The Art of Cuckolding - Sex Stories

The Art of Cuckolding

... demonstration of his love." "Wow! He must love you a great deal? So you guys are what they call, swingers?" Ava repeated, "Swingers? No, not really. I'm the only woman my Sammie has ever been with and I'm the only woman he will ever be with. I could never handle my Sammie being with another woman." The younger Marie sighed, "So you can go with any man you want and he can't." Still looking straight ahead at the road Ava answered, "That's right. It's seems not fair but that's the way it is. It's a pledge that he has made and I love him all the more for all the sacrifices he makes for me. Tonight when I get home, he will be waiting for me like a little excited puppy dog. He'll be waiting to make love to me and I'll let him. He will see and taste the traces of my lover and it will add to his passion and humiliation. It's his humiliation that makes him want to do more and more for me." As the big car turned onto our street, Ava held out her pack of mints, telling Marie, "Here! Take another mint." Marie took the mint as Ava was saying, "If you're going to be home in the morning, I'll walk over for a cup of coffee? I want to hear all about Charles." The following morning Ava was at our house and as Marie was getting her a cup of coffee, she said, "Ava, there's something I've got to ask you and I want the truth. Those guys last night, did you known them? Did you set me up?" "O God, no! Why would you think that? No! I would never do that to you. Last night was the first time I ever ...

... met them. I swear. Why do you ask?" Walking back to the table and sitting down, Marie continued, "It just seemed strange. Like we walked into the place and they were there waiting for us." Taking a sip of coffee Ava replied, "On weekday nights, Monday to Thursday, that place is always crowded with traveling business men. They're away from home, they're alone, lonely and they haven't had it in a while. I've met some airline pilots there too. It's just a great place to meet guys. So how did you and Charles get along?" Marie's face got a little flush as she answered, "We got along fine." Ava pushed for more details, "So, did you go up to his room?" The younger girl replied, "No. He kept trying to get me up there but I just didn't feel comfortable." Ava shook her head, "O the poor guy. So what else happened?" "After you left, we had another drink and danced some more. Then we went for a walk outside, around the hotel and ended up sitting in his car until it was time to meet you." Ava pressed for more details, "What did you do in the car?" "We made out." "He's got a hotel room and you make out in his car? Did you, you know?" "Did he fuck me? No. I just didn't know him long enough." Ava looked at the younger woman as she said, "Honey that's the purpose of the room. You go there and you get to know him. The poor guy is probably so frustrated." Marie smiled, "No, I took care of him." Ava got a surprised look as she asked, "You took care of him, in his car, how?" For a moment Marie said ...