Lesya — The First 7 Betrayals

I sat in our living room in Sevastopol, the evening sun gilding the balcony. I was wearing that black dress Zhenya loves so much — form-fitting, with a deep neckline, underneath it a lace bra, crotchless panties, and sheer stockings. The camera on its tripod stared straight at me. I poured myself some champagne, took a sip, and hit record.

"Hey there, my sweet little cuckold Zhenya… Today I decided to give you a special present. Let's call it 'Lesya — The First 7 Betrayals.' Everything that happened before I made you my slave. You'll watch this alone, with your tiny little dick in your hand, and remember how I was already fucking around left and right back then."

I set the glass aside, slowly lifted the hem of my dress, and ran my fingers over my smooth pussy. It was already wet. I picked up a thick candle from the table and started rubbing it against my clit.

"Number one… Right after the wedding, on our first night in the hotel. You passed out after the champagne, and I stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke. Our best man, Sasha, was standing there. We didn't even say a word. He just hiked up my dress, ripped off my panties, and slid into me from behind. I gripped the railing and bit my lip so I wouldn't moan too loud. He came inside me in two minutes. I went back to the room with his cum dripping down my thighs and lay down next to you. You never even woke up."

I pushed the candle halfway inside myself and let out a soft moan.

"Number two… A month later. You were on a business trip in Moscow. I went to a club on the waterfront. Met two guys there — sailors. They took me out on their boat. I sucked one off while the other fucked me doggy-style in the pussy. Then they switched. They both finished on my face. I got home at dawn, smearing their cum across my cheeks, and masturbated in the bathroom, remembering how they called me a 'greedy little slut.'"

The third time was with my friend Marina. We were drinking wine at her place. She'd always wanted me. That night, I let her. She undressed me slowly, kissed my nipples, then got on her knees and licked my slit until I came on her tongue. Then I sat on her face and made her lick my asshole. She was trembling, begging for more. We came on each other almost until morning.

I pulled the candle out, licked it clean, and grabbed the champagne bottle off the table. The neck slid into me easily. I started lowering myself onto it slowly, staring into the camera.

"Number four… Your business partner, Viktor. Remember that dinner at his place? While you were smoking on the balcony, I blew him in his study. He held me by the hair and fucked my throat. I nearly choked, but I swallowed every drop. Came back to the table with red lips and told you I'd gone to fix my makeup."

The fifth time — in the elevator of our building. The neighbor from upstairs, that big guy with the tattoos. We got stuck between floors. He just turned me to face the wall, pulled up my dress, and shoved his cock in my ass with no warm-up. I moaned into his palm while he pounded me. He came deep in my ass. I went up to our apartment, sat on the toilet, and pushed his cum out, imagining how you'd kiss me later.

"Number six… The dirtiest one. I went to a massage parlor. The masseur was young, cocky. After the regular massage, he asked if I wanted the 'special.' I spread my legs and said, 'Do whatever you want.' He fucked me with his fingers, then his cock, then shoved two fingers in my ass at the same time. I came so hard I soaked the table. He came on my tits and made me lick it all up."

I started moving the bottle faster, my breath catching.

"And number seven… A week before I told you everything and made you my cuckold. I went to a sauna with two strangers from the internet. They took turns fucking me for two hours. First my pussy, then my ass, then both at once — one in my mouth, the other in my cunt. I screamed, begged for more, let them come wherever they wanted. They covered me in cum from head to toe. I came home covered in hickeys, my panties soaked with strangers' cum. I lay down next to you and thought about how soon I'd tell you the truth."

I leaned back, the bottle deep inside me, my fingers furiously rubbing my clit.

"That's who we were, my beloved cuckold… Now you know everything. I'm coming… for you…"

My body arched, the orgasm crashing through me in a powerful wave. I moaned loudly, staring straight into the camera, and slowly pulled the bottle out. My wetness glistened on it.

"I'll be waiting at home, Zhenya. Bring me some champagne… and get ready to lick me clean."