Losing Control II

by E. B. Wood

  ‘So, I guess you heard all that, then?’ I whispered, nodding towards the hatch.

  ‘Everything. Um, sounds like a very nice way to start the day.’

  I laughed. ‘Oh yeah, it’s definitely that!’ I was only wearing a light dressing gown and as I pulled back from our embrace I noticed his eyes on my breasts where the gown hung open. ‘Enjoying the view?’

  Jason jumped like he’d been caught staring at a stranger and not his wife of many years. ‘Sorry, I…um…was just looking….’

  I laughed again and slipped my robe open. ‘Do you want to touch them?’ Jason nodded and leant in eagerly. ‘Uh-uh, too bad.’ I said pulling my robe closed. ‘You can’t!’

  ‘Please,’ he groaned.

  ‘I’ll tell you what, you can look.’ I started to open my robe then stopped. ‘Just look. No touching. Agreed?’

  I opened my robe and pushed my shoulders back so my tits were thrust close to his face. ‘Do you like that?’

  ‘Oh god, yes.’

  ‘Look at my nipples. Can you see how raw they are from being sucked on?’ Jason whimpered. ‘Do you have any idea how amazing it feels for a girl to have a guy eating her pussy while another one sucks on her tits? Because that’s what was just happening to me.’

  ‘Oh Jesus. I bet you loved it!’

  ‘Oh I did.’ I reached up and cupped my breasts. ‘It felt so good. Look, my nipples are still hard and swollen.’ I smiled into my husband’s eyes. ‘They’re so sore. I’d love to have someone just kiss them softly for me…’ I offered up my boobs to Jason’s mouth and as if in a trance he moved his head forward. I let him get close enough that his mouth opened and his tongue extended and then with a laugh dropped my tits and pushed his head back. ‘Hey! No touching, remember?’ Jason slumped back looking so utterly miserable that I almost took pity on him but a quick glance down showed his cock pressed hard against his cage so I knew I was playing on his cuckold needs correctly.

  I slipped my gown fully open so he could see my naked form. From the look on his face I knew he’d noticed the small tell-tale marks on my flesh that really good sex always leaves. I stood proud and unashamed as my husband gazed on the assorted bruises, marks and love bites that my lovers had left behind them. ‘You look so beautiful,’ he breathed in a reverent whisper.

  I felt beautiful as well. My body felt sore from the combined attentions of Rob and Ray but it was a good hurt; one that came from a place of unequalled pleasure and mutual enjoyment. It was the kind of all over fucked feeling that most married women never get to experience once the initial passion of their marriage wears off. It made me feel young and vibrant and alive.

  I stretched my arms above my head and sighed in contentment. ‘I’ve got to be honest with you honey. I’ve never been fucked so well, so enthusiastically or so thoroughly in my whole life.’

  Jason nodded. ‘I know. I’ve barely seen you with them but I’ve heard you and you’ve never sounded like this with anyone else. Even Steve couldn’t make you moan and scream the way you’ve been doing.’

  ‘True. But to be fair to Steve there was only ever one of him whereas I’ve been pretty spoilt for large cocks on this trip.’

  ‘I know,’ said Jason again. He sighed mournfully. ‘But…’ He hesitated and looked down.

  I took his chin in my hand and lifted his head so I was looking in his eyes. ‘But?’

  Jason sighed. ‘It’s just when you were with Steve I could kind of fool myself that I could compete. You know, like I might be able to fuck you as well as he did.’ He waved his hands helplessly. ‘I mean I knew deep down that I never could but I could at least pretend if I needed to. But now I can’t even do that. It’s so obvious that I can’t ever make you feel anything like the sort of pleasure you get from either of the guys, let alone both of them together.’ He sighed again. ‘You’ve moved so far beyond what I can offer in bed that I worry I’ll never be enough for you again.’

  I looked at the poor frustrated, angst-ridden man in front of me and felt a rush of love for his simple honestly. I stepped forward, slipped my arms around his neck and pressed my naked body against his. ‘Oh honey,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘You have nothing to worry about.’

  ‘Really?’ I could hear the relief in his voice but something else too, something much deeper and more needful.

