Under Her Cuntrol

I'm pretty sure that Ruby is Bi as she has had quite a few enticements from women that she's worked with, there must be something that she hides from me because I've noticed her watching other women, she will often ask "do you find her attractive". Add to that Ruby is the Dominant one in our relationship, she knows how to knock me out, she has absolute cuntrol over me but I'm sure that with the right woman or man she would willingly submit to them.

As for me, over the years Ruby has knocked me out of gear, much of that by teasing and tormenting me about the affair she had, an affair that put me in my place.

I sort of knew something was going on, then one afternoon I saw her running down the road (yea, really, running) to the front door of a buddy of mine, she'd hardly knocked on the door before he opened it, she went right in and by the time I'd got near to the house I saw her walking past the front bedroom window!!!

It was a STRANGE feeling, I'd had my suspicions about them for a couple of months, Maurice had been coming round to our house just too often, always when I was out, one of the neighbours told me how often he'd seen his car there. Turns out Ruby had been giving him a quick hand job behind the door, but at that point he hadn't yet put her on her back, but he had taken pleasure in leaving his cum stains on her wrap over skirt, she used to wear that when she knew he was on his way.

A wrap over skirt can quickly fall back in place if I'd have come home early. It was what she called her Trophy skirt, he used to press her against the wall while she stroked him, then when he came she would aim his cum onto her skirt.

She had the nerve to let it dry leaving his cum stains on her skirt and still be wearing it when I came home from work. I never / ever noticed it, she told me later that really turned her on, it was a RUSH for her.

Anyway, back to that fateful day, I saw her walk past his bedroom window and I saw him following her. The voltage was way too much for me, I can't say I was jealous, it wasn't that, but I was a bit angry that she never gave me a hint of what she might be getting up to.

The thing is though, anger, if that's what it was wasn't enough to make me cross the road or to bang on the door to confront them, the erotic excitement of thinking what my wife was about to do froze me.

I couldn't move, I just sat on a garden wall by the bus stop looking across at the bedroom window, I couldn't see anything but my mind was racing with thoughts of what Maurice would be doing to her.

He was my buddy, well, my best friend really, but there was an edge, a competitiveness to our relationship, I knew that any time he could get one over on me he would, but this was major league stuff, he was about to fuck my wife and I couldn't stop it happening, in fact I didn't want to stop them, I wanted him to fuck her and for her to respond to him, I wanted him to make her squeal with pleasure.

It was the better part of an hour before I saw Ruby back in the window, brushing her hair, it was then she looked past the dressing table mirror and saw me still sitting on the wall near the bus stop. The brush stopped dead and she quickly stepped away but then from the side of the window she took a quick second look.

By this time his deed and my wife had obviously been done. I started to walk towards the house and I saw Ruby rush past the window, she told me later that she panicked.

I knocked on the door and I heard Maurice say "don't open it yet" he was still getting dressed, but Ruby opened the door to ask, what are you doing here! I asked her the same, she said she was ironing a couple of shirts for Maurice (his wife was away for a couple of weeks on a course).

I went in following Ruby into the kitchen asking where Maurice was, she said he was having a shave (a close one as it turned out). By now I could hear him coming down the stairs, he looked flustered when he came into the kitchen, no wonder voices were starting to get raised.

I asked how long she'd been there, she said maybe 10 minutes, I told her I'd been sat outside for nearly an hour, she blushed but said you can't have been. I then asked her what she was doing upstairs, she said she'd been putting his shirts away, well she'd certainly been putting something stiff away.

I asked why she would be brushing her hair in his bedroom, she was starting to get angry, she'd no answer to that so she went on the attack.

Maurice was stood a couple of foot behind her watching us going at it. Ruby said what are you trying to say, I asked he if she'd bedded Maurice, she was furious, she took a step towards me, and asked is that what you're thinking!!! What else is there for me to think when you're in a guy's bedroom for almost an hour.

To be honest all I wanted her to do was to admit it, I could have coped with that, especially as I was excited and aroused by what had obviously gone on, all she needed to do was to show me the ruffled bed sheets and give me a quick hand job and I'd have calmed down and accepted it, after all I was aroused, but she couldn't see that.

I didn't get what I desperately wanted, all I got was an argument, and the argument getting hotter, Ruby was facing me down, I was weak because I was aroused, aroused by what she'd had the nerve to do, even more so that she was taking me on about it.

Years later Maurice told me that seeing her take me on so aggressively knowing that as she stood in front of me the cum that he'd just filled her with (twice) would be dripping into her panties, knowing that she must have felt the warm wetness of it.

Maurice told me that watching her defeat me, making me back off, turned him on, he wanted to fuck her there and then, all over again, if she'd known she would have humiliated me by going for it, she'd seized the day anyway, establishing her Dominance over me.

I was losing the argument, in fact I couldn't put words together.

