Sasha. The Day of the Encounter. Part 5     I slept poorly t..

Sasha. The Day of the Encounter. Part 5

I slept poorly the night before the meeting. I woke up several times and couldn’t fall back asleep for a long time. Different images flooded my mind. I imagined sex with Sasha, and my hand slipped into my panties, but I stopped myself in time. I didn’t want to cum before the meeting—I wanted to do it with him.

Besides arousal, I felt intense excitement. This couldn’t be compared to our first time. With all these emotions overwhelming me, I felt like I was truly cheating. I wanted to give myself to another man and please him in every way possible.

I tried to understand my feelings toward Dima. In our everyday life, there wasn’t a single night we slept apart, even if we argued. But now, he allowed himself to be sent to sleep on the couch. I simultaneously wanted to go to him and hug him, but at the same time, I felt aggression. I had the urge to humiliate him even more. This mess in my head was hard to explain, even to myself. But since he wanted this, I decided to give in to my aggression and desire to humiliate him. And whatever happens next, so be it.

Over the months of talking to Sasha, I had grown very attached to him. I enjoyed thinking about sex with him—even about intimate things I had only ever done for my husband. I felt like when I told Dima I wanted to lick Sasha’s ass, he didn’t believe me. But strangely enough, I really did plan to do it. Even though we had just started all this, and it was important not to go too far. But when I was aroused, I had no brakes.

I needed to go to sleep because I would need a lot of energy tomorrow. I checked one more time to see if Sasha had messaged me and then fell asleep.

I woke up at 7 a.m. I immediately looked at my phone screen and saw messages from Sasha:

“Good morning, baby. You won’t oversleep, will you?”

“Good morning, Sash. No, I definitely won’t. We’ll be getting up and getting ready soon. I think we’ll be at your place around noon.”

“Got it, redhead. I’m really looking forward to seeing you. I arranged everything at work. I’ll be able to come to the hotel room around three. The room is booked under your name, so you can check in whenever you want.”

“Understood, thanks.”

“Not at all, Ksyush😏 I want you so bad, my little slut! My dick has been hard all morning! By the way, how’s yours?”

“Oh wow, you made me blush 🙈 I want you too. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. Dima is still sleeping, apparently.”

“I want you to sit on his face.”

“It’s too early, I want to do that after you. I’m so turned on right now that if I sit on his face, I’ll cum.”

“Alright, do it afterward. But I want you to take a picture of that moment for me. Okay?”

“I’ll try ☺️.”

“You’re such an obedient little bitch!”

I liked when Sasha called me that. Usually, when some random guy says it, I get a strong negative reaction. But I already felt incredible sexual attraction to him, and for some reason, I wanted to hear those words from Sasha.

He sent another message:

“By the way, when was the last time you had sex with him?”

“About four days ago. And for the past three days, we’ve been sleeping separately. I’m getting into the right mindset.”

“Wow! I love that! It’s good that you’re not giving it to him. I want all your arousal, slut!”

“You’ll get it all 🙈 Alright, I’m going to get ready. I’ll text you when we leave 😘.”

After this conversation, I completely switched gears. I loved this state of mind. I belonged to Sasha. He called me rough names, and it turned me on even more. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like it when Dima called me that. But now, with Sasha, everything felt different.

I opened my chat with Dima and saw that he was online. That meant he was awake. I decided to text him:

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m very curious about what you’re thinking about.”

“I have a very interesting role today. I want to try a new dick and feel like a slut. His is so beautiful, so I’m only thinking about that right now.”

I liked telling the truth. I truly felt these emotions. And the more honest I was with Dima, the more I wanted to humiliate him.

“What do you feel for me right now?”

“Nothing much. You don’t interest me right now. I was just texting with Sasha. He’s waiting for me. Says he’s been hard all morning. I can’t wait to help him with that. You haven’t changed your mind, cuckold?”

“Of course not, sunshine. Are you really not craving me right now?”

“No, I’m even a little surprised myself. I feel a slight disgust toward you. How can a real man convince his woman to go on a date with another guy and even drive her there? Sasha just called me a slut in our chat, and I loved it. I want to be his slut, and today I’ll do everything he wants.”

“I understand, sunshine. I’m really happy you feel this way. And I agree with you—a real man wouldn’t send his beloved to another.”

“Exactly, so don’t be surprised by my attitude!”

He didn’t reply after that message. It’s hard to explain how such emotions can arise toward a loved one, but at that moment, I really felt disgust toward Dima. It scared me a little, but since we had decided to go all the way, there was no stopping now or trying to sort out my feelings. We’d discuss it after the meeting.

Dima hadn’t replied for a few minutes, so I sent another message:

“Why did you go silent? This is exactly how you wanted me to treat you, isn’t it? Every time we fantasized about this for the past two years, you always wanted more humiliation.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, now you’ll get it. Especially after I finally have my first orgasm with another man. It didn’t happen the first time, which was a shame, but I hope this time will be different. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, I’m ready, my love.”

“You’re really annoying me right now! I don’t know how, but I want to humiliate you. So, you’re going to love today. Get up, let’s get ready, or we’ll be late!”