Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3. - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 3.

... since.

Thankfully, his shirt stopped Sue from seeing me as I watched from the bedroom door. He was on top of her, his hands on her hands, holding her down. It gutted me to see Sue's fingers intertwined with his. The angst I felt seeing her wedding ring as he was fucking her. That became something special and totally erotic for me to see a wedding ring on a woman being fucked; we all know it's not her husband. I can't watch porn now unless the woman is wearing a wedding ring.

I didn't know what to do; I wanted to watch him until he was "on the vinegar strokes" cumming in her. I was going to take a few photos on my cell phone, but the damned thing will "flash" when it takes a photo indoors, so I switched to video. No worries about flash there; I took a couple of minutes of video as proof in case Sue denied it. I didn't know how long they'd been shagging or how long Martin could stay; it's better to get out before that happens. I thought if Sue saw me, heard me, or, in some way, sensed I was there, Sue would be mad as hell, angry with me, to cover what she was doing or what he was doing to her.

I didn't want to chance it; it was better to leave and let her enjoy what was going on. Sue has said that it was the most erotic experience she ever had, with Martin fucking her when she suspected I was probably still around. It would have been hellish in more ways than one if she knew I wasn't just in the house; I was watching her, videoing her being fucked, and recording the ...

... little whimpers she was making. I didn't want her to know I was there; her anger would have spoiled it for me and ruined it for Martin. I didn't want that, so I crept back down the stairs and left, closing the front door as I left them to it.

It was a weird feeling going back out through the front door, knowing if I closed the door, the lock would click and I wouldn't be able to get back in. But what would be the point? I knew he was fucking her; it was too late to stop that, even if I wanted to stop it, but that's not what I wanted. It excited me knowing Martin's 8" plus heavy-duty shaft was plowing into her. I knew he would be able to satisfy Sue; her whimpering and groaning told me that. Martin was making her feel every inch of his throbbing shaft, which turned me on.

After 30 minutes or so, there was still no movement downstairs; they must have been at it for 40 minutes or so. I was starting to get worried, wondering if Martin might still be fucking her or holding her in an intimate embrace that was getting at me. I was anxious rather than jealous; I just had to get her out of his bed, out of his arms, and away from his kisses.

That's where the trouble starts; women fall in love all too easily under the embrace of a skilled lover. I'd seen it happen when Sue fell in love with Doc, but it was his cock she was in love with, for good reason. Add to that, losing her innocence to Doc changed her life and mine; we are both addicted now, but in different ways.

There ...