Losing Control: A cuckold angst story
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If I’m honest I felt a slight tug of concern that she might be a bit too into him. It was obvious he was a superior physical specimen to me but Bea’s excitement stemmed from more than just that. I could tell she really liked this guy and I could feel the greasy tentacles of jealousy in my gut competing with the white-hot lust in my head.
My disquiet was enhanced by a change in Bea’s behaviour. Usually when she came home after a date we would play and tease each other while she told me of her adventures until eventually we couldn’t stand it and fell on each other, fucking like people possessed. This time however there was none of that. The words Bea was saying were the same as after her other dates but this time there was no sense that she was saying them to excite me. Although Bea was clearly excited about what had happened, she was simply passing on that information to me, the excitement was something for her alone. When we went to bed that night I tried to cuddle into her but she pushed me away and, for the first time in a long time, turned her back to me. That more than anything convinced me she was serious about this new guy.
I spent a long night alternating between excitement and panic at the knowledge that my wife really was going to replace me between her legs.
Bea
I saw Steve a few days later at the gym and we again went for a drink afterwards. There was a real sexual tension between us and I knew that he was going to say yes before he even said the words. I was so hot I wanted to take him home and fuck him right then but unfortunately he had other commitments and couldn’t. Instead we arranged a date for the Friday night, although how I was going to make it until then was beyond me. We celebrated by having a few more drinks and eventually Steve leaned in to kiss me. My heart was pounding as his lips touched mine and I had to stifle a moan as his tongue slipped gently into my mouth. I was delighted to discover he was a good kisser and the feelings he generated inside me shot straight to my groin. His hands were on my thighs as he kissed me and I swear my pussy was trying to climb out of my knickers to reach his strong fingers. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his crotch and was pleased to find his cock rock hard and promising to be as big as I’d imagined. The thought that in just a few days I’d have that cock all to myself almost made me swoon with desire.
Jason was waiting impatiently for me when I got home and his face was a picture when I told him that, come Friday night, he’d get his wish to be a cuckold. He was so excited he wanted to fuck me right then but my head was so full of Steve that I had no desire for Jason’s cock. I also wanted to enjoy the anticipation of being with Steve and having sex with Jason would spoil that. I could tell Jason wasn’t happy but knew I needed to run things my way and told him bluntly that he wouldn’t get to fuck me at all until Steve had finished with me. After all he wanted to be a cuckold so he’d better get used to the idea that my sex life was no longer all about him. I actually regretted this over the next few days as I was so horny I was desperate for a fuck and had to exercise great self-control not to go back on my word or bring myself off instead.
I wanted to look my best for Steve and took Friday off work to go shopping for new clothes and lingerie. I suspect I was also shopping just to occupy my mind as whenever I thought about what was going to happen that night I got an attack of butterflies in my stomach like I was a naive virgin about to be plucked for the first time. Except that, unlike a virgin, my pussy knew exactly what it was going to get and I was constantly wet between my legs.
When I got home I tried on my clothes for Jason, giving him a fashion show and letting him pick the outfit he thought was the nicest (or perhaps the sexiest?). In the end he chose a beige camisole and knickers set which meant I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra (so maybe sexiest after all…)
I let him join me in the shower and teased him by letting him lather soap all over me then, while he washed me, asking him how he felt knowing that the next pair of hands to touch me naked would not be his. His stiff cock was all the answer I needed and it was hard to know which of us was more excited. One thing I did know was who was going to be having the most fun that night; and it wasn’t going to be my husband!
After the shower we both got dressed, Jason into his normal lounging-about-the-house clothes and me into my crisp new outfit. Just the feel of the smooth silk of the camisole rubbing across my nipples had my pussy pulsating again. Eventually I was ready to go and as we still had time before Steve arrived to pick me up we sat down and had a drink together. As I gazed at my husband I could see fear growing in his eyes as the time drew near. I asked if he was sure this was what he wanted because once we had done it, it couldn’t be undone. Ever.
