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

The Beginning Of My Cuckold Existence (Ch 2)

... mattress.

Although Jake likely had never encountered a clit like Sherry’s, he seemed schooled in how to pleasure it.

I took another pull on my drink, then craned my neck for a better view.

Jake had used his left thumb and index finger to spread Sherry’s labia away from her girl-cock and vaginal entrance. His right thumb was buried in her cunt. The very tip of the right long finger was indenting her pink rosebud.

Sherry looked over at me and raised her eyebrows in a “What is he waiting for?” fashion. Jake must have had a sixth sense, as he brought his face to her snatch and began running his tongue up and down the length of her shaft. Simultaneously he pistoned his thumb in and out of love canal. He curled the last joint of his social finger, teasing open her anus.

My eyes flew up to Sherry’s. We had never engaged in anal play, whether digital or overt fucking. I expected to see shock on her face, but I was the shocked individual. Sherry’s head was tilted backward, her eyes were shut and her mouth was wide open. She was obviously enjoying this violation by a total stranger.

I looked down at Sherry’s tiny hands. Her knuckles were white, as she fisted the sheet. I intuitively knew she was already close to her first orgasm.

For another two or three minutes, Jake worked his magic on Sherry’s clit. He ran his tongue up one side of her Tootsie Roll and down the other. Then he hit the money shot, by sucking its cockhead.

Sherry exploded in ecstasy. She ...

... moaned, “Oh G*d, Jay; I'm gonna cum.” I felt honored that I was part of their love-making.

Her abs contracted, she bucked her pelvis upward and she locked her thighs onto Jake’s head. He attempted to extricate his head (and, no doubt prevent cauliflower ears), but Sherry grabbed his head with both hands, ordering him, “Don't move, too sensitive.”

I knew my wife well enough to understand this intermission would be brief. Sherry was simply not a “one-and-done” type of animal. After an initial clitoral orgasm, she’d be ready for the main course.

Sure enough, she flopped open her thighs and commanded, “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me like you mean it.”

To Jake’s credit, he didn’t mess around. He got up on his knees and with no further foreplay, plunged his cock, balls deep, into Sherry’s small quim. He leaned forward forty-five degrees with his elbows and forearms supported on the mattress.

My tiny wife got into it pretty quickly. She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled his full body weight down on her small frame. Like a contortionist, she brought her legs up around his pelvis, digging the heels of her Dr. Martens into the back of his thighs.

The overall look was of a waif holding onto a raging bull for dear life.

Jake was punishing Sherry’s cunt. She egged him on, “Harder, fuck me harder!”

She turned her head toward me and mouthed, “Thank you. Oh G*d, I’m cumming again.” Sherry’s eyes rolled up in her head and she let out a guttural growl.

I wasn't sure ...