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Title: “Cupa Cum: The Cuckolding Tale of a Russian Redhead”
It was just another mundane Saturday afternoon for Dmitry, the average Russian husband. He sat in the living room, flicking through channels on the TV, when his wife Sonya sauntered in. Dmitry nearly dropped the remote when he saw her; Sonya rarely dressed up these days, content in ratty sweats and a stained tee. But today, she wore a form-fitting black dress, red so lipstick, and stilt heels that made her already long legs seem endless.
“What’s the occasion?” Dmitry asked, trying to mask his curiosity with nonchalance.
Sonya smiled enigmatically. “Oh, just going out with the girls. Don’t wait up!” With that, she sashayed out, the click of her heels echoing in the sudden silence.
Dmitryéreaunned around the house, checking the usual spots for clues to his wife’s sudden glamour routine. Her makeup bag was packed to the brim, perfume bottles rolling around, used pantyhose balled up. In the bedroom, he noticed the expensive lingerie set he had gifted her last year was missing from the drawer.
“Must be quite the girls’ night,” he muttered, an unfamiliar feeling stirring in his gut. Curiosity mixed with a touch of… something more. Something dark.
Hours passed. The house grew quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Dmitry tried to keep his mind occupied, flipping the pages of a novel, but his eyes glanced at the clock every few minutes, timing his wife’s prolonged absence.
Finally, a key turned in the lock. Dmitry straightened up, setting down his book. The heavy silk of Sonya’s dress and heels clung and clicked to the floor as she made her way to the bedroom, apparently oblivious to her husband’s presence.
Now immensely curious and suspicious, Dmitry followed after her, his heart pounding. Stopping in the doorway, he barely recognized the woman before him.
Sonya sat on the edge of the bed, her long red hair disheveled, her dress unzipped and hanging loosely off her shoulders. She didn’t seem to notice her husband as she reached up and with great effort slid a large brown envelope from under the mattress.
Dmitry watched, transfixed, as Sonya tore open the envelope and removed a sheaf of pictures. Was that a handjob? No, wait! The son of a bitch went down on her!
The normally reserved Russian wife looked up, right into her husband’s eyes, and grinned. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I almost forgot, my friend Mila got us passes to this party tonight. You have to come!” she gushed excitedly.
Unsure of how to react to this sudden change in attitude, Dmitry agreed, and Sonya jumped up, happy as ever. She began to strip off her clothes, talking a mile a minute. “It’s gonna be amazing! Wine, dancing, maybe even a band, I don’t know!” She kicked off the evening dress in a tangle of heels, kicking her hair free with a fierce twist.
“Sounds fun.” Dmitry managed a strained smile, knowing now exactly what his wife had really been up to.
And there it was: proof of Sonya’s unfaithfulness. He watched slack-jawed as she casually pulled a second dress from her closet, a little black number that hugged her curves like an excited lover’s embrace. She slid it on, over her head, smoothing the material down her body. Even he had to admit the outfit looked good on her – the dress was low-cut, showing off her ample cleavage.
“Wear that one,” Dmitry said quietly.
Sonya turned, surprised by the insultingly low price tag. “What are you sugarcoating for? I know how you feel about couples that spend ridiculous amounts of money on things that are cheap and dirty in the end.” She looked uncomfortable, avoiding his probing stare. “Sure. Let’s go to this party then.”
