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

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2)

... mouth with her finger, covered in her lover’s slimy juice.

Sherry fisted Jake’s manhood and brought its cockhead to her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and welcomed yet another stranger’s cock into it.

I remained on the edge of the bed watching them pleasure each other. I was jealous; not of Jake’s prodigious meat, but rather jealous of how well they moved together. If I hadn't known better, I would have guessed they were a happily married and sexually fulfilled couple.

Sherry was truly an expert cock sucker. She didn't just jerk off Jake’s prick with its head in her mouth. Instead, she made love to it.

After about five minutes, Sherry came up for air. She looked at me, smiled, and mouthed, “I love you.” I returned the sentiment.

I was proud to be the husband of such a beautiful and sexy woman.

Sherry pushed up and off Jake; then stood and moved to the top of the bed. She patted the pillow. “Let's get more comfortable, Jake.”

She looked at me. “It might be a good time for a break. Baby, will you get us a drink?” Clearly, she wanted me off the bed for whatever she had in mind.

I dutifully padded over to the minibar and refilled my Jack and Coke, stronger this time. Sherry’s drink was a weak Jack and 7-Up. I popped the cap off a Corona for Jake and was ready to do the same for Rob. I looked toward the couch. Rob was out for the count, snoring and with one arm dandling toward the carpet.

I walked around the bottom of the bed and ...

... handed the lovers their drinks. Sherry was semi-reclining, two pillows folded up against the padded headboard. Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly toward my princess. He was in the process of running his hand up the inside of Sherry’s silky-smooth thigh.

As I handed Sherry her drink, she raised her chin and pursed her lips. I leaned forward and kissed her pouty mouth. I wanted to linger, but I knew Sherry would want to resume her lust-making with her young stud.

I offered Jake his beer. He grabbed it with his free left hand, chugged half and handed it back. He nodded toward the table. I had become not only Jake’s pimp, but also his servant.

I retrieved my cocktail from the minibar and pulled the desk chair over for a better view.

Sherry took a ladylike sip of her beverage, placed the glass on the bedside table and grabbed a third pillow. She elevated her hips and stuffed the pillow underneath them. I knew she was presenting her pussy to Jake for him to use and abuse it.

While Jake scooted up the mattress edge, Sherry licked the tips of her left index and long fingers; then deposited the lubricating saliva to her testosterone-enhanced clit. Jake seemed spellbound, as he watched her jacking off her minipenis.

After a dozen strokes, Sherry cupped Jake’s neck and pulled his face toward her snatch. Simultaneously, she flexed her hips and knees to give him full access to her treasure. She ground the heels of her clunky black boots into the ...