The Art of Cuckolding - Sex Stories

The Art of Cuckolding

... I don't know Ava." "Marie, trust me. I've been married a long time and thanks for coming with me last night. I appreciated your company and your understanding. Plus, having a beautiful young girl with me helps to attract the guys." Then Ava went on, "You know, going into a lounge by myself is very awkward. If I sit at the bar, then they think I'm a hooker so I sit at a table but then the men think that I'm waiting for someone or I got stood up." Ava continued, "The first time I did it, it took a long time before a guy approached me. The next time I did it, I brought a magazine with me. I would sit there with a drink, reading the magazine till I felt someone's eyes on me. I would look up and smile at the gentleman and he would walk over and introduce himself." Ava went on, "It was very easy and less stress full having you with me. We were just two girls out having a good time." Marie smiled, "Yeah, I guess we were. It was fun and naughty, I must admit." Ava suggested, "Maybe we should do it again next month?" I was very grateful that Ava had befriended my wife. She was always there for Marie. If my wife had to run an errand, she could depend on Ava to walk down to our house and watch the k**s. What I did not know is how much of a confident Ava made of herself. She had my wife confiding to her all of our most deepest, intimate, sexual secrets. Marie confided to Ava, "My husband is a very high strung man. I have to masturbate him once or twice a week, just to keep him calm." ...

... That was Ava's in, "Marie, when you're stroking him, that's the perfect time to tell him about how he is not doing it for you. That you need more. Tell him about men making passes at you and how aroused they make you. When you're talking to him, get a feel at what makes him climax." The following month Ava took my wife out shopping again on a Wednesday night. As usual I retired to bed and later that night I was awakened by my wife getting into bed. I was too tired to even look at the clock. She kissed me on my shoulder and I slipped back into u*********sness. I did not know it at the time but from that night on, my wife, Ava and Sam all shared a common secret, I was now a cuckold. For the next couple of years, one night a month, my wife and Ava went out shopping, always coming home very late and I never suspected a thing. My wife seemed to be maturing or maybe she was falling under the influence of Ava. She now referred to me as, my Jackie. She began using slang words like pussy and titty and referring to my erection as my little peter. It became apparent that I could no longer keep her sexually gratified. More and more she related to me how men were making passes at her or brushing up against her. While stroking me, she asked, if I would get angry if she let one of these men fuck her and I ejaculated at the thought of it. Then one day I had a contractor do some work on my house. His name was Ben and I knowingly allowed him to cuckold me. I related this event in my story, ...