Losing Control II

by E. B. Wood

  ‘Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck!’ I screamed muffledly around my mouthful of poor Rob’s flesh. My bite was painful enough to make him draw back and I seized the moment to push him off me. As sensitive as my cunt had suddenly become I knew that if he pushed back into me again I would scream loud enough to bring security running. Thankfully Rob understood and rolled over to lie beside me while I wrapped my arms around my head and tried to stop my wildly-beating heart breaking out of my heaving chest.

  Once I’d recovered my composure I rolled over against Rob and threw my arm across his chest. ‘That was amazing!’ I panted. ‘Thank you.’ I moved my mouth to his and we shared a long kiss until I felt my desire rising once again. I slid my hand down Rob’s chest until I encountered the satin thickness of his cock and, still kissing him; I amused myself by stroking and playing with his wonderful erection.

  Rob appeared to be enjoying my ministrations and it wasn’t long before my pussy was sending me messages that it wanted another round. I climbed on top and, reaching between my legs, gripped Rob’s cock and flicked it back and forth across my dripping lips, groaning each time it hit my still overly-sensitive clit. I smiled down at Rob, drinking in his huge black form lying back on my bed and enjoying the way he was so obviously eager to get inside me. I teased him a bit longer marvelling at how I could possibly be in a position of power over such a big guy using nothing but what lay between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself from taking advantage of the situation and, moving his cockhead so the tip just spread my cunt lips open, I teased ‘Do you want to fuck me some more?’

  ‘Uh-huh’, grunted Rob, trying to push himself into me.

  I lifted myself just enough to keep his cock at my entrance and smiled coyly. ‘Are you sure? We could just stop instead.’

  ‘I want to fuck you now.’ Rob said, trying to push up again.

  I smiled smugly feeling very pleased with myself and how in control of the situation I was. ‘I don’t know…’ I began only to be cut off as the breath was knocked out of me as Rob seized my hips and in one quick move slammed me down, impaling me on the full length of his cock. I gasped in surprise but before I could react Rob locked his arms around my waist, pulling my hips down against his, and started to slam into me hard and fast. I struggled to recover my breath under his unexpected onslaught and could do little but throw my head back and try to ride out the furious pounding I was getting. The small part of my brain that wasn’t overwhelmed with the sensation of the huge cock pounding into me realized that I’d become a bit used to how easy Jason was to tease and manipulate. I’d made the mistake of thinking all men were so easy to control and was now being taught a clear lesson in sexual domination.

  Not that I minded too much...

  Indeed once I’d managed to catch my breath and recover from the shock I was delighted to finally be on the receiving end of a proper hard fucking for the first time in years. This was no boy I could tease and play with; this was a real man who knew what he was doing and what he wanted. I’d forgotten how good it felt to just be taken hard and fast and was soon urging Rob on to greater excess. Although he continued to slam into me there was only so much force he could generate in that position and I wanted more.

  ‘Stop, stop’, I begged, pushing down on his chest. ‘I want you from behind.’

  Rob stopped and I rolled over so I was lying with my chest on the bed and my legs spread wide with my feet on the ground. Rob hopped off the bed and quickly positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and a moment later my insides were split as once again that wonderfully fat cock was jammed into me. Now Rob could really go to town and I was soon reduced to a bleating, moaning wreck, unable to do anything but spread my arms wide and hang on to the bed while he slammed into me over and over. My god, but it felt good! I groaned and writhed under his assault, my pussy screaming in tortured ecstasy from the unfamiliar hammering it was getting.

  Rob certainly had stamina and I lost track of the time until it seemed that my life had always been and would always be nothing but the fuck I was getting. My whole world became nothing more than the overwhelming sensation of the cock slamming between my legs. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore Rob’s hands tightened on my hips and his thrusts became even faster and more urgent. I lifted my head and stared with slack mouth and unfocused eyes at the closet where I knew my husband was hiding as with a final thrust Rob pushed his cock as deeply into me as it could go and with a mighty groan released what felt like a gallon of cum flooding into me.

