P03E09

She paused for a minute, then said: “I suppose you understand you are now a next part of his play for me, don’t you? “

“What do you mean? I am not very occupied with you, I am training Heather. “

“Exactly. Don’t you see? It is also a play of his mind with mine. “

“I don’t understand. ”

“Wanna see his play? He has told me that his nephew would be coming to fuck my brains out, and I didn’t believe him. I thought it was just one of his mind games he was playing with me. But you did come, out of nowhere, and fucked me into oblivion with the power of a real stud. I loved it, I was so satisfied and delighted, and I loved him so much for giving me this gift. You were even suggesting that you would fuck my ass soon. So I think I have landed in Nirvana, and that this will go on forever. But it doesn’t. Within a few days, he deprives me of that wild, possessive power, and in my full view, transfers it to someone else. “

“Heather?”

“Obviously. He brings her here for training, and you unleash all that marvelous, explosive lust on her. Not on me. I can watch, and serve, and be a little extra for viewing fun. But it is her who receives. I can watch the lust but not participate in it.”

“And it makes you jealous?”

“How could it not? Every thrust I see feels like one that I’m despoiled of. When she wriggles through her orgasms, she is stealing them from me. Of course, jealousy burns.

“But at the same time, I know that he is very deliberately and very powerfully creating this emotion in me. It is what he wants to do to me. He just tests another negative emotion, and finds out if this one can also be turned around, into yet another feeling of libidinous submission. He has already done that so many times. Pain. Humiliation. Frustration. Neglect. I learned to love them all, to a point where I couldn’t imagine happiness without them. Now it is jealousy’s turn. “

Suddenly, Heather interjected: “ I cannot imagine being subjected to those things myself and have pleasure in them. Then again, a year ago I also couldn’t imagine being sent to a friend’s house to get thoroughly fucked.”

“Speaking of which,” I said, “you have been vacant for almost an hour. Get back into the blue chair, I will be with you in a minute.”

Heather complied, and Marcy got up as well to apply proper bondage to her.

When I got up to resume my duties, Marcy stopped me: “Wait.. I haven’t cleaned her!”

“Oh, don’t bother. “

“It is really no problem! Wait, let me…”

She rushed to the space between Heather’s wide spread and bound legs, and produced water, soap, and towels. I stood back as an elaborate washing process developed: cold water, soap, warm water, föhn, perfume, towels.

Then she stepped back, and made a welcoming gesture to me: “Please enter her, Sir.”

I stepped up and drove my rod into Heather again, yielding a corresponding low moan. Marcy served coffee, cognac, and a cigar while I kicked off another ride of Heather’s pussy. Marcy knelt next to Heather’s ass, watching my cock drive into Heather’s pussy really closely, as if she wanted to see if there was any way she could facilitate the fuck. She noticed an imperfection, one of Heather’s long blonde hairs, and she immediately removed it.

I said: “So why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“Wash her, invite me into her. Be welcoming and supportive. You just told me that you’re burning with jealousy, how can you do that?”

She looked at the floor when she replied: “Well, Sir. It is already obvious that my husband has succeeded again. “

“Howard? Succeeded in what?”

“In bending the emotion around. You know that I haven’t been touched since Heather arrived? I have just watched you fuck her all day, my competitor, my nemesis. And it makes me feel like floating on a pink cloud. I’m horny all the time, my pussy keeps dripping. My husband has honored me with yet another play of magnificence, pushing me even deeper into my submission than he has ever done before. I’m not touched by anyone, yet there are moments when I have to be careful not to cum. It has worked. He has filled me with jealousy, and I have transformed it into lust. Again. “

“And Howard has done that to you. “

She nodded: “I don’t mind about the aching jealousy at all. If it makes me drift on this cloud of desire, how can I hate it? Yes, I will support and facilitate the events, feed that fire of jealousy in myself, and squeeze every drop of lust from its burning pain.”

“Kiss me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She got up from her kneeling position and embraced me from the side, reaching her lips forward, while I kept up my pumping rhythm into Heather. I held the kiss while my hand explored downward. She hadn’t exaggerated. The drip of her juices couldn’t be contained to the venus hill alone; down the inside of her thighs a sticky cascade came down as well, slow like a gletscher. I dipped my full hand in it, and started smearing her juice across her hips, her belly, her ass. Then I grabbed a fistful of venus mound and squeezed it. I was rewarded with a pitched yell, dropping into heavy breathing, and words forming in it: “Please… Sir… it is already so hard…”

“You mean you’re edging, right? And you’re under denial, and you’re afraid you can’t hold out?”

She nodded without a word.

I merely bolstered my squeeze on her cunt, and said: “Well, you know I think you’re very pretty when you’re fighting back your orgasm, Marcy. The sight of it certainly enhances my ability to keep Heather’s fuck going. “

She nodded again, still not speaking, so I continued: “Watching you hornify is a source of great pleasure to me. So I want you to ride that pole over there. You may decide on your own speed, so you control it yourself and don’t nudge across the edge, but I do want to see you riding it, understood? “

The poles were omnipresent in the house. They were basically just dildo’s or other penetrative rods, who where fixed to walls, floors, or furniture, then stood out into the room from there. When a girl was told to ride one, she was supposed to position her body to fit penetration, shove her pussy across the dildo so it slid inside, and then bounce her body to ride it. This particular one stood on a little platform, extending into the room almost vertically to a height of two feet. Marcy had to bend her knees to squat down on it, spreading her thighs apart when she did so. I watched in quiet contentment when she descended unto the rod, her pussy lips spreading open before my eye, sliding the dildo inside herself over the full length of it. She puffed for a bit to allow her body to adjust to the intruder; then she strecthed her knees and the length of the rod departed her. She reversed it again, turning the penetrations into a fuck, as she rode the pole from her knees. Her eyes were almost completely closed now, but her mouth slid slightly open and she started heaving, then panting as the ride accelerated. She was incredibly beautiful.