Losing Control: A cuckold angst story

by E. B. Wood

  There was an added thrill this time as if I was to pass as Steve’s girlfriend I couldn’t have any evidence of being married. I made Jason remove my rings, the same ones that he had placed on my finger while I swore a vow of faithfulness to him. That vow was gone now, it disappeared the first time he allowed Steve’s cock to enter me. So it was fitting that he should kneel before me and remove my wedding rings while I promised to be utterly unfaithful to him that weekend.

  Steve arrived and I greeted him at the door with my customary kiss, aware all the while that Jason was watching me. It excited me to feel my lover’s touch and know that my husband was watching helplessly. But this time was even more intense. Steve and I would be alone for the first time like a proper couple and I could feel myself growing wet in anticipation. I kissed Steve long and hard in front of Jason to ensure that he understand how excited I was and to leave him with an image to get him through the long, lonely nights ahead.

  We broke our kiss and Steve took my bags out to his car. I gave Jason a final smile and then followed my lover out of our house. Once in the car Steve pulled me over and kissed me again, making my pussy twinge in excitement. When we separated I looked over at Jason standing in the doorway and had a sudden idea. I twisted in my seat and in front of Steve’s surprised gaze I wriggled out of my panties and got out of the car. I walked back to Jason and gave him a quick peck on the cheek while I pushed my knickers into his hand. I wanted him to realize that this was different, that this wasn’t us inviting another man into our bed for fun; that this was another man taking me away from him. The weekend wouldn’t include him, it would just be about me and Steve; alone. I wanted him to truly understand that he was about to let another man take me away from him and fuck me however he wanted. I wanted him to understand that I was prepared to be taken from him. And I wanted him to take my knickers and feel exactly how wet that made me.

  The drive to the hotel took about four hours but the time passed quickly as we were both excited to be getting away and in a chatty mood. It was a thrill to check into the hotel as a couple and walk hand in hand to our room. As soon as we got inside Steve grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I was on fire for him but wanted to enjoy the anticipation so I broke the kiss and suggested we get unpacked. While we unpacked I enjoyed sneakily watching Steve while he moved around the room. It was nice to be able to observe him and have him all to myself without Jason being around. Despite my resolve to take things slowly I was so turned on by the situation that I grabbed Steve, pushed him onto the bed and stuck my tongue down his throat while my hands fumbled to open his trousers. I quickly freed his cock and slipped down to take it in my mouth.

  Even though Jason has a small cock I still like it. It’s cute and it kept me happy enough for a number of years. But let’s be clear here - I love Steve’s cock. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels; I love the taste and the smell of it. I love it when it’s soft and swinging against his balls and I love it when it’s hard with desire for me. I love the way he feels in my mouth and in my pussy. I love his cock when it stretches me wide as it enters me and I love it when it throbs inside me as he cums. I sometimes wonder just how my husband would feel if he really understood just how in lust I am with another man’s cock?

  It didn’t take Steve long to grow hard in my mouth and I took my time sucking him, savoring the taste and the texture of his fantastic cock. Once I had him erect and ready I stood up and removed my clothes while he watched me eagerly. I stood naked in front of him as he quickly removed his own clothes then I moved forward into his arms. I felt elated to be naked and alone with my lover for the first time. Of course I knew in the back of my mind that I was still married to Jason, but that just made it all the more exciting to be alone with Steve.

  Steve was caressing me gently but I was ready for action and rolled him on top of me, reaching down and guiding him straight into me. I wish I could explain the feeling of completeness as Steve’s cock filled me. It was like his cock was the one thing my body needed to make it whole. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him as deep as possible inside me. I felt stretched and filled and contented in a way that Jason’s cock has never been able to make me feel. I didn’t want any fancy sex but just needed to have Steve fuck me hard and fast while I spread my legs wide and moved under him.

  Jason wasn’t there so he didn’t get to hear me beg Steve to fuck me as our bodies smacked together and my wet cunt sucked hungrily at his cock. He didn’t hear me yelling to Steve, telling him how good he felt inside me. He didn’t get to see how Steve made me cum, harder and longer than ever before. Harder, longer and better than any man had ever made me cum. Jason missed the best orgasm that his wife had ever had; an orgasm given to me by the man that he let take me away from him. Jason didn’t see how Steve kept fucking me after I came or how I held him deep inside me when he finally came and collapsed on me. Jason didn’t see how I kissed and caressed Steve as I felt him grow soft inside me. Jason saw none of these things because they were for Steve and me alone.