By now she'd had time to think about it and challenged me saying if you've been outside for nearly an hour why didn't you knock the door down if you thought Maurice was going to fuck me. There was NOTHING I could say to that, why hadn't I protected her from him, why was my mind in such a spin, why was I feeling so submissive to her aggression, why was my head beginning to bow.

I didn't know what to do, or what to say, so I left, yea, I left her there, in his home, at the mercy of my rival. I went home aroused , confused and humiliated.

A couple of hours later Ruby came home and there was another row, the result was she packed her bags and left me to live at her mothers. We were separated for about 6 weeks, it was hell for me, I thought at first I'd be bringing her to her senses. As for those 6 weeks away from home she was loving it, no one to answer to, she could play with Maurice any time she wanted to. I knew they were dating as she'd been in seen his car and at a pub near Bolton.

I wasn't winning at this at all so I phoned to arrange a meeting over a coffee. I asked her to come back home, she said she would but it would have to be "on her terms". I know now that was a RUSH, a power trip for her, one that I've never recovered from, by accepting her "terms" she'd cuckolded me, I'd been subdued by her sexual Dominance.

The problem was, in her rage at me she told me that his thick 8 inch dick easily out gunned my slim 5 inches! She said I could put your dick inside a toilet roll, a real man can't! maybe she's right on that, but what a thing to say, she drilled that one into my psyche.

But, it wasn't just his size that was attracting her, it was how he was taking her. His favourite position (it became Ruby's too) was to lay her on his bed, kneel between her legs with his knees close to her ass then pull her up onto his thighs.

In this position he could easily see what he was going to do to her, but before he did he would spit on her clit and gently stroke it until it was awakened and ready to be rubbed. The spit kept her wet until he could see her cunt starting to get wet, then he'd use his fingers to collect her wetness and apply it to her clit. Ruby said he knew exactly what he was doing and how exciting it was for her...

With her legs resting on his thighs and her head resting on a pillow, she could watch what he was doing but he had the best view watching her clit respond to his touch, watching her cunt getting wet then opening ready to receive his rock hard shaft.

He would wait until she was under his influence before who started to insert his solid rod into her, teasing her ever so slowly putting just the head of it into her and then slowly taking it out, (something she learned to do to him).

Each time Maurice went a little bit deeper into her, she got wetter and wetter wanting him to sink that magnificent 8 inches as deep as it could go. Ruby said it was a feeling that she would never forget, size does matter, especially when it comes to looking at such a proud prick, but (she said) watching it enter was hypnotic, feeling it throb and twitch inside of her never failed to give her an orgasm.

She could tell he was going to come, his shaft would dive deep into her and throb like crazy as he unloaded his cum deep inside her, she would focus on the feeling his cum spurting into her, it drove her crazy reaching a climax at the same time he was exploding inside of her.

I'm glad that Ruby was on the pill at the time, but they had "pillow talked" about her coming off it, Maurice said that he would like to make her pregnant, erotic talk indeed, she did come off the pill but thankfully it was just for the last 2 weeks of her freedom.

If I'd not asked her / begged her (on her terms) to come back home he would have got her pregnant. She told me it would have turned her on to have his baby and have me know it was his, obliging me have to bring his baby up without any complaints.

Ruby said the 6 weeks that we were separated were the hottest weeks of her life, it's been my pleasure to hear most, but sadly I fear not all the details, I'm sure she keeps some things secret.

Odd how she'd become submissive to him but Dominant to me, how does that work. The "friendship" between me and Maurice changed too, he knew that I knew, he knew I couldn't do anything about it, that delighted him, we weren't competitive any more, I'd become sort of socially submissive to him, everything had changed.

Ruby came home, maybe the erotic flame was beginning to wane, or at least calm down, but the affair didn't end there, it went on quietly and secretly for over 3 years. Sometimes 2 or 3 "visits" a week, by now to our home, it was safer there and didn't raise any suspicions.

Over time it became just 2 or 3 visits a month, usually arranged over the phone, oddly enough it didn't seem like a big deal after a while for Maurice to call and tell me, if I'd picked the phone up, that he would be coming around 7 ish, his wife thought we were going out for a drink, never knowing that I was his alibi / cover story, she never knew he was fucking my wife.

It was almost as easy to cover when he stayed all night or the occasional week end, Maurice would tell his wife we were going on a fishing trip, well, he was "dipping his rod".

They were a well matched pair, at times he liked to physically overpower her, sometimes while I was in the room, one time when we started the second phase of their relationship he brought Ruby home late, they'd been on a date, sort of, to a pub near Chorley, away from curious eyes.

I had to stay home, I heard them come through the door and then it sounded like there was a bit of a scuffle, by the time I got to the hall Ruby had been pushed to the floor {I'll always remember the scene, she was wearing one of those fun fur coats), her coat was ripped open, she was laying there (pretending playfully to struggle} as he was pulling her tights and knickers down.

