Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... month later.

I wonder how I'd have reacted if I'd known why her cunt was "soaking wet" and dripping on me. I could feel her pushing something out; it was all over my bell end. I thought I’d got her excited, frigging her, only to find the next morning that her cunt was still full of his cum! Mine hadn't even gotten past her lips; she'd wiped mine off anyway. Looking back, that was naughty—very naughty, but nice.

Anyway, back to Friday, days after Sue was play-raped on the stairs.

I saw her running up Leigh Road. I knew where she was going and what she was going for. To be fucked, why else would she be running? I didn't know what to do; I wanted Martin to fuck her. I thought this must be his plan to get her into his bed. Martin hadn't even hinted that he'd had her already. Maybe he thought I'd pull her back at the last moment; he didn't want that to happen.

Martin was desperate to fuck her, Sue was desperate to be fucked, and I just didn't know he had already been at her. It was gut-wrenching for me to see her running to his house to give the game away. What were the chances that I'd be driving down Leigh Road at 12:55 that day to see my wife running to his house? Women don't run, but Sue was running. Sue was lucky that it was me finishing work early and not Elaine; that would have been a catfight.

When I caught up with her, I could see on her face that she was flustered. The last thing she expected was to see me heading home early from work; that ...

... "coincidence" must have been written in the stars! A minute earlier or later, I wouldn't have seen her. But what should I do? I knew if she entered his house, she wouldn't get out without being fucked and tormented as I was. I let her go to her fate; she knew I would let her go.

I parked up just down the road, where I could see the house. It was an odd feeling sitting in the car watching the house. Less than 5 minutes had passed by before I saw Sue walk past the front bedroom window. I gave it a few minutes before I got out of the car and crossed the road. I walked down the garden path and looked through the front window. There was no one in the front room, so I went around the back of the house. There was no one in the kitchen either; both of them must be upstairs.

I went back to the front door. In their haste, the front door had been left slightly open; it hadn't locked! I gently pushed the door open and quietly stepped in—no one downstairs, but voices upstairs. I managed to quietly get upstairs without any of the stairs creaking.

I stood there for a few moments, listening to both of them talk. I couldn't quite hear what was being said. So I took a quick look into the bedroom; all I could see was his back to me and Sue's legs wrapped around him, ankles locked.

She eventually told how Martin had practically ripped her clothes off, but he kept his blue shirt on, open, so you could see his chest, while still wearing his shirt. Blue shirts have been a trigger for Sue ever ...