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

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2)

... before, but this suite included a free-standing jacuzzi in a separate alcove off the bathroom. Sherry commented, “Oh yeah, Baby.”

I just laughed. I knew she would be moaning that same phrase later in the evening.

It was five and we were back in the elevator. While I had napped, Sherry had soaked in the jacuzzi. We then shared the shower; Sherry to rinse off the bubbles and me, the grime.

We decided to dress casually. I just popped on some khakis, a long-sleeved tee and deck shoes. Sherry opted for what she called her “motorcycle mama” outfit. This boiled down to denim shorts, a faux leather bikini top, mirrored shades and Dr. Martens. Her toned belly and legs were exposed for all to see.

Instead of opting for our usual spot at the bar near the piano, we headed to a corner booth in the darker way back.

We ordered two happy hour Sauvignon Blancs and a couple flatbreads. I figured we had better get something into our stomachs to slow down the effects of a couple more rounds with the boys.

Rob and Jake entered the bar right on time. Actually, the timing couldn't have been better. The waitress had cleared out dishes and was pointing to our near-empty glasses.

I waved them over and shook hands. As is her usual, Sherry pecked each on the cheek as a greeting. I asked, “What you guys drinking?”

Sherry and I got refills. Both boys asked for Heineken skunk beers.

We all sat down in the velvety corner booth. I sat in one arm of the L and Sherry between the ...

... horny lads.

About halfway into our second glasses of wine and soon after the guys ordered their next green bottles, things started getting interesting. Jake or Rob (I couldn't remember who was who.) put his around Sherry’s shoulders. Both her arms dropped to her sides. My guess was her hands were on their upper thighs or crotches.

A half-hour into our soiree, Sherry leaned to the left, then to the right, and whispered something into their respective ears.

Jake just gulped; but Rob uttered, “Hell, yes!” Sherry had upped the ante.

Sherry took a drink of her Scheid, then excused herself to the ladies’ room. Within five minutes and likely not coincidentally, both boys had to take a leak.

The trio returned, Sherry in the middle holding each of their hands. All three had shit-eating grins on their faces.

I couldn't let the moment escape. “You guys like the restrooms here?”

Rob’s response was, “ Better than I had dreamed.”

I invited the guys to join us upstairs. They looked at each other, then Jake got it out. “The ‘Us’ thing, you know, might be a deal breaker. We're not gay or bisexual or whatever.”

I laughed and leaned forward. “I don't wanna suck your cocks or you to suck mine. I'll be there for Sherry’s safety and because I get off watching Sherry enjoy herself.”

We asked the waitress for to-go cups and settled the tab. Five minutes later, we were locking the door to the suite behind us.

I took a cue from our encounter with Rick. I broke the ice ...