P03E03

I didn’t comply with her request immediately, instead turning to Dave again: “She is one fervid trollop, that’s for sure. I can feel the slight quiver in her muscles, she’s really keen to get this fuck show on the road!”

Dave grinned: “She sure is. It isn’t really common for her to be four days cum free, you know, I usually impose daily orgasm rations on her. “

“Yes, that is kind of normal in the first year of a marriage,” Howard said, “to extort an orgasm overload from a newlywed wife. It makes her needy for them, and it will be much more effective to curtail her later on. “

“She should get accustomed to the proper approach to them,” Dave added. “Orgasm isn’t some leisurely event, to be consumed at her own free will. Orgasm is imposed on her, extracted from her, applied to her. So that later on, when release is unseemly, it is much easier to restrain her cumming despite subjecting her to prolonged sex. A simple denial of orgasm permission is an indispensable tool then.“

I nodded, recognizing the wisdom of these traditions. I only noticed that I had thoughtlessly started a slight thrust when Heather’s moaning increased.

Howard commented: “Yes, that’s the way to start it. Don’t go out of your way getting to full speed right away. Remember that you have many hours to go, and it doesn’t hurt to have an easygoing yet resolute induction. Relax, let your mind float off, have a chat with us, or interrogate her some more. Have another drink and a cigarette while enjoying the slow ride. You are in no hurry at all! “

I realized that I shouldn’t keep drinking whisky if I was to complete my odyssey, so when I called Marcy again I ordered coffee instead.

I blew into the hot liquid, holding the cup in my hand as my loins continued my slow thrust, then said to Howard: “So how long have you been married to Marcy now?”

“About three and a half years.”

“And you subjected her to this orgasm overload as well?”

“In the honeymoon period, yes. I took over twelve hundred orgasms from her in the first six months of our marriage. I conditioned her to get cued by a trigger word, ‘Fiji’. Whenever I said it, she needed to cum within seconds. It was hard for her, but in the end, she managed to comply nine times out of ten. I still use it sometimes. Her conditioning is perfect now, it can even be used outdoors, in a busy street, when she just woke up, during a whipping, you name it.“

“That is kind of a nice idea,” Dave said, “I never thought of that. Maybe I will try it on Heather as well, when she returns. “

I asked: “And what happened after that? You just revoked her orgasm permissions from one day to the next?”

“No, it doesn’t work like that. But the conditioning worked both ways, you see? When I said Fiji she should come; but also when I didn’t say it, she wasn’t allowed. And when the honeymoon started dying out, I just used the word less and less. First just once a day, then a few times a week, then entire weeks without it, and in the end only on special occasions. She is still prone to unauthorized orgasms, as you know, but those are punishable offenses. Only the Fiji’s are legitimate.“

“But what about last week? I extracted loads of orgasms from her… were they all illegal?”

“No, of course not. You are a different man and you have different rules; or rather, you will develop your own. I lent her to you, so she must obey your rules, not mine. “

“That seems odd… how can she be your obedient wife when she must also obey the rules of any man she just happens to be serving? What if those rules are conflicting? “

“Well, the husband has the final say, obviously. But when she is lent out, it is more like a framework, you see? The husband just gives general guidelines to the proxy, that he cannot violate. But within those outer boundaries, he can do with her as he pleases. Take Dave, for example. He lent you Heather, and said she should get fucked all week. Of course you cannot neglect that and leave her pussy vacant; you must make an effort to follow his general directive. But he didn’t tell you exactly how to screw her, or where, or which positions to use. He recommended you tie her, but he didn’t tell you to do so. He expressed a preference to refrain from anal use, but didn’t make it a part of the framework. He certainly wouldn’t mind if you flogged her up a bit over breakfast to heat her up for the day, and he also wouldn’t mind if you didn’t; that’s up to you. Within his general framework, you have a lot of freedom to create your own session for her. “

Again I noticed that my rhythm had picked up a bit of speed. Even though I wasn’t focused on the seesaw, the conversation was more than invigorating enough to maintain full stiffness, and I was delivering a steady series of long thrusts, although the usual urge to rush for the shot immediately was absent.

Dave got up slightly suddenly, saying: “Well, I can see that I am leaving her in capable hands. I must go now, I have planned some renovations to our house while she is gone.”

Howard had a small conversation with him at the door, then let him out and returned to me. I hadn’t altered my steady rhythm.

When he sagged down in his chair again, I asked: “So do you think she is cum ready? “

“Oh, I don’t know. She might be, if she’s as horny as Dave says. “

The moaning underneath me was building up slightly as the thrusts landed inside her.

“So what do you think yourself, slut? Are you cum ready or not? “

Amidst the panting, words could be discerned: “Yes, sir… I think so… Please, sir… Can I…I want to…? “

“You can, slut. Let your first fuck-generated orgasm engulf you. And don’t forget what I told you! “

The reminder may have been helpful. She was loud when she came: “Oh yes, sir, thank you sir thank you, oh my God, thank you so much, thank you thank you! “

Howard and me enjoyed the view, her body properly jolting, a tormented look on her face as she yelled out her prayer of gratitude. Nevertheless, it still didn’t set off the urge. Just maintaining my rhythm, I could enjoy the view of her cumming body from some distance, as if I didn’t really have something to do with it.