I didn’t want to be cruel but I had to be certain of where he stood, so I told him that if I went out our door that night I would be coming home with Steve, I would be spending the night fucking him and that I would almost certainly enjoy every moment of it. If Jason didn’t want that to happen then this was his last chance to stop it. For a second I thought he was actually going to call it off and I was seized by a moment of panic. I realized that I didn’t want to stop, that I desperately wanted to feel Steve’s cock inside me. When, despite his obvious fear, Jason said he still wanted this to happen I rewarded him with a deep kiss and then let myself relax into a feeling of delicious anticipation.
Shortly afterwards we heard a car pull into the drive. I downed the last of my drink and put my hand on Jason’s chest as he started to rise. I wasn’t ready for him to meet Steve yet and he seemed to understand when I just silently shook my head, no. I grabbed my purse and walked out the front door without a backwards glance, all the time aware of Jason’s eyes burning into my back as he watched me go. As I shut the door behind me I hesitated for a moment, torn by my last shred of wifely fidelity; then I saw Steve waiting in the car for me and put Jason, and our marriage vows, out of my mind completely.
Jason
For as long as I can remember I’d wondered what this moment would really be like. Times without number I’d wanked while imagining Bea fucking another man and without fail the fantasy had excited me beyond words. Similarly I had spent untold moments after wanking, with my cock softening, my cum cooling on my belly and my post-orgasmic mind thinking more clearly, wondering if I would actually find the reality exciting or if, instead, I would simply be consumed by jealousy. Would I sit at home alone with a throbbing cock or would I be reduced to a sobbing, regretful wreck?
For a long time after Bea left I just sat and stared at the door she had closed behind her while I tried to analyze the flood of emotions which swirled inside me. I must have sat there for half an hour while my mind switched and swayed between emotions, seemingly unable to hold on to one for more than a few seconds. Then, suddenly, I couldn’t sit still a moment more and was seized instead with a manic energy.
I started in the kitchen, cleaning and scrubbing the surfaces and cupboards. Halfway through I stripped off my clothes, dumping them in a pile on the floor. It was like my head was too full to tolerate any external sensation and somehow being nude simply felt right. Once the kitchen was clean I dusted and vacuumed the whole house. All the time my mind was screaming at me, trying to get my attention with questions about what Bea might be doing with Steve at this very moment. The physical activity helped me prevent the emotions overwhelming me and I was doing alright until I got to our bedroom.
When I saw our bed and realized with a shock that, tonight, my wife would be naked in it with another man, my resolve crumbled and I could feel a wave of jealousy sweeping up inside me. I had to run gagging for the toilet as I thought I might throw up. Fortunately I managed to control myself and once I’d recovered I went back to our room. As I did so I caught sight of myself in our full-length mirror and it was like seeing me as I really am for the first time.
Looking back at me was a slightly portly middle-aged man whose youthful muscles were fading through lack of exercise. Nestled beneath the man’s belly was a thatch of dark public hair from which poked a small, limp and rather sad looking penis. Th
e overall picture was a depressing one of a man past his prime and I was struck by how ridiculous I looked and felt a rush of self-loathing at wanting my beautiful wife to give herself to another man. My cuckold story almost ended there with me calling Bea and begging her to come home alone, but as I continued to stare at my reflection I started to think about all Bea had told me about Steve and imagined how his body would look if he stood in my place.
In place of my reflection I saw instead a tall, well-built man with strong shoulders and muscled stomach supported by a taped waist and slim legs. The pale nubbin between my legs was replaced by large dangling balls and a cock that hung, thick, weighty and proud instead. In my mind’s eye I saw my wife appear, her body naked and flushed with excitement as she stepped into the man’s embrace. As their bodies melded together and my wife turned her face to welcome the man’s lips on her own, the vision faded and I was once again looking at my own reflection.