Maurice gave me a look as if to say "leave it" I just stood there as he pulled her tights and knickers down to her ankles, then he as he was getting his hot rod ready he stepped between her legs, there was no escape for her at that point.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and held his shaft with the other, she knew what to so, it was great seeing the glazed look in her eyes from the double G&T's that Maurice had plied her with, there was something very special, very physical about the way he took her that night.

His prick was already hard as concrete (Ruby's words not mine, she used to tell me how ihard t felt), the veins in his shaft looked massive, he didn't stay long in her mouth, maybe it was just a show for my benefit to subdue me, if it was it worked, it robbed me of ANY reaction, all I could do was watch.

He then made Ruby stand up, pushing her against the wall where she used to wank him off, but this time he stood between her legs, his prick seemed to be on auto pilot, but no doubt she was writhing enough to help him enter her.

It was MIND BLOWING for me, standing there just 3ft away from where my wife was being almost brutally fucked, she played the part, hanging her head over his shoulders.

He grabbed her thighs, lifted her up, her feet were off the ground and he was grinding and grunting into her. He eventually told me that it made him harder than he ever was at home with his wife because he was taking a married woman in front of her husband, it was a massive thrill for him to be Dominant over us both, he owned his rivals wife, he could fuck her any way he wanted to any time he wanted her, no complaints from either of us.

I told him years later that I liked to watch him fucking Ruby, he said he knew, but even if I hadn't liked it he would have made me watch!

The thing is though, I don't know who got the most out of it, Maurice by fucking Ruby, or Ruby by being his submissive plaything and at the same time being Dominant over me. She could put me on my knees by a threatening flash from her eye, I was addicted to watching them fuck. It was like I'd been reprogrammed, my appetite for penetrative sex was gone, all I would get was a hand job or a foot job and be happy with it. Ruby used to "clock me" talking sexily to me as she gave me a hand job, she used to laugh when she could bring me off in under a minute, it was like being knocked out with just one sucker punch. There was the odd "sexual special treat" Ruby used to give me, to keep me addicted to what she was doing.

One of the special treats was to push me against her "wanking wall" in the hall, she'd bring me off and catch it in her hand, then as I was on the ropes she would squash the cum in the palm of her hand then show me her fingers full of cum as she opened and closed her fingers (like scissors).

Each time she did that she would count slowly from 1 to 10, I had to look straight into her eyes knowing that when she came to a number she'd thought of she would whack my face with that spunky hand, the spunk would fly everywhere. My face would be stinging, as she said, "that's what you get for letting me Cuckold you".

Some of the "events" I've forgotten, others were seared into my mind, one of them being when we were all in bed together, a "sleep over" night.

Ruby was usually in the middle, but not always, on this occasion she was kneeling over Maurice, straddling his pranging cock, it was like heavy duty spring, Ruby would slap it and it would twang back into place.

Ruby's cunt would hover above him, maybe an inch above his cock as she rocked from side to side letting his throbbing cock occasionally touch the lips of her cunt. She then turned to me and said, get hold of it and guide it into me, that was the first time I'd touched his cock, it was ROCK HARD.

I couldn't help giving it a little squeeze, to test how hard it was, Maurice didn't seem to mind. Ruby said, hold it still while I slide down on it, she dipped his dick a couple of inches inside of her soaking wet cunt, Then she'd move off (this was the trick Maurice had learned her). I could see his shaft glistening from the juices flowing inside Ruby's cunt.

This went on for two or three minutes, I thought she was teasing him, but she told me later that it was turning her on, giving her a RUSH looking at my hand holding his dick, she liked seeing the wetness she was covering him with, glistening further and further down his shaft, with each move she went a little bit, just a little bit further down his shaft before pulling right off him again to look at her juices on him.

Finally without a word of warning she sank his full length into her giving out just a little sigh as she leaned back, her long brunette hair falling down her back.

She gave a couple of little bounces then looked straight at me and said "you'll never get a Divorce now, no matter what I do, you guided another man's dick into my cunt, I own you now". I'll never forget those words or that hard look she gave me.

This was our sex life for 3 years or so, until I got a new job and we moved away, maybe that was the best thing for us all, no one got hurt, we did have the odd link up over the years, oddly those meetings have been more frequent the last couple of years, even though we live 80 miles apart. The pillow talk never died, the flame still burns for all of us, I'm still addicted to watching him fuck her, and watching how Ruby holds onto him when he's getting fast and furious.

I guess if there's one thing to learn it's that men shouldn't let themselves get bent out of shape if their wives like to have another man "on the bench" to play with now and again.

Submission can be a VERY erotic thing, in fact it's MIND BLOWING to watch your wife being fucked, more so if the guy knows how to play, sometimes a little rough, sometimes very sweetly, sometimes in front of a husband, taking a married woman out on a date leaving hubby alone, believe me it's INCREDIBLY EROTIC!!!