  ‘Of course not. You don’t have to worry about not being good enough for me in bed now.’ I paused. Maybe I had this wrong but I didn’t think so. Since we’d started down the road of cuckolding I’d come to understand my husband better than I would have ever believed possible. I was confident I truly understood the difference between what he wanted and what he needed. ‘And do you know why?’ Jason shook his head. ‘It’s simple honey, it’s because you’ve never been good enough for me in bed.’

  I heard Jason suck his breath in like I’d just punched him in the stomach. I could tell my words had hurt him but when I slipped my hand down between his legs I could feel his cage bulging out from his groin by the force of his erect cock. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered with as much sincerity as I could. ‘C’mon honey, you know it’s true.’ I bit his earlobe softly. ‘You know you could never compare to Steve in bed. God, how could you ever even think that! You saw how well he fucked me. You saw how hard he used to make me cum. You tell me when you’ve ever screwed me even half as well as he did? ‘

  Jason squirmed against me, although I couldn’t tell if it was my words or my fingers softly caressing his swollen balls that was having the most effect on him. ‘And do you really think I would have ever even taken a lover if you’d been enough for me in bed?’ Jason shook his head silently. ‘Of course not,’ I continued. ‘Women who are happy with their husband’s cocks don’t go off fucking other men - but I did. Surely that tells you something, hmm?’

  Jason moaned softly and I felt his cock jump in my hand. I smiled to myself, tell me I don’t know what my husband needs! I warmed to my theme. ‘The truth is I always knew you weren’t good enough in bed to keep me satisfied but I would have put up with it forever if only you hadn’t pushed me to take a lover.’ I squeezed his balls gently but firmly. ‘But now? Oh now, it’s much too late! I’ve had bigger and better than you and I now I know just how good fucking can be I can’t ever go back to being satisfied with what you have to offer. You can understand that right?’

  I eased my grip on Jason’s balls and, gripping the top of his cage by the padlock, wriggled the cage back and forth on his hard cock in what I knew was the closest experience to a handjob that Jason could experience while in chastity. He groaned and thrust his hips towards me as I continued. ‘Of course as good as Steve was at fucking me, and believe me he was, he pales into insignificance compared to what I’ve experienced at the hands of Ray and Rob. The problem, for you, is that while you might have conceivably, one day, just maybe, gotten as good as Steve in bed, there’s simply no way you can ever be as good as two men.’ I stood upright and pushed Jason back, retaining my grip on his chastity cage. I looked deeply into the eyes of the man I love and saw the pain I was causing him with my words. At the same time I felt the kick and buck of his cock in my hand and recognised the spark of tortured pleasure in his gaze.

  ‘So I’m afraid you’re right, I have moved so far beyond you sexually that it’s impossible for me to ever be satisfied by your cock again. I’m afraid I’m always going to need another man to fuck me that way I want to be fucked.’ I gave his cage one final wriggle and let go. ‘And, you know what; I might never need this little thing of yours again…’ As I turned away I said over my shoulder. ‘But then that’s what you’ve always wanted isn’t it honey, for me to replace you permanently between my legs?’

  Smiling to myself I walked off to have breakfast with my lovers.

  Jason

  For a man who’d just been told by his wife that his sexual services might no longer be required and that she has every intention of continuing to fuck other men, I was in a remarkably good mood as the y
acht cut through the azure waters on its way back to port. Even the painful ache between my legs where my cock was crushed by periodic erections couldn’t dampen my mood.

  Bea’s words hadn’t been easy to hear but even as she was speaking I knew that deep down her words were what I had always longed to for. I shivered as I recalled how easily she had announced the fact that I may never get to fuck her again. And more than that, since I had no desire to be with any other woman, her announcement effectively meant that I might never experience penetrative sex again. The idea both scared the hell out of, and excited me, beyond words.

  I tried to imagine a world where I never again knew the exquisite delight of that first thrust into a soft warm pussy. A world where I never again got to experience the primal release of cumming deep inside a woman. In truth it didn’t sound at all like something I wanted to endure but then I turned it on its head and imagined instead a world where my wife only ever spread her legs for other men. One where orgasms were something to be shared and enjoyed by Bea and her lovers exclusively. That world made my cock twitch and my belly squirm in cuckolded delight.