The difference was that, where before my cock had been a limp shriveled thing, now it stood, short and slim, but nonetheless fiercely erect, from between my legs. I knew then that I truly needed to let what was going to happen, happen.
Bea
Steve and I had a great night with a light meal and lots of drinks. We went to a club and danced and indulged in a lot more kissing and fondling. I felt so aroused to be with a new man after so many years of monogamy. Each time Steve touched me it was like my skin was on fire. Towards the end of the evening Steve was kissing me and dropped his hand inside my top, rolling my nipple through the silk of my camisole. At his touch I felt a warm rush to my pussy and knew it was now or never. We left the club and on the drive home I rang Jason, told him that we were on our way and that I hoped he was ready for this, because we certainly were. It felt strange to use the couple term ‘we’ and not be referring to my husband and I.
Jason was waiting in the hall when we came in and there was an awkward moment when the two men met. It must have been strange for them both, Steve meeting the man I was married to, and Jason being confronted with the physical reality of the man who was about to fuck his wife. I wasn’t sure what to do but decided my duty lay in making sure Steve was alright so I put my arms around him and kissed him deeply. I didn’t want to make things any harder for Jason but also figured he was going to have to get used to the fact that my lover came first as he had effectively given up his sexual rights as a husband when he started us on this road. After a long and very enjoyable kiss I took Steve’s hand and led him through to the bedroom. I think Jason was a bit put out about how quickly things were moving but I was in a state of high excitement and wasn’t interested in chatting or more drinks. All I wanted was to be naked with the man who had been driving me wild all night.
We fell onto our bed and kissed and fondled each other for a while. I noticed that Jason had got a chair and was sitting at the end of the bed watching and started to feel a bit self-conscious. Steve was stroking my inner thigh and was working his way up to my cunt while he sucked on my neck, an aspect of foreplay which would normally drive me crazy, but I was getting really freaked out about performing in front of Jason. When we’d discussed this we’d concentrated exclusively on how Jason would handle seeing me with another man, it had never really occurred to me that I might be the one who had a problem with it. Although I’d enjoyed my dating experiences up to now this was the first time I’d fooled around with another man in front of my husband and it just felt weird. I was on the verge of actually calling the whole thing off when Steve’s fingers found my pussy and drove all thoughts of my husband from my mind.
Steve had the lightest touch and rather than try, like most men, to jam a finger straight up me, he gently rubbed me through the silk of my knickers before pulling them to one side and continuing to softly stroke my lips. From the moment Steve touched my pussy the whole of the Philharmonic Orchestra could have been watching and I couldn’t have cared less. I was so wet I felt like I was gushing and I couldn’t stand it another second. I wanted him to stick his fingers in me and tried to push my cunt onto his hand, but Steve teased me by moving his hand so his fingers were still just at the entrance to my pussy. He kissed me and at the same time slowly parted my pussy lips, slipping his finger deep into my wet snatch. It felt fantastic and I moaned into his mouth while pushing my hips up against his hand. Steve continued to finger me while we kissed until I broke it off and, not without some regret, moved myself off his hand.
It was time for me to see what his body was really like and I moved down until my head was by his groin. I could see the outline of his cock pushing up against his pants and I rubbed it, enjoying the feel of it twitching under my hand. Steve sat up and removed his shirt and I moved up so I could kiss his belly. He was smooth chested and had strong stomach muscles unlike Jason who was getting a bit of a tummy. While I kissed and licked his stomach I undid his trousers and pushed them down letting his cock spring free before moving down to get my first good look at my new toy. I was not disappointed with what I found. Steve had a good sized thick cock which, importantly for me, was smooth and without any big veins. He had a nice tuft of pubic hair above his cock and not much on his large balls. All in all it was a nice looking cock and I knew I was going to enjoy the ride I was about to get.