  Rob collapsed on top of me, his bulk pushing me down into the mattress. Both of us were panting hard and fast like we’d just run a race but despite this there was no mistaking the moan that emitted clearly and unexpectedly from the wardrobe.

  ‘What the fuck?’ snapped Rob, pulling out of me and moving with surprising speed over to where the sound had come from. I watched powerless as he grasped the handle and tore the closet door open to reveal Jason standing naked and ashen faced with what could only be a thin stream of cum dripping forlornly from his chastity cage.

  I waved my hand in his general direction; too exhausted and drained to do more than just mutter vaguely, ‘My husband…’

  Jason

  Since Bea first made my fantasies come true by inviting another man into her bed I’ve seen and heard her being fucked more times than I could possibly count. I’d become accustomed to, maybe even a bit blasé about, my wife getting her sexual satisfaction from someone else. I honestly thought that after the way Steve and her carried on that I’d seen it all when it came to another guy fucking my wife.

  I was mistaken.

  Don’t get me wrong, I was definitely excited at the thought of Bea taking a new lover and felt a queasy-fascination at what it would be like for her with a black guy. There was also the extra thrill about hiding in the closet while it happened; a cliché I know but nonetheless a kind of low-key fantasy of mine anyway. So it’s not like I wasn’t keyed up with erotic anticipation and filled to exploding with cuckold angst; it was just that I didn’t really expect to see anything I hadn’t already seen before.

  And that was true. For a start...

  There’s no doubt that it was incredibly intense watching Bea with Rob, not just because of the exoticness of their different skin colours but also because of the size difference; Rob dwarfing Bea and making her look particularly petite and vulnerable underneath him. I loved how small she looked wrapped around Rob and could tell she was loving his big cock. Watching her I felt the familiar feelings of desire and humiliation fighting inside me as I was both thrilled to see her being fucked better by another man than I could do, but at the same time feeling small and worthless that I’d never be able to make her feel that way. For every pleasure I take in my wife’s infidelity there is a price to be paid in pain in my denial and exclusion. It’s this tightrope of super-intense conflicting emotions that drives my deep need to be cuckolded.

  I could tell Bea was enjoying herself but was still surprised at how quickly and how hard she came. My cock felt like iron knowing that right at that moment her cunt juices were flowing down over Rob’s cock and I squirmed in pain both from the harsh confines of my chastity cage and the knowledge that another guy was getting to experience something so pleasurable that was so often denied to me.

  It was hot to watch but even so I had seen Bea cum with Steve many times and I wasn’t expecting much other than more of the same. That all changed when Rob took control after Bea tried to tease him a bit too far. I couldn’t believe the way he simply took her and the sheer force with which he fucked her. At her wildest I’d never seen Bea fucked that hard by Steve and as I watched her bounced like a rag doll on Rob’s fat cock I was seized with a genuine concern that she might be getting hurt. I hesitated, unsure if I should leap out and put a stop to what was happening or not. I’d just decided that Bea was out of her depth and was steeling myself to jump out of the wardrobe when Bea yelled at Rob to stop. I thought she’d had enough but when she positioned herself so
Rob could fuck her from behind I realized that in reality she loved what he was doing to her.

  The greatest thrill for a cuckold is knowing the person you love is enjoying sexual satisfaction from another man that is greater than what you can give them. This might be the size of his cock, the way he gives head, the way he moves inside her or a dozen other intangible factors. Despite our cuckold and denial lifestyle Bea still tells me I’m a good fuck and I know I can make her cum when she needs to. However I know that sexually there are some things that I’ll just never be able to compete with other men on. I’ve witnessed Bea with a big cock enough to know without a doubt that bigger is better for her, and that no matter what else I may be able to change about myself, the size of my cock is not one of them.

