The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence

Sherry and I had been married for nineteen years. We had always had a decent sex life, but each year we fucked less and less. It had gotten to the point that we only did it on special occasions: anniversaries, New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day.

Over a glass of wine, we talked about it. We agreed that we still loved each other. We additionally found each other’s bodies attractive and desirable. Sherry sheepishly suggested there simply was something missing.

We decided to bring up the issue with our respective physicians at the upcoming yearly physicals.

I ended up seeing my internist and had the usual exam and routine blood tests. According to his PA, I had the body of a thirty-year-old, plus normal PSA. My testosterone level was high-normal.

Sherry had similar good news from her gym. The “down there” exam was normal, she had a normal BMI and blood work was all normal.

Much of what we heard was not unexpected. We didn’t smoke, at most, we drank one or occasionally two glasses of wine per day and we exercised religiously. We jogged together five miles each morning. Sherry did Pilates three times a week and I hit Planet Fitness every other day.

Sherry was 5’ 2” and a toned 105#, a dirty blond with gray eyes, freckles across her nose. At 6’ 1”, I weighed in at 180. It looked like we should have been good to go.

One surprise came out of Sherry’s gyn visit. It was suggested her low libido could be helped with low-dose testosterone. In fact, Sherry had picked ...

... up her prescription of Androgel from CVS on her way home from the clinic.

I took this to be a good sign for our love life.

I didn’t see much change for three or four weeks. Gradually Sherry became more touchy-feely. A hand on the shoulder here, a peck on the cheek there. She also began dressing subtly differently. Most of the time she was now braless (not that I minded). Additionally, she began wearing almost sprayed-on yoga pants and shorts for not only our runs; but also for Pilates or even trips to the grocery.

At around six weeks, our sex life changed for the better. Sherry seemed more interested in physical contact and was now initiating lovemaking. I wasn’t sure it could get any better.

Slowly but surely, Sherry began to change. She lost all body fat except for her 32B tits. She joined Planet Fitness and now accompanied me to work out. Each session she’d burn up the stair-stepping apparatus for forty-five minutes, do fifty pushups and a hundred crunches. Her body transformed into the prototypical Instagram influencer.

Our lovemaking became more like lust-making. We began fucking all over the house: the shower, on the kitchen island, on the shag rug (no pun intended) in the den and even leaning over the Maytag on spin cycle.

Sherry’s orgasms had always been clitoris-centric. That’s not to say, she didn’t cum from G-spot stimulation or when I would rim her anus; but 75% of the time, the magic was in the clit.

As time went on, the percentage of clitoral ...