The Art of Cuckolding - Sex Stories

The Art of Cuckolding

Mature woman teaches a young bride the art. When I was a young man, there had been circumstances or events in my life that I could not understand or explain. Things were done behind my back but if you live long enough, sooner or later the true story comes out. My name is Jack and my wife's name is Rosemarie but everyone calls her Marie. She was in her late twenties and I was in my early thirties. We had two small toddlers. It was a hot summer afternoon and we were moving into a new house in an upscale neighborhood. A mature woman who lived a few houses away, came over to us carrying a tray of glasses and a pitcher of ice tea. She welcomed us to the neighborhood and said she would have us over to her house in a few days once we were settled. They invited us to their house the following Sunday afternoon to have a couple of drinks and get to know each other. Her name was Ava and her husband's name was Sam but she always referred to him as My Sammie. They were in their early fifties with three c***dren. Two c***dren were out living on their own and their youngest was away at college so they were pretty much Empty Nesters. Like me, Sam was an engineer. A quiet man, thin and slightly shorter than his wife, Ava. Ava was very much like my wife, I would say she was an older version of my wife. She was outgoing with voluptuous curves and a very sexual way about her. When she looked at me, she made me feel like I was going to be her next meal. Her body language hinted that she was ...

... sexually available. In the first moments of meeting them, it became obvious that she was the dominate one in their relationship. She treated her husband like he was her personal servant or maybe her slave. For the entire afternoon, she sat there and gave him orders. Over time Ava told my wife that on the weekends, Sam did the house cleaning, shopping and cooked the meals. Whenever she wanted, she would have him give her a full body massage and a pedicure and she always had him prepare her baths. When my wife related Ava's comments about her husband's duties to me, I laughed. I told my wife that the guy must be a real wimp. Neither girl worked so a couple of times a week, Ava would walk over to our house and spend a couple of hours over coffee talking with my wife. We had moved several hundred miles away from f****y and friends so my wife treasured Ava's company. What I did not know was that Ava's conversations were always about marital relationships. Each time confiding more and more intimate details about their sexuality and always probing my wife for details of our intimate sexual relations. She confided to my wife, "I'll tell you something in confidence but I don't want anyone to know this, not even your husband. The first time my Sammie made love to me was the biggest disappointment of my life. I reached down and felt his little penis. It was small and short and I didn't think it would ever be able to make me pregnant. God was I wrong, he made me pregnant the first time." The ...