1. The Welcomed Dinner Guest


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    what to expect, I’d played it safe. White delicate lingerie, barely discernable made me feel feminine, together with the black stockings and suspenders I was wearing. A pair of elegant diamond earrings, gold necklace and matching bracelet completed the outfit and after quickly scrutinising my reflection, I was pleased with the result. Sufficiently classy to show I cared about my appearance, but sexy enough to make one wonder. The front door opened and Paul, closely followed by Mr Jerry Henderson entered the hallway. Now whenever I hear a name like "Jerry Henderson," it always conjures up an image of an older, portly gentleman, usually balding and gone to seed. However, in this case, I was wrong. Very wrong. In fact, I had to stop my jaw from falling open. Not that he wasn’t good looking; he was gorgeous! Not just ordinary gorgeous, but mind staggering "Hugh 'Wolverine' Jackman," gorgeous. At five foot eleven, Paul isn’t easily overlooked but compared to Jerry, he looked short. His boss was a good three inches taller and definitely broader in the shoulders. A lot broader, and although he must have been at least ten years older than Paul, he looked younger. He had a full head of hair, a chest that looked as hard as granite and a waistline that even I could be jealous of. A sharp looking, black satin shirt did it's best to hide his impressive torso, but with a body seemingly sculptured by the Greek gods, it only seemed to enhance it. After Paul did the introductions, he said ...
    he'd offered Jerry our guest room, as his boss reached out to shake hands. But instead of shaking hands, he raised it to his lips. He didn’t squeeze my hand, break my fingers or rip my arm out of its socket and I was impressed. This was a man who knew his strength. Not only was I impressed, I was also a little infatuated. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. The man exuded sex, in spades and knew how to use it. Our eyes met and a shiver of anticipation course through my body reaching my loins and caused my cunt to ache. I watched him mentally undress me and I tried suppressing the ripple of pleasure running down my spine. I failed. As if reading my thoughts, Jerry's eyes sparkled. “Enchanted, Samantha. Please don’t blame Paul for our tardiness,” he said in a teasing tone, knowing full well I wouldn't make a scene. “When we were at the hotel, it was my idea to have a drink.” I nodded my understanding. I opened my mouth to reply, but my throat dried up. “W… Why thank you, Mr Henderson,” I stammered regaining my composure. “Please, call me Sam or Sammy if you like.” His smile suddenly disappeared, and I wondered what had caused this sudden change of mood. “Samantha, I'm in your house, as your guest and therefore I see no need for formalities.” Again his thousand-watt smile sent me reeling. “So... From now on, you will call me Jerry,” he paused and then winked. “Or Sir.” His eyes laughed at his little joke and I blushed ...