Under Her Cuntrol, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 2

That year-long affair you had with Doc, certainly changed you, you've become a very different woman, a bold, sexually confident woman. Almost the opposite has happened to me, you've told me often enough that I was never "vigorous" even before we started down this path, but you have made me what I am. No complaints though, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that being cuckolded by you would be as intensely erotic and intoxicating.

I guess most affairs, no, make that all affairs eventually run out of steam, it was just a matter of time before your affair with Doc became less exciting than it was in the early days. It was good while it lasted, for all of us. I just wish you hadn't binned the photos and videos Doc made when he was "coupling" with you, that was his word hey. He liked to take you out for a drink as though you were a couple then he would couple with you in the back seat of his car, at his place, or on occasion bringing you home to couple with you in our bed, often in front of me.

It turned him on when he used to take you for a drink in Bob's Smithy on Chorley Old Road, you were twenty-three he was forty-four at the time. That must have looked odd, folks would have noticed your wedding ring and thought either he was a lucky guy or they would know you weren't his wife, no doubt there was "talk" you guys were becoming "regulars" there.

I remember the first time I saw Doc, it was a Friday evening, you told me to drop you off there to meet him at 8 pm. ...

... We were there twenty minutes or so early, part of your plan no doubt to subdue me with a quick handjob in the car park behind the pub, that worked, you know how to knock me out.

When you got out of the car you told me to go home and wait for you to call. Testing me I guess, that or to make sure that I wouldn't kick off when Doc turned up. So I did drive off, but just a 1/4 mile down the road where I could see you stood in front of the pub. You have no idea what it felt like seeing him drive up in his E320, you'd mentioned he had a Merc. Or the pleasurable pain of seeing you put your arms around his neck to kiss him. I can still see how you lifted your foot off the ground, was that for his benefit or mine, or, was what he was doing to you "that good".

I'm not sure if you expected me to "go home" or if you knew I would want to see you and Doc together, but I had to see you with him, I had to see what he looked like. So I drove back to the pub, parked up (in that notoriously dark) car park, and walked into the pub. You must have been expecting that's what I would do. I'd hardly got through the door before you locked me with a wicked smile. You'd chosen a seat that faced the front door.

I don't know how I made it to the bar, seeing you sat with another guy, knowing that he had fucked you a couple of times already. Watching you flashing a thigh was making me tremble. I'm sure I lost half of my pint by the time I sat down. I wasn't sure if I should sit facing you (twenty ...