  My musings weren’t made any easier by being provided from the captain’s chair with a clear view of my wife sunbathing naked with the two guys on the foredeck. Bea’s naked form, a view that never fails to excite me, was enhanced by the contrast with the black bodies on either side. All three were on their backs and I was afforded a beautiful view of my wife’s naked body and the large dangling cock’s of her lovers flanking her. I was in awe of Bea’s ability to take not just one but both of those monsters and marvelled at the sexual appetite of my wife; an appetite I had never suspected existed when I married her.

  As if hearing my thoughts Bea’s hands slid slowly down the bodies of the two men until she was holding a cock in each hand and I watched in fascination as she slowly stroked them erect. It never fails to amaze me seeing a really big cock growing to its full extent. With me it’s soft - rub-rub - it’s hard, and there’s not a massive difference between the two states. But through Bea’s activities I’ve been lucky enough to get to witness what most straight men don’t – what it looks like when another guy is getting a hard on. It was incredible to watch the guys’ cocks just growing and growing; expanding in both length and girth. Admittedly Rob’s grew slower and was softer when erect than Ray but nonetheless the end product of both was awesome to behold and more than a little humbling for a tiny dicker like me.

  For a long while there was no movement from the three on the foredeck other than Bea’s hands moving up and down on her lovers’ cocks in sync. She was taking it slow and obviously the boys were happy to just lie back and let her do the work. I wondered if she felt the same melancholy as I did knowing this was the last time she would get to play with the two magnificent specimens of manhood. Watching her I sincerely hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time she enjoyed two men to herself. I had a sudden vision of us back at home; Bea getting ready to go out to spend the night with two lovers while I stayed at home knowing without a doubt just how well she was going to be getting fucked. The idea caused my cock to twitch with aching desire. I thought about how incredible it would be if Bea had a couple of regular lovers who she spent time away with, both separately and together. I shivered with delightful angst as I imagined how for our next holiday Bea could take both lovers to a resort for a week while I stayed at home with nothing to do but torture myself about how she was loving being a wanton slut for both of them.

  So caught up was I in my fantasy that it took Bea’s groan blowing on the wind to drag my attention back to the events in front of me. Ray had moved between her legs and was obviously giving her pussy some welcome attention with his tongue. I love it when another guy goes down on Bea. There are some things only a husband should know and the taste of his wife’s pussy juices is definitely one of them! The fact that another man is sharing that most intimate knowledge of the woman I love drives me insane with tormented lust.

  As I watched Rob moved up and knelt next to Bea, turning her head so he could feed her his cock. Bea didn’t need any further prompting and was soon sucking him with great vigour while Ray continued his own ministrations which, judging by the now muffled but nonetheless almost continual groans, were being most appreciated by Bea. Suddenly she released Rob’s cock and, letting out a short shriek, clamped her legs around Ray’s head and bucked furiously. I knew that right at that moment she was flooding Ray’s mouth with her orgasm and envied him desperately the warm and tasty treat he was receiving.

  When she’d finished Ray came up and knelt on her other side and the two men just stroked and rubbed Bea’s naked body as she recovered. It was incredible to watch four dark hands caressing and toying with my wife and I could only image how intensely pleasurable it must feel to Bea to be the centre of attention of two horny men. For a moment I felt a pang of loss for my own sexuality and the knowledge that I would never get to enjoy the sort of experiences Bea was but my momentary melancholy quickly disappeared as I watched Rob move between my wife’s legs and saw her throw her head back as he slid his cock inside her. I could clearly hear the delighted gasp from Bea as he bottomed out inside her and she wrapped her legs tightly around his arse, pulling him into her as deeply as possible. Meanwhile Ray had moved his cock to her mouth and so within moments my wife was once again stuffed with cock at both ends.

  I pondered for a moment what would make me happier; sitting where I was watching my wife getting fucked, or being on the foredeck fucking her myself. The answer was plain and obvious; I would choose to be the passive observer every time. I knew with absolute certainty that as long as Bea had another cock to full her hungry pussy I would be content even if I was never allowed between her legs again. Back when being a cuckold was still a fantasy for me I believed that I would willingly give up every one of my orgasms if it meant that Bea could have them instead. Now faced with the reality I was pleased to discover that this wish still held true. Not only that but I knew I would rather her lovers came with her and in her than I did.

