Slutlana
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Svetlana doesn’t want to be a stay at home housewife.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cheating Cuckold Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism
Jeff spent a growing number of evenings alone as Lana’s days at Siren’s Call grew longer. He’d gotten used to eating dinner alone.
As the company geared up for the big Slutlana launch, Lana had been spending more hours at the office than at home.
The apartment felt too quiet without her. Comfort binging reruns of The Office was all he had to fill the empty space. Sometimes, her text saying she’d be “a little later than expected” was the only reminder that she still lived there.
But their hard work had paid off. Slutlana was a hit. Reviews online were glowing, customers praised its “unparalleled realism” and “attention to detail.” Units were selling faster than they could manufacture them. The launch had transformed Siren’s Call from a small player in the adult toy industry to a category leader practically overnight.
Lana’s work life balance certainly didn’t get better after launch. When she did manage to get home at a reasonable time, she had little energy for intimacy. Jeff found himself using his Slutlana production sample more and more frequently.
In post nut clarity, the thought would hit him that he was relegated to fucking a silicone replica of his wife while the real thing slept in the next room, too tired to touch him. He’d stare blankly at the wall, deflating dick still inside the toy, trying to figure out how they got here.
One of the rare evenings they’d managed to get dinner together, Lana was still focused on work. “The quarterly projections are crazy,” she said, scrolling through reports on her tablet. She’d barely touched the dinner he made. “We could triple last year’s revenue! Can you believe it?”
Jeff nodded. “That’s great, babe.” The words burned in his throat as he forced them out. “Really great.”
“The guys at work can’t stop talking about the launch.” She beamed, still scrolling. “Sean keeps making jokes about selling my pussy to strangers, and how the company owns my pussy now.” She giggled.
Jeff almost choked on his food. “What? That seems ... inappropriate.”
“Oh lighten up, it’s just office humor.” She rolled her eyes.
She took a bite and continued. “Besides, he’s right in a way. They are selling my pussy, and it’s a big hit!” She went back to her tablet.
He tried not to think about all the strangers out there fucking his wife’s pussy, or a very lifelike facsimile. But it was supposed to be his alone.
That night, he once again attempted to kick something off when they were in bed, caressing her body and moving in close to her.
“Not now mr handsy,” she swatted him away. “I need some rest, it’s been a long day.”
He rolled back over, disappointed but not surprised. He stared at the ceiling, allowing the intrusive thoughts to creep in. How had they created such a realistic replica anyway?
The next morning, Jeff sat in the kitchen with his coffee as Lana was getting ready in the bathroom. The questions in his mind had begun to consume his thoughts completely.
When she walked into the kitchen, he set down his cup.
“G’morning babe. I was hoping you’d have a minute to talk before heading out.”
“About what?” She was checking her phone, distracted.
“I started thinking about the whole casting process and all that. You didn’t really explain how exactly that all works.”
Lana glanced up at Jeff, then her eyes darted nervously around the room. “Oh, umm, nothing out of the ordinary I guess. We had a deadline and just needed to get it done quickly.”
Before Jeff could respond, she looked at her watch. “Shit, I have to get going. Love you, bye.” She pecked him on the cheek and gathered up her things to head out the door.
“Oh, okay, umm, bye.” Jeff offered as the door shut behind her.
Jeff stared at his coffee for a moment before pulling himself up to get to work too.
He replayed the moment in his head over and over through the day, completely consumed by it. The vague explanation, eyes darting around, quickly changing the subject. He imagined the worst.
He resolved to wait up for her tonight and continue the conversation, no matter how late. But to his surprise, she’d gotten home at a reasonable time for once.
Before he could even say hello she blew right past him with “Hey babe, I’m gonna grab a shower.”
“Hi,” he said to the empty room as the bedroom door clicked behind her.
He sat waiting for her to emerge for at least an hour. “How long does it take to shower?” he muttered.
When she finally emerged, Jeff physically cornered her, unwilling to let her wriggle out of the conversation again.
“What are you doing?” She pushed her arms out to assert her personal space.
“I was hoping we could finally talk about the casting process.” He followed her closely as she moved around the apartment.
She paused. “Didn’t we already talk about this?”
“No, not really. Why are you avoiding this conversation, Lana?”
“I’m not, it’s just ... it wasn’t a big deal. That’s the kind of products we make. What else do you want?”
“I want to know how it worked. How did they get a mold of you?”
Lana dodged his gaze, straightening up the already organized living room. “The company has a whole setup for that stuff. It is a sex toy company. We get molds of porn stars’ genitals all the time.”
Jeff’s jaw tightened. “You’re being really dodgy Lana! I’m asking exactly how it worked. Were you alone?”
She huffed in annoyance. “Of course I wasn’t alone, I can’t do it by myself.” She paused, studying Jeff’s expression, which remained blank. “Look, I volunteered when our model canceled last minute like I told you. Everything was already set up in the R&D room, so I just lay on a table. They didn’t need to do any hair removal since I wax, so they went right into setting up the casting equipment and applied it.”
Jeff sighed. “Okay, I don’t love that, but it doesn’t sound that bad I guess...”
She paused again, as if bracing herself. “But they did need me to be ... physically ready, for the casting.”
“What does that mean?” Jeff said, fear creeping into his voice.
“Well, they want the casting to be aroused, so they needed me to be aroused. They just asked me to play with myself a little before we got started, it’s pretty much standard operating procedure. It didn’t even take that long, laying there naked was already making me a little hot.”
“You were naked? Like fully naked? In front of your coworkers?” His voice rising as his heart rate shot through the roof.
“Of course I was naked, how do you think this works?” she said defensively.
“And you were just masturbating in front of them?” His voice grew angrier.
“It was only me and a few guys. Sean oversees product development, and a couple other guys were helping. It’s all very professional,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Why did you need to be completely naked? Why did they need to be there while you played with yourself? And what were they doing while you did that?” He shot questions at her rapid fire.
Lana crossed her arms. “Stop treating this like an interrogation. I got myself ... excited, nobody did that for me if that’s what you’re freaking out about. I did what was needed for the project.”
“You were masturbating in front of your coworkers!”
“Don’t make it sound so crude! I had to be in the right state, okay? It’s part of the process, these guys know what they’re doing. The final product speaks for itself. You certainly seemed to approve of it, didn’t you?”
“That’s not the point!” Jeff shouted.
“It is the point! We made a hit product! That takes expertise.”
Jeff paused, trying to calm himself. “Anything else I should know about, Lana?” His voice tightened.
“Well, if you have to know every detail ... I had to remain in that state while the casting set, which takes time,” she continued after a sigh. “It’s not a big deal, but I did need a little help ... maintaining that state. Sean had to make sure to keep my pussy at the same level of arousal the whole time. He just played with my nipples a little every now and then, you know how sensitive they are.”
The room seemed to spin as he processed what she was saying. “You’re telling me they not only watched, but helped you get off?”
Lana’s eyes narrowed, “For fuck’s sake, Jeff. Nobody was getting off.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s a professional environment.”
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