  As I watched Rob take Bea from behind I knew that I would never be able to fuck my wife with such an extreme level of intensity and power. I wasn’t just that Rob was so much larger and stronger than me, although certainly the extra length on his cock allowed him to build up a momentum that I couldn’t have done without my dick slipping out. Physicality aside though the real reason was that it simply wasn’t in my personality to take a woman like that. Although I can take the lead in bed mostly I’m a considerate lover who puts the woman’s pleasure first and am careful not to push her boundaries too far. Making love between Bea and I is focused almost exclusively on her needs. Even her affair with Steve was at the least one of mutual consideration and equal dependence.

  Rob on the other hand was obviously fucking Bea for his own pleasure first and foremost. He was taking her as he wanted to without a thought for whether or not she wanted it that way. This approach to fucking was what scared me until I realized just how much Bea was loving it. I could see from her face that she was in a heightened state of sexual excitement unlike anything I had ever known. As Rob thrust violently into her, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she appeared totally oblivious of anything and everything except the cock inside her. Witnessing her being taken so hard and knowing she was loving fucking of a kind that I could never ever hope to replicate made my stomach lurch with the now familiar coiled serpent of envy and my cock throb with pained desire.

  I grabbed my chastity cage by the lock and wriggled it back and forth in a desperate effort to relieve myself. I was more turned on and more desperate to cum than I could ever remember being. I realized I was whimpering out loud as I frantically manipulated my caged cock. For a moment I was worried that they would hear me but Bea’s moans and the wet slapping of Rob’s cock into her pussy was loud enough to hide most other sounds. And anyway I was too far gone to stop.

  It was the look on Bea’s face as Rob came inside her that drove me over the edge. I’d never seen her look so utterly and completely lost in the sensations she was experiencing. Looking at her it was obvious the vast gap between the sex she shared with me and the fucking she was currently experiencing. My cuckold torment was even greater knowing that she was taking Rob’s load deep inside her at that very moment. As they collapsed on the bed my efforts with my cage were rewarded and my cock was suddenly pulsing and jerking as it tried spurt cum from within its tight confinement. I’d never succeeded in making myself cum when locked before and the combination of my surprise and the at least partial release it afforded made me forget myself enough to emit a long groan of relief – relief that turned to instant terror as Rob bounded off the bed and strode around to tear open the closet door.

  I’d like to say I wasn’t scared but that would be an obvious lie. However I will say in my defence that I challenge any man to be at his bravest when suddenly confronted by a very large and obviously pissed-off black man. The fact that we were both stark naked, although undoubtedly comical to an outside observer, did nothing to ease the situation for me.

  I thought for sure Rob was going to hit me and held my hands up placatingly. ‘Don’t please, I’m her husband!’

  Rob hesitated and then turned to Bea. ‘You knew he was here?’

  Bea nodded and despite the desperateness of the situation I couldn’t help noticing that she still looked more than a little punch-drunk from her fucking.

  ‘And what, you like him watching you?’

  Bea shrugged. ‘Take it or leave it.’

  Rob turned back to me. ‘So it’s you who gets off on watching your wife getting fucked, is that right?’

  Now that the imminent threat of physical violence had faded I was starting to feel quite embarrassed to be standing in front of Rob naked but for my chastity cage the presence of which did nothing to reduce the humiliation I was feeling. I searched desperately for some sort of reply that enable me to retain some semblance of self-respect but couldn’t find anything suitable. After all it would be pretty hard to come up with any other plausible reason for my presence. ‘Er…yes,’ I finally stammered hopelessly.

  For a long moment Rob just stared at me and then to my surprise a wide grin split his face, followed quickly after by bellowing laughter. If anything I felt even more mortified by his laughter than his anger. It appeared that I was no longer even worth his ire. In response I felt my own anger rising. ‘I don’t think this is funny!’ I snapped.

