Slutlana
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
In the days leading up to Lana’s R&D session, Jeff’s thoughts became more and more consumed by it. The knot in his stomach tightened as the days ticked down. His wife’s casual dismissal anytime he tried to bring it up only served to amplify the feeling of dread that hung over his life.
The evening before R&D began, Jeff and Lana sat on opposite ends of the couch binge-watching the latest Netflix slop.
Jeff turned the TV’s volume down. “So, what exactly are you going to be doing tomorrow?” Jeff asked, trying to sound casual.
Lana shrugged without peeling her eyes off the screen. “Not entirely sure. Mostly research for now I think. They want to understand what makes my pussy...”
“Lana!” Jeff snapped.
She huffed in annoyance. “They want to understand what makes this product so special.”
“But what kind of research? How do they determine that?”
She looked at him. “I’m a designer, Jeff, I don’t know about all that science stuff, that’s for the guys in the lab coats to figure out.”
He took a breath, fighting the urge to shout. “Will they need to ... make more casts of you?”
“I doubt we’ll be doing that tomorrow. But I don’t know,” she said, glaring at him before turning the TV volume back up.
The next morning as they both got ready for work, Lana started packing a small overnight bag.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
Lana looked up. “Oh, I should have mentioned. The session might run late, and the office is closer to Jen’s place than here. I might crash there if it goes too long.”
“Jen?” The name was unfamiliar.
“She’s new in marketing. Super sweet. We’ve been grabbing lunch together.” Lana zipped the bag shut.
Jeff gulped. “I didn’t realize it was an overnight thing.”
“It probably won’t be,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Just being prepared.”
“I could pick you up if it runs late. I don’t mind.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. You shouldn’t be driving when you’re tired either.”
“It probably won’t be that late.” She set the overnight bag down and started unpacking.
“Hey, how late do you think? I was thinking I could grab us a bottle of wine tonight. The good stuff,” he said.
Lana glanced at him, smiling. “That’s sweet. But let’s save that for the weekend.”
Lana quickly finished getting ready and rushed out the door.
“Have a good day,” she said, brushing past him.
“Bye...” he said to the door as it clicked shut behind her.
At work, Jeff couldn’t focus to save his life. His mind kept wandering to what Lana might be doing. She hadn’t texted him all day.
He considered texting her to ask how it was going, but he didn’t want her to know how much this was eating at him.
At home, Jeff tried watching TV but he couldn’t even focus on that. He checked his phone obsessively. When he opened a beer, he set it down and promptly forgot about it, only to open another. He paced the living room attempting to quiet his thoughts.
The ticking of the wall clock grated on his nerves. Each tick reminded him what his wife might be doing right now for “research.”
It was after eleven when he finally heard her key in the lock. He quickly sat in a kitchen chair, trying not to look like he’d been pacing all night.
She walked in, dropping her bag by the door, and headed straight for the fridge.
“Hey,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Hi honey, I wasn’t sure if you’d still be up,” she replied, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long swig. “You didn’t need to wait up for me.”
“It’s fine ... so, how did it go?” he asked.
She took another long drink before answering. “It was fine.”
“That’s it? Just fine?”
She sighed, leaning against the counter. “What do you want me to say, Jeff? It was work.”
“I’m just curious about what you did in your R&D session. What kind of research were they doing?”
“We collected data, made comparisons, took notes. Standard stuff,” she said in a huff as her annoyance grew.
Jeff stood up, trying to keep his voice level. “That’s really vague, Lana. What kind of comparisons? What data?”
“Why does it matter? It’s just work,” she said, moving past him toward the bedroom.
He followed her. “It matters because last time just work involved you sucking off your whole company.”
Lana whipped around to face him. “Don’t be crude! It was only three guys, and it was just a product demo, which I needed for my job! We’ve been over this.”
She took a breath to calm herself. “I’m getting recognized for my contributions. Can you just be happy for me?”
Jeff stood his ground. “I want to know what happened today,” he said, crossing his arms.
She sighed, brushing past him. “I’m tired, Jeff. It’s late, I’m going to bed.”
“Goddammit Lana, answer me,” he demanded, following her.
“I told you what happened,” she replied, pulling off her blouse.
Jeff paused, noticing she was wearing lingerie he hadn’t seen before. A tiny black lace number that barely covered anything.
“Since when do you wear that to work?” he asked, gesturing at her underwear.
She glanced down. “This? I got it last week.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it at him before climbing into bed wearing only the matching panties. “Are you coming to bed or are you going to stand there all night?”
Jeff felt his frustration boiling over. “Tell me what the fuck happened today!”
She sat up. “Jesus, Jeff! Calm down.”
“I’ve had a long day, can we at least talk about it in bed? I’m tired.”
“Fine,” Jeff said, clenching his jaw.
He quickly undressed down to his boxers and climbed in bed.
“Now, what happened?” he said slowly, veins nearly popping out of his neck.
“Like I said, we did some comparisons and took some notes. That’s really all we did,” she said, as she ran her hand across his stomach.
“That’s not an answer and you know it.” His eyes drifted to her bare chest.
“Why are you so tense?” she murmured, as she caressed the front of his boxers.
“Stop. Can we just talk?” Jeff protested.
“We are talking,” she said softly in his ear.
“Lana, seriously, I want to know what...”
Her hand reached into his waistband, wrapping around his dick. “You want all the details?” her breath hot against his ear.
“Tell me what happened,” he demanded again.
“Well, they wanted to find out what makes my pussy ... Slutlana ... so special. First step was to compare it to the real deal.”
“So, the R&D team, Sean, Derek, Marcus, and a couple of new guys I hadn’t met before, decided they needed to get hands-on with my pussy ... my actual pussy, and the product, to compare.”
He froze. “Five guys? And they were touching you?”
“Just trying to assess differences, do comparisons,” she whispered in his ear as she slowly stroked him.
Jeff tried to stop himself from asking. “What comparisons?”
She pulled down his boxers, freeing his now fully erect cock. “They were seeing if they could feel any differences between Slutlana and the real thing.” She continued stroking. “They needed to probe me.”
“Probe you? With some kind of sensor?”
“Nothing like that, just fingers to start with...”
“They were fingering your pussy?” His voice cracked.
She giggled softly. “Well, it’s actually their pussy if you ask them ... but no, they were just examining me.”
She started to speak wistfully as she recounted the scene. “A couple of the guys did make me cum, but I don’t think it was on purpose.”
“You came?”
“Mmhmm,” she confirmed, “that sort of thing can happen during these sessions. Just my body reacting to the stimulation. But I have to admit, having five sets of hands on me was ... exciting”
She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. For the first time in weeks, she positioned his cock at her real pussy instead of reaching for Slutlana.
“Then they needed to do some real world comparisons, so the guys decided they had to try both. The way a customer would use it.”
“Tried both what?” he asked, fearing that he already knew.
“Slutlana, then me.” She sank down on him, engulfing him in her warm cunt. He’d almost forgotten what the real thing felt like.
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