The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2) - Sex Stories

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2)

“Thank you for being so understanding.”

Sherry finally spoke. It had been an uncomfortable fifteen minutes, as we drove home from her sexathon at the Hyatt.

She went on to state, “I know it must have been difficult watching another man fuck your wife; particularly someone so, so virile.”

On one hand that made me feel like crap; but on the other hand, I was getting an erection from thinking about Rick’s cock. No, it wasn't Rick’s cock. It was his cock in her mouth and pussy.

“Truthfully, Baby, I was a little jealous at first; but as you got into it with Rick, I knew you needed it. I love you and I want you to be happy. I'm getting an erection from just thinking about how sexy you were.”

Sherry’s response was beyond perfect. “Pull into the parking lot at Walmart. I'm gonna suck you dry.”

The next several days were wonderful. Our daily routine hadn't changed, but somehow we just seemed closer. It was simple little things: we held hands walking in and out of Planet Fitness, the little pecks on the cheek increased and we said “I love you.” more often.

I couldn't have been happier.

Or so, I thought.

It was a Thursday morning, two weeks after our tryst with Rick. Sherry and I were back at the gym. We had finished running five miles on adjacent treadmills. I had drifted over to a rowing machine and Sherry to a stair stepper.

She was hard to miss.

The stair steppers were arranged along the primary thoroughfare from the entrance and front desk to the ...

... locker rooms. Every exerciser’s butt was at eye level for the entire membership. Some asses were more fetching than others, but Sherry’s was by far the best.

It didn't hurt that she was wearing skin-colored yoga tights and a matching sports bra. From a distance, she looked nude.

I was headed to the locker room to take a leak when I spied two young guys standing at the water cooler. They had shit-eating grins on their faces. They clearly were enjoying the view of Sherry’s butt.

I took a closer look at these two boys. They were the same dudes I had heard discussing Sherry as a sex object the month before.

I followed them into the locker room.

I took a closer look at Bevis and Butthead. Bevis was maybe twenty-five or so; his sidekick a little younger. Both were clean-cut and clone-like; each around six-two at maybe 185 pounds, essentially my size.

It was now or never.

I walked over, got their attention, and stuck my hand out. “Name’s Jay.”

Rather oddly, each immediately shook hands, “Rob” and “Jake”.

I opened up, “I've been wanting to talk with you two guys for the last couple of weeks. You know that sexy MILF on the stair stepper? She's my wife.”

I wish I had a picture of the look on their faces!

Bevis’ (Jake’s) draw dropped. “Hey, man. We didn't mean any harm.”

Butthead (Rob) perhaps should have held his thoughts. “Yeah, she's just so hot. Sorry.”

I almost laughed at their discomfort; but added, “Don't worry, no foul. She was actually ...