  My outburst didn’t seem to affect Rob’s mood at all and as his laughter faded he still wore an expression of amusement. ‘Ah shit man, you think you’re the first white boy to come here whose wife wants to enjoy a bit of local cock?’ He shook his head. ‘My mates have told me about things like this where they get asked to screw some tourist while her husband beats off in the corner. Can’t say I ever thought it would happen to me.’

  ‘You’re not mad?’ asked Bea from the bed.

  ‘Nah, why should I be? I got my end away.’ He looked serious again. ‘You should have been honest with me though. No one likes to be treated like a bit of meat.’

  ‘You’re right,’ said Bea. ‘Sorry about that. I guess we should have been more open.’

  ‘Don’t sweat it,’ said Rob walking back to the bed and starting to dress. ‘I had fun anyway.’

  ‘Me too,’ smiled Bea. ‘Lots of it.’

  I was tempted to put in my vote for a good time as well but figured discretion was probably the better option.

  Rob finished dressing and walked to the door. ‘I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have stuff to talk about.’

  The door closing behind him sounded unnaturally loud in the silence. I wasn’t sure how to act next and looked at Bea to find her struggling to hold in her own amusement. ‘Your face…’ she started before breaking into howls of laughter. I shuffled over to the bed, acutely aware of the sticky dampness on my thighs from my cage. Bea continued to giggle softly while I slipped into bed next to her. Despite, or more probably because of, my partial orgasm I was still very horny and I ran my hands over Bea’s naked flesh, enjoying the knowledge that mine where the second hands to touch her.

  ‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ said Bea pushing my hands away. ‘I’ve had more than enough for the night.’

  She turned her back on me and within minutes was deeply asleep. I lay quietly next to her and replayed the events of the night before eventually falling into a troubled sleep that was frequently disturbed by erotic visions and painful erections pressing against my cage.

  Jason

  I woke late the next morning to find Bea still sleeping soundly. I slipped out of bed and dressing quietly left the room to go and find some breakfast I could bring back as I knew she would be hungry when she woke. It’s funny the things that trigger cuckold feelings and my dick twitched as I thought about how she’d gotten that appetite...

  It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed the feel of the sun on my skin as I wandered through the local market selecting items for breakfast. I’d purchased a bag of fresh fruit and some cereal and was on my way back to the hotel when a voice called out ‘Hey, white boy!’ I turned and saw Rob sitting at a café table with a couple of other black guys.

  ‘Yeah you, closet guy, come over here.’ I almost ignored his waving hand but was
aware of a few other people looking at the sound of his loud voice and didn’t want him to say anything more so went over.

  ‘What?’ I asked pretty pissed-off at being called like that.

  Rob was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t see his eyes but there was no mistaking his amused smirk as he asked, ‘How’s your wife this morning?’

  The guys with him were obviously trying to contain their amusement as I answered peevishly. ‘She’s still asleep.’

  ‘Yeah, the black cock’ll wear the white woman out like that.’ Rob fist-bumped one of his friends while they all laughed.

  ‘Fuck you.’ I snapped not appreciating being the butt of their public joke.

  My response set up a howl of delight from the guys around the table and for a moment Rob’s face darkened then he laughed as well. ‘Alright man. I deserved that.’

  I stood glaring, my mood slightly moderated by his response but still mad. Rob took off his glasses and smiled. ‘C’mon man, I was just teasing, no offense, huh?’

  I nodded stiffly. ‘Tell you what,’ Rob continued. ‘Why don’t you ask your wife to give me a call if she wants another round?’ He held out a business card to me. I ignored it expecting that it was just a ruse to make fun of me again.

  ‘Ah fuck, c’mon man. I said I was sorry. Look I had a good time last night and it’s no skin off my nose if you get your rocks off to other guys screwing your missus.’ A couple of titters from the others at the table that quickly fell silent when Rob glared around. He proffered the card again. ‘Take it. Ask her.’