Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... known practically from day one and how I'd just gone along with it. It wasn't a secret between us; Sue wasn't cheating on me. I told him that being cuckolded had become an incredibly erotic addiction for me. Looking back, maybe I was saying all the wrong things.

By 10 pm, we were worse for wear; we'd had a couple of pints when Martin point-blank asked me, "How would you feel if I wanted to fuck Susan? Would it bother you? Would it affect our friendship?"

I told him it wouldn't offend me if he fucked Sue, but it would be Sue's decision, not mine.

Martin said, "Tell her tonight that I want to fuck her."

And that's how it went. When we went to bed that night, I told Sue what Martin had said—that Martin wanted to fuck her. Sue thought it was just pillow talk, but I remember how it sparked her up. From that point on, we were all pushing towards the inevitable. A couple of days later, I was back at the pub. Martin had called to ask if I'd be in there, so off I went. Martin got me a pint, but before it was even placed on the bar, he asked...

"Did you tell Sue?"

I acted dumb and said, "Tell her what?"

"Did you tell her that I want to fuck her?!"

He just couldn't wait for the answer. I told him that I'd mentioned it.

"What did she say?"

I told him she laughed and said she'd think about it; that tormented him, but the truth of it was, as I was telling Sue what Martin had said, her fingers were slowly stroking her white cotton pants, and it wasn't long ...

... before her wetness was starting to come through. I wasn't going to tell Martin that; he would have left his pint and headed straight to our place and fucked Sue there and then. It was obvious Martin was aroused; I was excited too, but I'd given no response where it mattered.

I felt like a 5th columnist; it was obvious Martin wanted to fuck my wife. I was encouraging him to make a play for her. I was getting desperate, wanting to see him fuck her. It's a potent addiction when you've watched your wife being fucked—that look on her face as she's getting ravaged.

I'd seen what Martin was packing, and all I could think of was that I wanted it for Sue. Martin was a step up from Doc. He was 8” semi-erect; I could only guess that if he were fully erect, he would be a full and thick 9". In better days, I was 5” or slightly less, but that was when I could get an erection. But it was the impressive girth that Martin had; it was awesome and thicker than Doc. I wasn’t jealous; I just wanted his dick for her. I remember telling Sue how huge Martin was. I don’t think she believed me, but I could see the thought of being fucked by such a monster was turning her on again. By now Martin had the "go-ahead" from us both; talking wasn’t enough; it was time for action, and he knew I wouldn’t stand in his way.

Sue's birthday was coming up, and I remember mentioning we’d be booking a meal in Bolton that night. Martin said, “If you aren’t taking the car, I could drop by later and then take you ...