The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence

... touched her more. Ultimately by the time our drinks arrived, his right hand was on her left thigh.

I was pretty much out of the conversation after about fifteen minutes. By that time, I’d already chugged my first glass of Sauvignon Blanc and ordered another. As I leaned forward to take a sip, I saw that not only was Rick’s hand well underneath Sherry’s dress, but hers was clearly caressing his khaki-covered erection.

Rick looked me in the eye and smirked.

Sherry must have sensed my unease, as she announced a need to use the ladies’ room. Without missing a beat, Rick suggested he’d keep her company. They walked back the dark hallway, his arm around her waist.

Even though it seemed like they were gone for hours, in reality, it was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes. A rough gauge was my empty wine glass. Finally, Rick emerged from the darkness and just walked by and out the door.

Sherry followed within a minute or two. Not only were her otherwise pale cheeks red, but her chest above the sundress was flushed. I recognized this as the blush of an orgasm.

Sherry climbed back onto her barstool and took two pulls from her wine glass. She simply said, “I needed that.”

I wasn’t sure whether she meant the wine or the obvious climax.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me close for a kiss. She whispered, “You know I love you. Right?”

Before I could answer, she added, “This is something I need to do.”

I asked her what had happened during their ...

... absence and more specifically, if he had kissed her again. Her response was telling, “No, I kissed him.”

Sherry went on to tell me she had taken Rick past the restrooms to the darkness of the back exit corridor. She claimed she was “dripping” wet before they even rounded the corner.

I could feel my cock begin to stir. I knew I was making a wet spot on the front of my linen slacks.

She stated she had pulled his face toward hers and initiated a deep kiss, “I could taste the bourbon and sweet vermouth on his tongue. It was intoxicating. I wanted his tongue in my pussy. I wanted his big cock in my mouth. Oh, Jay, I’m so ashamed.”

Sherry described how Rick could read her mind, “You want it, don’t you?” As he spoke this, he had bent down and cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her upward. She indicated that without further thought she had locked her hands around his neck, hopped, and locked her legs around his waist.

Sherry added, “I knew it was the wrong place, but I wanted him to pull out his dick and fuck me then and there.”

I raised one eyebrow. Sherry caught on, “No, he didn’t fuck me, at least with his dick. He held me up with one hand and finger fucked me with the other. I came within seconds.”

Sherry laid her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my upper thigh. She circled my boner with her tiny fingers. She looked up and asked, “We both want this, don’t we?”

I nodded, then kissed her forehead.

Sherry pulled out a black plastic room card. “He’s in ...