I started the story with how my husband began asking questions about my ex.
But it seems he was troubled by it long before he asked.
Let me briefly tell you how I met my husband. Perhaps one day I will delve into more detail, but not now. At the time we met, my relationship with my ex, Roma, was in its final days.
I knew a friend of my future husband, named Vanya. And with this "friend," I cheated on Roma. Thus, through him, I met Dima. There was even a time when we vacationed together, rented an apartment as a group, and my future husband heard our sex with Vanya at night. I realized that probably the next questions from my husband would concern my first infidelity.
We slowly but surely continued our path at the end of which my husband would become a cuckold, and I could ***** with anyone I found attractive, even if just for one night. I only now realized that what helped me open up were not just texts with my husband on this topic, but also when he began asking these questions during sex.
We were lying down watching a movie. He was hugging me from behind. Dima began touching my butt, then slipped his hand into my panties and started caressing me. In such a situation, don't need to ask me twice; I get aroused immediately.
He took off my panties and took out his penis. A few moments later, we were having sex.
"Sunshine, please tell me how you cheated on Roma the first time," he whispered in my ear.
During sex and peak arousal, I could very easily answer these questions.
"The first time was actually then, at the apartment, when you were there too," I moaned in response.
"When we all stayed overnight?"
"Yes. You heard everything, didn't you?"
"Yes, I heard. You didn't really try to hide it. Even though you were on the second floor, it was perfectly audible downstairs."
With each of his thrusts, I got even more aroused. I had the urge to tell him everything and maybe even embellish it a bit, so he understood what kind of slut was inside me.
"Why hide it? If I'm having sex with a guy, I don't care about those around us. If I want to moan loudly, I will moan loudly!"
"Tell me how it was, please."
"We had dr*nk quite a bit, went upstairs, and I immediately knelt in front of Vanya. He quickly pulled down his pants, and his dick was in my mouth. It was so delicious. Until then, I had sucked only one dick for 4 years, and I realized this isn't for me. I want to try different ones."
"Are you telling the truth?!"
"Yes, Dima, the truth. You want this, don't you? For your woman to suck others?!"
He paused. The question had never been posed like this before. He just asked about exes, but I was curious if he wanted this in the present and future.
"I...I don't know..."
"You're unsure! Do you want to give me to another man?!"
"Maybe...I don't know...Do you want to?"
The sex was at risk of being interrupted. I was getting annoyed by his timid responses. Deep down, I hoped for a negative answer. I love Dima and didn't want him to let me go with someone else like that. But I felt he wanted it. And in such moments, I began to respect him less. I even thought that we would probably break up, especially if he wanted me to cheat on him in the future. But in the moment of arousal, the part of me that he likes woke up.
"Stop!"
"What? Why?" he asked, frightened.
"I'm saying, pull your dick out of me!"
He complied with my request, I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling, and I saw that he was scared.
"If you insist that I f*ck with another, we might break up, do you understand?!"
"Probably...I understand..."
He was infuriating me at that moment. I wanted masculine behavior, to be a woman in his arms, not thinking about the hands of other men.
"Lie on your back!" I commanded.
I didn't expect that from myself. Neither did he, but he did as told.
I immediately took the cowgirl position, only on his face.
"Lick! You want to lick me after talking about how I was fucked, I know!"
"..."
"Don't answer!"
I started rubbing myself on his face. Hard. I smeared our discharge all over his face. Dima's hands reached out to his penis, and he began to masturbate. This made me even more excited. I felt power over him, and I even liked it.
"Work your tongue harder!" I commanded.
And immediately felt him obeying. Trying to insert his tongue as deep as possible into my vagina.
I was very close to orgasm. Two more movements on his face and I moaned with pleasure. I came. At the same time, he ejaculated on his stomach.
He lay there with a wet face, sperm on his stomach, and penis in hand. His uncertain look still irritated me.
"I'm going to shower," I said quietly and left.
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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