Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... wife was the prize. The thought of Martin seducing and then fucking Sue was intense. The understanding was that he wouldn’t fuck her behind my back, but fucking her behind her back was on his menu. No matter what concerns I had, they were overwhelmed by the thought of Martin fucking Sue; it was intoxicating. I just had to trust him. I was in too deep, but it wasn't long before Martin was in deeper than I’d ever been.

The "shock and awe" came the following Friday afternoon when I caught Sue running to his house. It turns out that both of them were going behind my back. I'd no idea that Martin had been calling around, paying Sue daytime visits while I was at work, kissing her, frigging her, or that she's been giving him blow jobs or wanking him off for the last couple of weeks. Or that he had already "taken" her; he'd had enough of Sue wanking him off; he'd made his mind up; he was going to have her.

When Sue opened the door, he pushed her onto the stairs. He pulled her tights and pants down to her ankles, stepping between her legs. Sue couldn't move. Martin was having his way with her, kissing her and telling her, "You're mine now; I'll fuck you when I feel like it." Sue didn't struggle much, just enough to excite him.

Weeks later, Martin told me it started with Sue saying, "Don't...Stop... Don't... Stop... as he slid into her "soaking wet" cunt. He said once he got into a rhythm, her tune changed to "Don't Stop, Don't Stop!" A bad girl, hey, bad enough to let him ...

... shoot his load into her, even though she wasn't on the pill. Martin didn't even think of pulling out; he would have been over the moon if he'd made her pregnant.

Sue kept that event a secret, as did Martin; he hadn't even hinted that things were already underway between them. Not even that he had been up her skirt regularly frigging her while she was wanking him off, or that Martin frigged her one afternoon as they sat in his car, in broad daylight, on our driveway! But that's as far as it got before Martin decided he was going to have her. Come what may, that Wednesday.

How do you think I felt, finding out days later that Martin had already fucked her on the stairs and how easily his monster slid into her because she was "soaking wet" when he fucked on the stairs? She knew he would be "visiting" that day, so she was wet waiting for him to greet her; little did she know what he had in mind for her.

Sue said nothing about this event—well, not at the time. All she did that night was get me to ejaculate on the lips of her cunt; she knew Martin's little swimmers would be hell-bent on making her pregnant. But in my state, the only way my cum could get into her cunt would be on a spoon. If she'd fallen pregnant, it wouldn't have been; it couldn't have been mine. I thought I was having a special treat, but Sue was just playing it safe, just in case Martin had knocked her up. If he had, I would have had to live with it. Maybe that made Sue think again; she went on the pill a ...