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Max. Part 3

I got up and went to the bathroom. I crossed paths with Dima in the hallway—he was just coming out. I gave him a haughty look and walked past in silence. My attention, my thoughts, were entirely focused on Max. Even back then, I started to be surprised by my own ability to switch gears like that. I don’t know if it’s a talent, or if maybe everyone can do it?

Let me digress a little and explain my feelings toward my husband at this stage of our relationship. I love Dima endlessly. Some people might think that after sleeping with Sasha, my attitude toward him changed—that I stopped seeing him as a man, or that I fell out of love, or lost trust because he let another man have me, and so on. But that’s not true at all. In fact, I feel like I began to love and respect him even more—strange as that may sound.

I’ll try to explain. I still had doubts before sleeping with Sasha. I was afraid it might bother Dima. It was one thing when, after the first time in the car with Misha, I just criticized the experience—I didn’t even orgasm. Honestly, Dima had no real reason to feel jealous of Misha.

But with Sasha, I actually experienced feelings I had only ever felt with my husband. And I told him that honestly. It was important for me to get a genuine reaction. Because if I had sensed, even for a moment, that his attitude toward me had changed, I would have stopped all of this immediately. Our relationship always has been—and always will be—the top priority. And if something negatively affects it, it needs to stop.

And in that moment, when he came into the room almost right after Sasha left, I could see in his eyes that he was completely fine with it. He went down on me with such hunger and desire. I was lying lazily on the bed with my legs spread, watching him. It was obvious that he was enjoying the humiliation. And since I love him, I wanted to give him even more of those emotions.

With every new insult I threw at him, he licked me with even more enthusiasm. Maybe it was just coincidence, but I really started to enjoy controlling Dima during sex. Because in life, it’s the opposite—Dima controls everything, makes all the decisions. But the moment I call him a cuckold, this responsible and reliable man turns into a submissive boy, ready to kneel before me and look into my eyes with total devotion—even when I’ve just come home from another man.

It’s like a drug. Dima enjoys being humiliated, and that makes me want to do it more and more. In the end, we both get amazing emotions from it. And most importantly—they’re sincere. When I insult him, I mean every word. I want to say those things, and he lets me. That’s our little utopia.

Now that you understand my feelings toward my husband, let’s get back to preparing for my meeting with Max. Because that day, I was especially harsh with Dima for the first time. It felt like a new phase.

While I was in the bathroom, Dima went to the bedroom and started texting me again.

Dima: “Are you nervous, sunshine?”

Me: “No. Not at all. I don’t know why, but I feel calm and confident.”

Dima: “Experience?)”

Me: “Maybe. Or maybe I just want adventure again. You’re boring.”

Dima: “Really boring? Will you please answer my question about your emotions? How are they different during sex with me and with someone else?”

It was time for me to get ready. But this texting was keeping me from taking a shower. I had a manicure appointment.

Me: “Dima, can I answer that question after I get out? Otherwise, I won’t make it in time.”

Dima: “Alright, sunshine. I’ll wait.”

I took a shower and went into the bedroom to grab my things. Dima was lying under the covers. I noticed some movement around his groin.

“Are you jerking off?” I asked with a smirk.

Dima blushed and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Just a little…” he whispered.

“Well, go ahead. Because you’re not getting anything today,” I said flatly, with no smile.

Dima didn’t answer. Like I said before, he simply can’t look me in the eye or talk to me when I act that boldly. I actually enjoyed that. A man so much bigger than me, suddenly turning into a timid, powerless creature when a small, delicate girl takes control.

“Silent?” I said condescendingly. “Then stay silent, cuckold. I’m heading out. You’ll lock the door.”

“Okay, sunshine,” came his muffled reply from under the blanket.

“Good boy. But I want you to do it naked. Understood?”

Dima didn’t respond again. I knew perfectly well that this would make him even more uncomfortable. During moments like this, he can’t even meet my eyes—and now he’d have to come out naked and walk me to the door.

I walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket off him.

“What are you hiding under here?!” I snapped. “You’ll walk me to my manicure naked. Got it?!”

Dima kept trying to avoid my gaze.

“…Got it.”

“Good cuckold!” I said.

Then, with a quick motion, I covered him with the blanket again.

“Sit there, I’ll call you!”

I was getting seriously turned on. I had this rush of power, and I didn’t want it to stop. Dima was completely under my control. It felt like I could do anything I wanted with him. And that gave me a huge thrill.

I drank some coffee, had a sandwich, got dressed quickly, and stood at the door.

“Diiima… close it,” I said mockingly.

Silence. A moment later, I heard his slow steps. Dima appeared in the hallway. Completely naked. Eyes down. His cheeks red with shame.

“Come closer.”

He walked up slowly, stopping just within arm’s reach.

“Bye, sunshine,” he mumbled.

“Uh-huh, bye. I’ll be back in two or three hours.”

I glanced at the overgrown hair above his cock.

“And by the way, shave your dick. If things don’t work out with Max tonight, I want you to fuck me.”

“…Got it.”

I stepped closer, grabbed his cock, and kissed him on the lips. I could hear his breathing get faster. He started to get hard. That feeling of absolute control over Dima filled me.

“Alright, I’m off. Wait for me. And get everything ready to shave me too. I won’t have much time after my manicure.”

“Okay.”

I turned around and walked out of the apartment, without even closing the door. It opened outward, so to shut it, he’d have to step into the hallway. Naked. That wouldn’t be very pleasant. I wanted to humiliate my cuckold as much as possible—even in the little things…

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