P01E18

Dinner followed the same protocol as yesterday: Marcy served the food, then Howard tied her up, straddling the machine. He took the remote control to turn it on as we started eating. The same amazing sight of her body squirming on the drive of the machine accompanied our relaxed family dinner, not to mention her moaning and grunting as the machine ramped her hornification back up again. She was a good cook, and the meat she had prepared tasted delicious. It was a pleasure to taste it, alternating with a classy sip of wine. Marcy’s inviting curves writhed right in front of us, subject to the whims of the machine. She was unable to escape its mesmerizing cadence, or hide the increasing flow of juice it evoked. Howard didn’t pass the remote control to me this time, just twitching it slightly every now and then to prevent the speed or the depth of the thrusts becoming monotonous. Marcy responded with yelps every time he did. She looked helpless and ****, as the merciless pounding of her pussy manifested on her face.

“Can I ask you a question, uncle? “, I said.

“But of course!”

“I’ve been here for two days now… and I have been playing with your beautiful wife since then. Yet I can’t help but notice that you hardly used her for any sort of action yourself? You briefly allowed her to blow you, but it was a mere matter of seconds… don’t you feel like fucking her yourself?”

He smiled a warm smile, and said: “Again, you are a keen observer; you’re not carried away by focussing only on her. Yes, you are absolutely right, I didn’t fuck her. Sexual feelings, the way your body works, it all changes when you get older, you know. I can assure you that my mind is in exactly the same perverted state as it was when I was your age, but my body isn’t.”

“But that problem has been solved, right? There’s pills for that? “

“Oh, pills don’t solve everything. Sure, you get a hard-on and you can maintain it as you bang her. But the real difference is in the sensitivity. “

He looked at the uncomprehending expression on my face, sighed, and continued: “Well, look at your own experience, as you’re getting aroused. There’s all kinds of stages, right? First you’re a little bit horny, then a little bit more, then there’s that nice and warm buzz down below, you really get on a roll, until you’re bursting completely out of your pants, towards the edge of coming, and finally the spunk shoots… something like that? “

I nodded: “Basically, yes.”

“Well, most of that is gone for me. It used to feel exactly like that, but somehow the middle part got cut out. It’s a bit of a binary state now: either I’m not horny at all, even when I’m actively fucking, the thrust of my dick doesn’t really feel different than a thrust of a finger would… and then suddenly, within a second, I’m on the edge of cumming, and two more blasts would make me shoot. Then if I resist that, like I did my whole life, holding off from the shot to keep the libido up, and let the hornification drop a bit, that used to take it down to 80% or something like that, on the scale you just described… but these days, it immediately drops back to that first state, of hardly being horny at all. “

I was completely startled. How could it possibly work like this? How could he keep a sex **** in his house when he had lost interest in sex himself? I tried to respond to him, maybe ask a question, how this worked, what happened to the joy then, what it meant for his feelings for Marcy… but I could only stammer some basic conjunctions without any coherence, as my mind just raced around in circles.

Howard saw my confusion, and said: “Relax… that’s just what nature does to you. I discussed it with other men my age, and they all say something similar. But I should say, it is only a physical thing. All the finesses and pleasures of dominating an appetizing creature like my wife slut, it is all still there. “ He gestured at Marcy’s body, and continued: “I feel intense pleasure when I watch her squirming and twitching to the scene I set up for her… to humiliate and **** her, her orgasm at the tip of my finger, literally, just a slight twist of the knob of the remote control away, while I take another bite… to play her body like a musician would his instrument, creating harmonies and rhythms for her to submerge in… to captivate her body and mind together in a grand orgy of lust. All of that feels thoroughly pleasurable. But it isn’t a dick thing anymore. Sure, I still fuck her… but it is like a necessity, a way the instrument needs to be treated to produce a particularly lovely sound… not an end in itself. My pleasure, my satisfaction, the meaning of my dominance, it has risen to a different level. Detaching it from physical gratification has made it more profound, more colorful, as if an entire dimension was added to it. “

I tried to grasp his words, but failed miserably. I looked at Marcy. How could the image of a girl like that, driven into ecstasy by the joy of her submission to him, possibly be detached from the throbbing vigor of his hard penis? I had never understood the concept of “platonic love”, and thought it was just a thing for frigid women; yet here this strong-willed and dominant man described something very much like it? It bewildered me.

We continued the meal. The only thing which kept the room from silence was Marcy’s moaning, as her body danced to the rhythm of the machine. Howard had no eye for the controls anymore, apparently brooding on some afterthought, and the dildo just kept thrusting in and out of her at a constant speed for minutes on end.

I finally gathered the courage to speak again: “Marcy said she thought you invited me here as a stud. You know, for the additional fucking power. What you just told me, it seems to support that. So did you? I mean, did you just invite me over to access that extra fucking power of a young man? “

When Howard didn’t respond immediately, I added: “Not that I’d mind, you know… it would just be good to know.”

Howard returned from the other planet he had just visited, and gave me an earnest glance. “Partly, yes. But it is not the only reason. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more right now, you’ll have to trust me on this. I assure you that it won’t be anything bad… I just can’t tell you yet, OK? “

I had **** but to accept that anyway, so I just hummed approval. Howard picked up the remote again and started toying with the controls thoughtlessly. It evoked an increased level of moaning and grunts from Marcy, as the dildo seemed to become a random thruster now. She opened her eyes and looked at him, and managed to utter just a single word in between the moaning: “Please…”

“Please what? “, Howard asked.

“Please… Sir… can I… please…”, she stammered.

“Look, how can I grant your request if you can’t even tell me what it is? What do you want? “

“Cum… please, Sir… I cannot take it anymore… can I… please… cum…”

“Well my little slut, of course you can… but you know what it means, right? You don’t get my dick in your pussy for another two weeks!”

She wailed: “Ah… ah.. you’re so… ah… oh… MEAN!!”

Howard’s only reply was another nudge at the controls; the dildo went a bit slower, but increasing the depth of the thrusts at the same time, making it pound deep into her in an unevadable, merciless cadence. Marcy’s body jolted and the convulsions of her pussy were on perfect display, as her vocal turned into a sheer howl, clearly struggling to stay at the right side of the edge. I took another bite of the sweet dessert while I enjoyed watching her.

“Please… please…” was recognizable amid the howl, but the reference to what she was begging for was even more unclear than before, and Howard didn’t ask her to elaborate this time; he also sat back and watched her defenses crumble further as she came closer to the edge.

“I’m… almost… cum… ming… ah… aaahh…. Aaaaah….”