The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence

... room 702. He said to come up whenever we’re ready. He wants us both.”

“Both? You mean a three-way?” I queried.

“No. He wants you to watch while he does to me anything and everything he desires. I told him I want his big dick in all my holes and that you’d be OK, no more than OK with it.”

Sherry released my cock and slid off the stool. She grabbed my hand and started to lead me toward the elevator bank. “By the way, Rick said to pick up his tab.”

Sherry tapped on the door of room 702 and without waiting, used the keycard to open the door. We were met by sunlight and what sounded like country instrumentals. I recognized a Keith Urban melody. On the way up the elevator, I had envisioned a dark room, maybe a candle or two, and Rick in a velvet smoking jacket.

What we encountered was far from it. Glass made up two sides of what was likely a studio suite. One side was filled with a California king, a padded bench at its foot. Across the room was a full-sized couch, a coffee table and two end tables. A counter held an ice bucket, multiple old-fashioned glasses and two bottles of amber-colored alcohol.

Rich rose from the couch. He had changed his clothes, now wearing sweats and a skin-tight Under Armor tee. His huge pecs and bull-like shoulders were intimidating.

Rick greeted us, shaking my hand again. He kissed Sherry, but not on the cheek like at the bar. He put one hand behind her neck and one on her ass, drawing her into a deep mouth-on-mouth kiss. Sherry ...

... made a satisfied mewing sound as if she were tasting rich chocolate cake. Her eyes were shut.

I stood there like a third wheel.

Rick finally broke the embrace and led Sherry over to the couch. As they sat, he pointed to the corner shelf and the ice bucket. “How ‘bout being a good guy and go get some ice? Take the key, so you can get back in.”

I used the keycard to get back in. There was a moment of panic when it didn’t work. Had Rick locked me out? No, it was just upside down.

The couple had wasted no time while I was down the hall. Rick was still on the couch, but Sherry was now straddling him. She was passionately kissing him, holding his face in her hands. Her sundress was riding up to her waist. His large mitts her squeezing her ass cheeks, his meaty fingers beneath her pale blue thong.

Rick saw me and broke the tongue tournament long enough to tilt his head toward the bar. “Make us all a drink.”

I poured two fingers of Dettling 1867 into each of two glasses and added an ice cube to each. Sherry wasn’t much of a hard liquor drinker, so I made her a 7 & 7 of sorts with a can of Sprite from the minibar.

I turned 180 degrees to take the couple their drinks. Rick had removed his tee and Sherry her dress. Her lacy thong remained. They interrupted their love (lust) making long enough to take the drinks. Rick took a sip and placed his glass on the end table. Sherry chugged half her cocktail and handed the glass back to me. She resumed kissing and licking but ...