P01E10

I finished my breakfast and got up. Since Marcy had more chores to complete, I went for a walk around the ranch alone. What had looked so impressive on my arrival, was much less spectacular now. Yes, it was a large estate, and yes, there was a group of seven horses in the stable to the side of the house; but the rest of the outhouses and barns were deserted, only two with locks on them, many of the rest without as much as a door, just being left to the elements.

The horses were cared for by a man named Jesiah, a bearded and tarnished guy in his sixties. We had a little chat. He obviously didn’t know what was going on in the mansion, or maybe he didn’t care about it, like he didn’t seem to care for much except his horses anyway. I asked him to saddle a horse for me and he was happy to oblige; my riding experience was very limited though, and I didn’t really dare to leave the premises, so I returned quickly and got back to the house.

The rest of the day I did some chatting and surfing on my phone, while really just waiting for Howard to get back. Marcy was around as well, going about her tasks (which apparently included serving me food and drinks every once in a while), but neither of us was inclined to any more talking, in a silent understanding that it would make the wait even harder. That didn’t stop me from watching her every move though. She didn’t seem to mind that at all; in fact some of her movements seemed to be specifically aimed at pleasing my eyes, wiggling her ass and pushing her bosom forward as she moved around the house.

The traitor feeling that I had about chatting to Emily while dwelling in this house hadn’t diminished. She had heard the latest Billie Eilish song and I agreed that it was really great. Her friend Fiona had bought a scooter and they had made a trip on it. She asked me what I was doing. I made up a story about a visit to the city center. She told me she loved me. I told her I did as well, at the same time ogling Marcy. I felt dirty doing it. I meant it, she was my baby and I loved her and I wanted to share my life with her… but at the same time there wasn’t a thread in my body that said I should deny myself the golden opportunities I had in the world of wonder I had been invited to, the secrets I could discover, the pleasures I could experience.

Howard came home pretty early, maybe at 3pm. He sent a text message before his arrival, to which Marcy immediately responded by initiating an elaborate set of activities, which included showering, shaving her pussy, brushing her teeth and her hair, playing herself with a vibrator for a while, and putting a set of leather garments on. I watched her in amazement, with a growing anticipation in my mind and a growing bulge in my pants. The other girls I had known in my life had adjusted their behavior to the prevalent social codes of modesty, prudence, and **** to amorous advances. They had been trained to do so since early childhood.

This girl was also trained, but in the exact opposite direction: she expressed a libidinous disposition, a shameless exposure of her body, a genuine eagerness to please and evoke male sexual lust, and the implied promise of servitude no matter what debauched shape that lust would take. She displayed her body not as a tease, with the "no" at the end already inherent within, but as a gracious invitation to be used without inhibitions. The only places I had ever seen anything like it was in the movies, but I had always suspected it was just a pose in front of the camera in those, to make it look good for the drooling male audience, and to earn a living doing it. This girl had no incentive to do anything like that, and still she didn’t seem to have any problem at all about behaving like a slut right in front of her husband’s nephew.

She barely finished all her activities before Howard arrived, or maybe they had just aligned the sending of his message with the time all these preparations took her; either way, she was kneeling by the side of his chair and fully ready for him to bend over to her and kiss her gently on the lips when he came in.

He didn’t sit down this time though. Instead, he took her chin between two fingers to make her look up to him, then he turned to me with a twinkle in his eye, and said: “So, are you ready? I bet you have been looking forward to my return, right? “

“As a matter of fact I did, uncle. I’m really eager to… explore Marcy’s possibilities a bit more, you know?”

“Yes, I figured that. I’ve been looking forward to playing her a bit as well today; your presence geared up my inspiration quite a bit. So maybe we should drop the pleasantries, eh? Just get this show on the road?”

Without waiting for my response, he reached down to his pants, opened the zipper, and allowed his dick to leap out into the open. He let go of her chin, and pushed his dick in the general direction of her face. In a move which looked like a carefully cultivated routine, she touted her lips and sucked him inside. As it didn’t look very stiff in the second it had been out between his pants and her mouth, maybe it just needed this kind of attention for a bit. She gobbled up the full length of it, but then just sat silent, not moving her head to and fro as the girls in the movies did, just keeping it sucked in, deep inside her mouth.

Howard didn’t seem to pay any attention to his wife sucking him in like this, and turned to me: “So, what have you been doing today?”

“We didn’t talk much. Just at breakfast. She told me why she enjoyed being with older men. And we discussed her response to pain. We didn’t play, she was very specific that we should wait until you returned. That’s about it.”

“About pain, eh? What did she tell you about it? “

I looked at Marcy. She still sat there quietly, his dick hidden deep in her mouth, her eyes on his stomach. I wasn’t really comfortable… she had told me about it in private, and in the mindset I had been raised with, that meant I couldn’t just tell someone else, not even to her husband. On the other hand, these kinds of rules had apparently been thrown out the window in this place a long time ago anyway; so I said: “She said the pain makes her more aware of her senses, that they become stronger and more receptive and susceptible. That it arouses her. “

Howard looked down on Marcy now, saying: “That’s what you told him, eh? Sounds like you left out some important details? “

The question was obviously rhetorical, since she was in no position to reply.

“Maybe we should show him how that works, what do you think? “

It wasn’t really a question, but she nodded anyway, although it was unclear whether she did so because she agreed, or as an acknowledgement that she understood his statement.