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

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2)

... was clear Sherry was getting to him. Within minutes he began face fucking her while grabbing her hair in both fists.

He almost snarled. “That's it, Baby. Suck my cock. Yeah, milk it.”

Sherry didn't disappoint. She increased the speed of her shaft jacking and took more of Rob’s prick into her mouth. She began making satisfied mewing noises, then gagging as Rob forced in more of his rod. Her face reddened and saliva dripped from her chin.

Just when I thought she couldn't handle much more, Rob paused. He took a deep breath, held it for what seemed like ages; then grunted, “Oh G*d, I'm cumming. I'm cumming.” He bucked three or four times, depositing his young jizz into my wife's hungry mouth.

Sherry stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, and pointed to the couch. Rob flopped down like he’d just run a marathon.

Sherry didn't miss a beat. She turned toward Jake and ran her hands under his shirt, helping him raise the tee up and over his head. She smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him over to my chair. While he watched, she leaned forward and placed her other hand behind my neck. She brought her sticky lips to mine. I instinctively extended my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of her lover’s seed.

While Sherry led her lamb to the bed, I took the opportunity to refresh my drink. Out of courtesy, I popped the cap off a Corona and carried it over to Rob. His response? “Thanks, Bro. She's some kinda hot.”

As if I didn't ...

... know.

Sherry had positioned Jake diagonally on the king, face-up with his head at the edge of the lower left corner. As I watched, she shimmied out of her thong, finally kicking it off the toe of her boot.

It was pretty clear what Sherry had in mind. She straddled the mattress corner, her pussy mere inches above Jakes's face. She put her arms up and intertwined her fingers in her hair. She closed her eyes and began a writhing erotic dance to music only she could hear.

I imagined myself as Jake; looking upward and needing to lick, then eat Sherry’s beautiful pie.

Like a talented pole dancer, Sherry slowly lowered her privates onto Jakes's face, initially grinding, then humping to and fro.

I joined the duo, placing my towel down on the carpet and then kneeling behind Sherry. I didn't want to miss a single minute of my wife pleasuring Jake and Jake, her.

They didn't disappoint.

Jake tilted his chin up and extended his tongue to full length. With each rock of her pelvis, Sherry compressed her anus, taint, labia, and clit against its tip. He began making “mmmmm, mmmmm” noises, not unlike a satisfied slurper of Campbell’s clam chowder.

Sherry released her hair and leaned forward into a 69 position, her belly on Jake’s chest and her chest and small tits on his abdomen. She caught a large drop of Jake’s precum on her index finger, looked at me, and raised her eyebrows. I read her mind and was up in a flash. I obediently pursed my lips and allowed her to penetrate my ...