Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... guys home; that would save you the taxi fare." Weeks later, he told me he wanted to test Sue's vibes; he was eager to check her out, but he wasn't sure if all the talk was just me winding him up.

I remember when he picked us up and how he rushed to open the car door for Sue. As she hopped into the back, I noticed how Martin turned the rearview mirror around so that he could check Sue out. They were eyeing each other up all the way home. Martin got the vibe he was looking for. Martin needed to figure out if Sue was up for a fuck. That's why he was keen on picking us up that night; he was intent on letting Sue know he wanted to fuck her. That look she gave him in the rear-view mirror must have blown his mind. Sue certainly wasn’t shying away from his attention.

From that moment on, Martin started to up his game. Just days later, he told me that, after dropping us off that night, he parked up in the Dog & Pheasant car park (half a mile away) and wanked himself off thinking about fucking Sue.

Martin told me, "You're a lucky guy!"!

How the hell can it be "lucky" to be impotent, unable to do anything for Sue or any woman?

Martin told me, "Sue is sexy, really sexy; more than that, she's fucking red hot.”

It’s an odd feeling when your best friend tells you he thinks your wife is “red hot” and that he’d wanked himself off thinking of fucking her. No doubt he was looking for how I would respond, knowing he needed to fuck her.

By now, Martin had the nerve to tell ...

... me things like that; he could see that as he got bolder, I was becoming more and more subdued. He wanted Sue but still wasn't sure how she would respond, and neither was I. That's why I pillow-talked her so often; it got to the point where just the mention of his name made her stroke herself. She couldn't get enough of it. I'd tell her Martin was wanking himself off all the time, thinking of her.

Between knowing that and frigging me, it must have been intense for her. When a woman is frigging herself thinking about a man, she wants him badly.

Back at the pub, Martin could see that what he was telling me wasn't causing me a problem—quite the opposite. He couldn't even talk about Sue without it showing in his pants, making sure I noticed. He would be 80% erect, and I’d be soft, not that much bigger than Sue's clitoral area. Martin was by now bossing me; the trouble was, I was liking it, wondering what Sue would look like sucking his dick.

Talking about Sue was turning him on; he was constantly telling me how size matters—why bother? He knew about my problem, but he still wanted to intimidate me. He knew if he could get his hands on Sue, she'd be impressed with what he had. Martin knew his 8” plus would laugh at what I had; no doubt that excited him; all he needed to do was show it to Sue. A well-proportioned cock is erotic; his bell end has a pronounced ridge; that's what women like to feel on the backstroke.

It was as though we were playing a game, a game where my ...