of stopping seeing him as a man. I loved it when a man dominated. And what kind of dominance can we talk about if the guy masturbates to my stories about sex with another.
"Did you swallow his sperm?"
"Yes, but not very often. It was tasty only when I was maximally aroused."
"Please tell about one such case."
"I need to remember, wait."
We paused so that I could find these moments in the depths of my mind.
"I remembered! It was also in the car. I drank, and we were driving around the city. I started stroking his penis, he immediately understood everything, and drove onto the bypass road, slowed down as much as possible for safety. I started sucking him. It was so nice at that moment. Good music, warm in the car, slight ************. With one hand he steered, and with the other, he slipped under my skirt and fingered me. From such actions, I swallowed his penis almost halfway, and considering his size, it's like if you would swallow completely."
I didn't just write this to him, I was testing the waters. When he would ask to stop.
"What happened next, sunshine?"
"I sucked him off for a long time. Even once came from his fingers. Then I started to jerk him off more intensively. Took it out of my mouth, and just looked at it, working with my hand. He took his fingers out of me and with that hand grabbed my head and directed it to his penis. Said he didn't want to dirty the cabin. I understood what he meant and continued to jerk off with the penis in my mouth. Didn't have to wait long, in a few minutes his penis swelled and he started cumming. It was the first time he came like that. There was so much sperm that I even had to take a gulp. I finished giving him a blowjob, but there was still a lot of sperm in my mouth. Didn't really want to swallow it all. Especially since I already took a gulp. I opened the window and spat it out.
After this message, some time passed and he wrote:
"Thank you, sunshine. I came. Is it okay that I asked you again like this?"
"It's okay, my love. I almost got used to it
"
This concluded our next conversation on this topic.
Hi there!
My name is Ksenia, and my husband’s name is Dima. We’re a couple from Ukraine, and we have a special kind of relationship — we practice the sexwife/cuckold. We enjoy sharing our experience and showing how it affects our lives.
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