The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence

... seat back and reclined it. Sherry wasted no time. She pulled out my semi-hard meat and began sucking it. She frantically bobbed her head up and down; all the time making slurping and satisfying noises. She jacked and wrung out my cock with her tiny right hand.

Within minutes I was on the brink. I warned her. Always before, Sherry had asked that I shoot on her tits or into her hand; never into her mouth. She shook her head and jacked me even harder.

I rolled my eyes and let the sensation overwhelm me. I pumped load after load into Sherry’s mouth. I could both feel and hear her swallowing my jizz.

Sherry rose from my lap and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. I pulled her into another deep kiss. As we joined our tongues, I could taste the salty-sweetness of my own cum.

The next day was uneventful. I had to go to work for a couple of hours. Sherry was volunteering at a homeless shelter downtown. We both got home around three-thirty. I figured I’d grab a beer, catch up on my email, and take a nap. Sherry had other ideas.

I should have known when she started, “I’ve been thinking.”

I had the Pabst halfway to my lips when she continued, “Would you like to hit Callahan’s again this afternoon? I feel like getting pretty and having a glass of cheap wine.”

I knew she really wanted to see Rick. Did that mean she wanted him to make another pass? I nodded, “Sure. Let me hit the shower.”

Sherry joined me in the shower. We lathered up each other in all the ...

... right places. We embraced and kissed, but controlled our passions otherwise. I couldn’t help but wonder if Sherry was fantasizing about running her hands all over Rick’s naked body.

We hit the Hyatt around 4:30 and valet-parked. The same kid from the day before opened Sherry’s door. I could tell he was ogling her snatch. When she pivoted in the passenger seat, her short sundress rode up well above mid-thigh.

Sherry looked good enough to eat. Her short blond hair was pulled back into a prairie dog tail. She had selected a royal blue sundress with white polka dots. Complimenting this were thin-soled white sandals. She gave off the vibe of an Ole Miss coed walking through the Grove on game day.

We entered the darkness of Callahan’s. It took a few seconds to accommodate the change in light level. There, sitting at the short L of the bar was Rick. He smiled and waved us over.

Rick rose from his stool and greeted us, shaking my hand and kissing Sherry on the cheek. It struck me that Rick was pretty cock sure of himself. I suppose our presence reinforced that. He pulled back the stool adjacent to his and motioned Sherry toward it. That left me sitting in the corner.

Rick was already halfway through a Manhattan. I got the eye of the bartender and ordered us two Scheids.

Rick wasted no time flirting with Sherry. He complimented her on the dress, told her how cute her little ponytail was, and even commented on her perfume. Seemingly with each comment, he moved closer and ...