  It was pure luxury to be able to able to relax with Steve after sex. We cuddled and kissed and caressed each other in our own time. We’d planned to go out for dinner but instead decided not to waste the time we had together and opted to stay in our room. We lay naked together and talked and played until we were hungry then ordered room service and ate it naked together on the bed. I loved being free to really study Steve’s naked form and felt incredible lust for him.

  After we’d eaten I lay Steve down and kissed and nibbled every inch of his body, reveling in the feel of his toned muscles under my mouth. I took my time and licked and sucked on him from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes and enjoyed watching his cock harden and soften as I found his sensitive spots. I knew I was not fucking this man but instead making love to him and I wondered if this was what Jason was imagining all alone in our bed. Was he excited picturing me making love to another man? Was his cock hard at the thought of me in Steve’s arms? Or was he being eaten alive by jealously to imagine that I was giving myself so intimately to another man?

  I positioned myself over Steve and slowly lowered myself down on his cock. As he slid into me I was thinking of Jason and willing him to realize across the miles what I was doing. I wanted him to know that Steve’s cock was pushing inside me at that very moment. I wanted him to know that I was being unfaithful and that I loved every thrust, every moan; every touch. I hoped he was finding some relief from his hand while I rode on the cock of the man I had chosen over him for the weekend.

  I fucked Steve slowly, enjoying the feelings building inside me as he added to my pleasure by rubbing my clit. I leant forward so he could reach my tits and moved in long slow strokes up and down his cock while he sucked on my nipples. I could have gone on for ages but it was obvious that Steve was getting keen to cum so I rolled over and let him pound me fast from above. When Steve was close I told him I wanted to watch him cum and asked him to pull out and cum on me. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders to get better penetration and slammed me faster. At the last moment he withdrew and rolled up over me, my legs were still behind his shoulders and I was bent almost double underneath him. His cock was twitching above me and I reached up and grabbed it. I barely had time to stroke it before his cock exploded shooting thick streams of cum all over me. I closed my eyes by reflex and felt the hot liquid splashing over my face and neck. I opened my eyes and continued to stroke him while I watched the last drops fall from his cock head, then I leant forward to gently clean his cock with my mouth. Steve collapsed beside me and I lay there feeling his cum slowly cooling on my skin until I went to the bathroom to clean up.

  I knew it excites Jason when Steve cums and looking at myself in the mirror with splashes of his cum across my mouth, nose and cheeks, dripping down onto my tits, I couldn’t help but think how much fun he was missing out on sitting home alone. And how much fun I was having without him.

  It was late and on my return to bed Steve and I fell asleep
wrapped in each other’s arms. I awoke in the small hours to find Steve’s fingers at my cunt and rolled over so he could ride me again. It was a very pleasant half-asleep screw that ended with Steve cumming in me, and then falling back to sleep with his cock still inside me. I held him close while he slept and enjoyed his musky smell and the feel of his soft cock in my pussy. I was sad when he eventually fell out as I was still horny and had some trouble getting back to sleep.

  I thought back to the conversation I’d had with Jason before I left and wondered if he really realized how serious I was when I said I didn’t want him to fuck me anymore; that I love still him and want to be with him but that I simply have no desire for his cock at all. I certainly don’t intend to make it easy for Jason, I enjoy his frustration, I like denying him release; it excites me to know how frustrated and horny he is while I luxuriate in the attentions of another man.

  Just thinking about my husband waiting at home alone while beside me lay a man whose every touch thrilled me made my pussy pulse with renewed need. I reached down and slowly stroked Steve’s cock to hardness then, as he groaned sleepily, climbed on top and, with the utmost delicious pleasure, slowly slid myself down on his perfect cock.

  This cuckolding thing is going to be fun.

  Jason

  Perhaps Steve won’t always be in the picture but I understand now that we can never go back to our lives the way they were before and I know with certainty that, even if Steve is gone, there will always be other men for Bea in our future. Watching how Bea flaunts her pleasure in front of me has made me aware that a part, perhaps even a large part, of her excitement comes not just from fucking someone else but from the control that doing so allows her to exert over me. Her pleasure is enhanced in direct proportion to my denial. Perhaps, in breaks between lovers, I may get to enjoy her body again but I accept that instead I may only ever be an extra thrill to her extramarital enjoyment.

  Even if I’d known the true extent to which I’d be replaced between her legs I would still have started us down this path. When Bea gave me her panties and drove away with Steve for the weekend she was simply confirming what we both already knew; she was the one with all the control now.