The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence

... particularly those near the fireplace and piano.

Sherry sat to my right, her right leg crossed over her left thigh. Within minutes, she began slowly pumping her right leg. I caught her eye and just winked. She had told me a week earlier (after two glasses of Kim Crawford) that this stimulated her clit in a clandestine fashion.

We were finishing our first glasses of Sauvignon Blanc and had ordered bar food: Sherry, the carmelized onion flatbread and I, toasted ravioli with marinara sauce.

As we began eating (with fresh glasses of Scheid), a nearby voice queried, “Are the flatbreads any good?"

I leaned forward and around Sherry to answer, “Ask her, she ordered it.”

Sherry looked at me, then the stranger. “The onions are sweet, but they do complement the Brie. You want a bite?”

Without waiting for a reply, Sherry lifted a small rectangle of flatbread up to his mouth. He bit off half and Sherry finished the rest of the piece. She licked her thumb and fingers while continuing eye contact.

Our bar mate stuck out his hand toward me, causing Sherry to lean backward a few inches. “The name’s Rick. You?”

“Sherry and Jay,” I replied.

It turned out, Rick was a salesman for the chip maker AMD. He was in town for a week, mainly meeting the tech people at Dell. He volunteered that he was staying the week, there at the Hyatt.

Rick seemed affable; however, it was clear he was attracted to Sherry. He directed much of his conversation toward her and was ...

... unequivocally undressing her with his eyes. I could tell Sherry liked the attention. She subtly rotated toward Rick, began twirling her short ponytail with her left fingers and increased the pace of her leg pumping. At times when she laughed, she leaned toward him and touched his left forearm.

The thought of her pussy getting wet gave me yet another erection.

Sherry excused herself to visit the ladies’ room. Rick sipped the last of his Manhattan and proclaimed, “Sorry Jay, but I’ve got to drain the lizard.”

I smiled and watched him disappear down the dark hall toward the restrooms.

After a few minutes (that seemed like hours), Sherry returned from the ladies’ room. Her cheeks were red and she was adjusting her top. Rick walked by and tossed a twenty onto the bar, “Hope to see you guys soon.”

“What’s going on?” I asked Sherry.

“Rick was waiting when I came out of the restroom. He pulled me around the corner and kissed me. He pulled my top up and bit my nipples. He said he was going to give me a good fucking.”

“What’d you say?” I asked incredulously.

“I didn’t say anything. I just pulled my top down and stormed out here.”

We finished our drinks and food. As we walked out to the car, Sherry held my hand. Before we could pull out of the lot, she said, “Wait. You know I love you. Right?”

Sherry leaned over and placed her left hand behind my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. With her right hand, she fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper.

I moved the driver’s ...