Slutlana
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
The weeks following Slutlana’s launch blurred together. Lana was rarely home before ten, often crawling into bed well after midnight too exhausted for intimacy. Jeff found himself with a new nightly routine: dinner alone, TV alone, and increasingly frequent encounters with the silicone replica of his wife.
“Sales of my pussy are amazing,” Lana announced one morning over breakfast, the first they’d shared in what felt like weeks. She scrolled through figures on her tablet, absentmindedly shoving the food on her plate into her mouth. “We’re up sixty percent over projections this quarter.”
Jeff glared at her.
“What?” she shot back at him.
“I mean, good I guess, but why do you need to phrase it that way?” he said, attempting to sound calm despite boiling over inside.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot you were so sensitive,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That’s just how we refer to it in the office.”
He focused on his plate, stabbing at his eggs with more force than necessary.
Jeff had hoped she would at least comment on the breakfast he’d woken up early to make. Poached eggs on avocado toast, fresh berries on the side, coffee brewed from beans he’d picked up from a specialty shop.
“The team is already talking about potential for a version two,” she continued, not looking up from the screen.
He set down his fork with force. “More casts? Of you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. We’re still in early discussions. But that’s not even the big news! They’ve given me a new project to lead.”
Jeff took a deep breath and braced himself. “What kind of project?”
“It’s totally new, TastyCocks. It’s a pill that makes cum taste like fun flavors!”
He nearly choked on his food. “What?”
“I know, right?” Lana laughed, setting down her tablet. “When they first pitched it, I thought it was ridiculous. Like, how would that even work?”
“It wouldn’t,” Jeff said, unable to hide his contempt for the company. “That sounds like snake oil.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” Her eyes lit up. “But to my surprise, it actually works. I’m handling all the packaging design and marketing materials.”
“Wait, what do you mean it works? How would you know that?” Jeff responded, more frantically than he’d intended.
“They said I needed to see for myself, so I tried all the flavors they’ve developed so far. Strawberry, pineapple, and banana.”
Jeff stared at her slack-jawed.
“Strawberry is my favorite!” she said excitedly.
“You tried the flavors,” he repeated slowly. “You mean ... you tried someone’s cum?”
“Yes, they don’t want someone who doesn’t believe in the product doing the marketing materials. I need to understand the product if I’m going to lead the design and marketing efforts.”
Before Jeff could respond, she stood up, handing Jeff her dirty plate. “Well, I really need to get moving, thanks for breakfast. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”
She left the room, leaving Jeff sitting at the table, her words still echoing in his head. “Did she really taste another man’s cum?” he muttered to himself.
Jeff sat stewing in his thoughts. Her tablet sat on the table where she’d left it, the screen dimmed but hadn’t locked yet.
“How long does it take to shower?” he said, glancing at the clock. “She’s been in there for fifteen minutes already.”
He was about to march in there and confront her, shower or no shower, when the tablet screen caught his eye again. He picked it up.
He browsed through their finance data, immediately spotting some common mistakes in their supply chain spend. “They’re paying for shipping containers twice every shipment, it’s amateur hour over there...” he muttered, before snapping out of work mode.
The shower was still running. “What is she doing in there?” he muttered, growing more frustrated.
He tried to distract himself, poking around in their data. But he noticed a photos folder with a date stamp the day she’d done the casting.
The first photo made his heart stop.
Lana, completely naked, lying on what looked like a medical table or workstation. Her skin was flushed pink, her nipples hard.
He swiped to the next photo. There was a man leaning over her with his mouth on her nipple.
The last one could have been any casual office party-style shot with several people smiling, gathered around Lana. Except of course his wife was laying there naked, spread eagle on a table.
His pants began to feel tight as blood rushed to his dick.
“Finding anything interesting?”
Lana’s voice from the bathroom doorway made him jump. She stood there with a towel wrapped around her torso, hair damp and clinging to her neck, looking at him with raised eyebrows. He quickly closed the tablet.
“Just curious about the finances...”
She smirked at him.
“So anyway,” his voice carefully controlled despite the still growing erection straining against his pants. “Did they give it to you in, like, sample cups or something?”
She looked at him, confused. “Huh?”
“The product. The ones you tried.”
“TastyCocks?”
“Yeah, that one...”
“Oh.” She continued drying her hair. Jeff tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept dropping lower. “No, that’s the one flaw, it’s pretty volatile once it hits the air. Flavor fades in a few seconds.”
Jeff’s mind raced with the implications.
“I had to get it right from the source.”
Jeff felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. “You jerked them off?” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying his shock.
Lana lowered the towel and moved toward him. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous honey.”
She wrapped her arms around him as her towel fell to the floor. “The point is to taste it.”
His heart sank. “Wait ... you sucked some guy’s dick?”
“Oh don’t be so crude, I sampled a product. Three of them actually, but yes I suppose it might’ve appeared that way.”
“Three?” his head continued to spin.
“I already told you, there are three flavors, Jeff, don’t you ever listen?”
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