First though I wanted to indulge my love of giving head and simply had to have Steve’s cock in my mouth. I had to spread my mouth wide to fit his girth and I teased his balls while I enjoyed the spongy feel of his cock head in my mouth. Steve moaned when I started to suck him and I was enjoying getting my revenge for his earlier teasing by flicking my tongue over his cock head and making him jump. I glanced up and saw that Jason had his cock out and was playing with himself. I didn’t mind that he was watching now, in fact I felt a powerful rush that I had two men captured in such a state of arousal. Although I love Jason dearly I couldn’t help but think he looked slightly pathetic just sitting there with his dick in his hand, while I was enjoying real sex with a real flesh and blood man. I couldn’t resist teasing Jason a bit and looked him straight in the eye while I took as much of Steve’s cock into my mouth as I could and let out a deep moan around it. The look on Jason’s face was priceless and I held his eyes while I moved my mouth up and down on Steve’s cock.
All too soon Steve removed me from his cock and gently sat me up, removing the rest of my clothes and stopping to suck on each nipple as he exposed my breasts. I’d had enough of foreplay and wanted to feel Steve’s big cock inside me now. As soon as we were both naked I rolled over and pulled Steve between my legs. I love the feel and weight of a man on top of me and my cunt was drenched in anticipation of my first strange cock in more than ten years. Steve had his weight supported above me and I gripped his arms, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles under my fingers. I could feel his cock head brush against my pussy lips and wriggled to help him get lined up. His cock slipped between my lips and he slowly entered me. It’s impossible to describe the feeling when a big cock first enters you; I could feel him stretching me open deep inside and thought I might actually pass out from sheer pleasure as he slowly worked his full length into me. I had my head thrown back and could hear myself moaning as if from a long way away. Once Steve was fully inside me he stayed still and just let me adjust to his size, for the first time in ages I felt completely filled up and couldn’t stop several shudders coursing through me.
Steve started to thrust into me and I lifted my legs up to allow him to fuck me deeper. I felt what can only be described as greed for his cock; even when he was fully in me I wanted more and pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. I was running my hands over his back and arse and trying to pull more of him into me. I looked over Steve’s shoulder and saw my husband furiously stroking his little dick while looking between my legs at Steve’s fat cock thrusting into me. As I watched Jason he moaned and his face screwed up into an expression I know so well as he started to cum. Despite my own fucking I was quite impressed with the amount he shot as it was more than I had seen from him in a
long time. I shut my eyes in ecstasy for a moment as Steve changed his pace and hammered into me extra hard. When I opened them again Jason was standing there with his hand covered in cum and his cock dangling soft against his empty balls. He looked like he’d just woken from a dream and I could see he suddenly looked close to tears. He stood there for a few moments longer then turned and walked out of the room. I understood he was probably just realising that, unlike his fantasies, the reality of me being unfaithful didn’t stop just because he had cum. I felt sorry for him but there was simply no way I could have stopped fucking Steve at that moment.
Jason
My new feeling of excited anticipation stayed with me and by the time Bea got home I was truly ready to see her get fucked. My resolve was shaken somewhat when I actually met Steve as it was obvious straight away that he was a considerably better specimen of the male sex than I am. Bea meanwhile seemed to sparkle with radiance and, although I think she was trying to hide it, I could see she was very enamored with the man she had brought home. My impression was confirmed when Bea put her arms around Steve and kissed him right there in the hallway.
Although Bea had told me about her previous dates this was the first time I’d actually seen her with another man. Watching her with her head tilted back, eyes closed with pleasure and body pressed firmly against Steve as they kissed, made my stomach twist with jealousy although, I was happy to note, also made my cock twitch and stir in my pants.
I’m not sure what I expected to happen next, I guess I thought we’d all go into the lounge, have a couple of drinks and get to know each other. After all, this stranger was about to fuck my wife and I felt I should at least know a bit more about him first. I was therefore a bit blindsided when, after they broke their kiss, Bea took him by the hand and lead him straight to our bedroom. Although at the time I felt a little annoyed, in retrospect this was exactly what I’d always wanted, my wife to take charge and put her sexual needs and desires ahead of my feelings.