  From the sounds of pleasure emitting from my wife I didn’t doubt that she was also happier with the current arrangement...

  After a short while Bea manoeuvred herself onto all fours so Rob could pound her properly from behind while she had a better angle to suck Ray’s cock. It didn’t take long before Rob picked up his rhythm and was soon slamming into Bea, the wet smack of their flesh carrying clearly on the wind to where I stood. Bea reacted to Rob’s passion by increasing the enthusiasm with which she was attacking Ray’s cock with her mouth and her moans of delight were mostly muffled by his length jammed down her throat. It was awe-inspiring to watch Bea enjoying being spit-roasted and I suddenly realised with a shock that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.

  So rapt had I been in the activities on my boat that I’d failed to keep a proper lookout for other traffic. The unmistakable swish of water against a hull snapped me out of my reverie and I looked up to see a large yacht passing us close by going in the opposite direction. In the cockpit stood an older couple, their eyes wide in disbelief as they took in the sight of the woman on the yacht next door being happily shafted by two men. It was hard to tell exactly what they thought of the situation but there was no mistaking the shock on their faces when they caught sight of me steering the yacht and still totally naked but for my chastity cage. I did the only thing one can do in such a situation and raised my hand in a cheery wave. Unfortunately my friendly gesture was ignored and within moments they had passed astern, still staring back at us in fascinated horror. I couldn’t help smiling to myself imagining the story they were going to be able to tell about their holiday.

  Bea was so involved in the fucking she was getting she didn’t even notice and it took me a long time to convince her later that it had really happened...

  Oblivious to passing yachtsmen, Bea and the guys soon changed positions again. This time Bea had Ray on his back so she could impale herself on his fat cock while Rob stood beside h
er and fed her his cock. One of the little cuckold thrills for me is knowing that Bea’s lovers are reaching much deeper inside her with their cocks than I can go. I can only wonder what my wife’s pussy feels like beyond the limits of my short dick and I find it incredibly exciting to know that there is a part of my wife’s body that her lovers get to experience that I simply will never be able to. For this reason I love to see Bea sitting on a big cock and know that the full length of it is buried deep inside her. Watching her grind on Ray’s cock I knew that his length was well past my limit and into parts of my wife’s cunt that belonged only to him. I also knew that Bea was feeling his cock deep, deep inside her belly; an experience that I could never give her. My cock pulsed in my cage and I loved the contrast knowing that Ray was experiencing the soft warmth of my wife’s pussy around his cock while at the same moment I had only the painfully hard steel pressing against my own. It might sound strange but I wouldn’t have swapped places for the world.

  As much as I enjoy knowing Bea has a big cock buried inside her it’s pretty obvious that she enjoys it more and it wasn’t long before she had to abandon Rob’s cock as the sensations drove her towards another orgasm. I saw Ray drop his hand between her legs and knew he was playing with her clit to help her over the edge. Bea was buckling uncontrollably, her body moving and jerking in spasm as her pleasure rose, rose and then peaked; release and relief causing her to shudder and writhe before sagging and rolling clear of Ray to lie, panting heavily on the deck.

  Again the boys gave her time to recover but it was obvious even to me that she was done. To be honest I was surprised Bea had taken as much as she had; I mean she’d pretty much had one or two cocks inside her non-stop since meeting Rob. I strongly suspected it would be a while before her pussy recovered enough that even my little dick would be welcomed back. That thought caused a moment of jealously to rise as I was definitely looking forward to my turn and felt a bit ripped off that she’d had so much fun with her lovers that she had nothing left for me. However my jealousy quickly migrated into a more manageable and familiar angst feeling as I remembered the number of times I had fantasized about being cut off completely from sex because Bea was getting all she needed elsewhere. No matter how much I longed to fuck her, deep down I still really wanted her to say ‘no’. I grinned to myself at how even after all we’d been through I could still get all emotionally twisted in the conflict between my ‘normal’ sexual desires and my cuckold side.