Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... she knew, maybe she didn't care; like all couples, they'd had their share of problems.

I'm sure Martin was testing the ground, asking for more and more details. How long Sue's affair with Doc had gone on, asking how it felt knowing Sue was being fucked, often staying overnight with Doc, and how I felt when she would tease me by calling around midnight to say she wouldn't be home until morning—Martin wanted to know everything. At first, I thought he was just curious.

Martin followed up with, "What would you do if Sue had another affair?"

I told him, "I wouldn't be pleased, especially if I didn't know about it," to which Martin said, "What do you mean by that? What would you do if you knew?"

I said, "It would depend," a non-committal comment if ever there was one.

I have to say that such a direct question unsettled me if I said "no," but he suspected differently. What message would that send him? If I said "yes," what would Martin think of me? By now I was in panic mode, and I got the feeling that he knew no matter how I answered, it would be a "yes".

I'm sure that Martin knew he had me on the back foot; he was unnerving me, and I knew he fancied his chance of making a move on Sue. Maybe that's how bold, well-endowed men soften up a cuck; it was working on me. My mind was in a spin. How could a guy that I'd known for over twenty years be so bold to ask me about such intimate details of our relationship? Was he looking for a weakness in me? I was wondering if ...

... Sue had the upper hand in our marriage.

I'm sure there's a sixth sense between wife thieves and potential cucks. I've often felt it when we were out with other couples; the way guys would look at Sue, I'd weaken just from the thought of them fucking her. Men seemed to pick up on that. Maybe the word about Sue's affair with Doc had gotten out; maybe everyone knew that Sue was up for it.

I must have passed Martin's test; it got to the point where all we talked about was Sue every time we met up, in the pub or at a Bolton Wanderers match on Saturdays. I’m sure he insisted on picking me up just to get the chance to see her for a few minutes before we went to the game. It was odd how Martin hadn't ever asked so many sexually-oriented questions before, and even odder still that he'd never even flirted with Sue in all the years we had known him. Maybe knowing Sue had already "played away"?

Add to that, knowing I was impotent made him think Sue was "ripe for the plucking," or should that be "ripe for a fucking"? It got to the point where every time we met in the pub, all he wanted to do was talk about her in increasingly intimate terms, "What sort of sex does Sue like?" and so on. You don't ask a buddy that unless you're moving in on his wife. These warm-up talks were becoming addictive for both of us; we were both getting turned on talking about my Sue.

Martin's questioning continued. One night in the pub, Martin asked, "Did you always know about Doc?"

I told him I'd ...