P03E18

On the fourth day, it was such a joy that Marcy had returned from her banishment. She made me breakfast, and we talked. Although she carefully avoided saying anything about her time in the motel, she was her shining self again: witty, intelligent, sensitive. When my fucking duties resumed at 10 o’clock, the job wasn’t tedious at all anymore. The naked and beautiful Marcy was back, and it was a pleasure to watch her movements around me. I desired her so much more than Heather, the punching bag of flesh.

She was aware of my attention and I’m sure she made every effort to show off her body to my eyes. And there was no modesty in those eyes, she marveled in seducing me to devour every curve of her with my eyes. She danced for me, and she brought back the hard desire of the fucking to my cock. I wasn’t really fucking Heather, I was fucking Marcy now, even if no man actually touched her pussy. Only Heather‘s pussy remained, the rest of her body was replaced by Marcy’s in my mind.

Suddenly,I realized I was a traitor. Howard trusted me to be in the house alone with his wife, on the condition that I didn’t have sex with her. Was I breaking that promise here? If fucking Heather really felt like fucking Marcy, did I create a moment where he should be present?

I asked her. She shook her head: “No, it is only about pussy contact.”

I beckoned her to me for a kiss. She complied, and her lips were soft and eager on mine, but she shrieked back when I couldn’t resist reaching for her pussy with my hand.

“I know you want me,“ she said, “and you will have me again. Heather will go away, and Emily hasn’t come yet. Then it will be Howard’s pleasure again to watch you play with me.”

“And for now, it is only about pussy contact? All else is allowed?“

“Not my ass either, and my mouth is only for kissing, not for blowjobs. “

I delivered a couple of extra hard thrusts into Heather’s pussy, and replied: “I have to admit my uncle has crafted them carefully, these rules… My mental craving isn’t satisfied, even if my physical does. I’m yearning and desirous. I’m longing for the moment that this useless, secondary pussy leaves the house again, so Howard can watch me skewer you again. I just love to make you squirm, and I love to watch your face when I’m thrusting into you, because I can watch straight into your soul then. “

“I am so completely naked in that moment, when I couldn’t prohibit your journey into my soul, even if I had wanted to. “

“Kiss me again. “

I took her lips for a full minute, while my fuck picked up speed into Heather. I realized I was moving for a shot, and I didn’t feel like resisting it at all. Heather had cum just a few minutes ago, but her body felt what was going on and was ready for the next one as well. The orgasm storm was rumbling in the distance, and I was fucking her right into the heart of it.

The torrent broke loose about half a minute before I unleashed in her. She navigated the storm in those 30 seconds, yelling and screaming and jolting, as a continuous stream of orgasms ripped her completely open. It only diminished when I unloaded, and ceased the hard thrusting.

And all the while, I kissed Marcy. Our lips danced the ancient tango of lover’s lips, licking, nibbling, biting, sucking, caressing.

“I love you,” I whispered, and in that moment, I even believe that I meant it.

She moved away from me to give me some room to recover my panting, and her face glowed radiant. She smiled a hushed smile at me:

“I know what you mean. I feel like I have been fucked for half an hour, and I am as horny as if that actually happened… At the same time I am nowhere near orgasm. I am so glad that you fucked Helen instead of me, or I couldn’t have come to this place. I have broken another level of exaltation. “

“That is… amazing! “

“Yes. But do you see what he has done? He has played with my jealousy of him, for sure. He is my husband, and somewhere deep inside, I expected some sort of marital fidelity. He just laughed in my face when he found out. Told me being married surely was no reason not to dip into different pussies anymore.”

She shrugged: “And yeah, it worked. I’ve already told you what my jealousy of him can do to me. But this is different. He doesn’t create jealousy of himself now. He creates jealousy for his stud. A cold fist grabs my stomach when I see you fuck her. my blood boils to my face, and I am sweaty and insecure. I feel the humiliation, the feeling that I’m not even good enough for his stud now. I’m not just a horny slut anymore, I am a useless slut as well now. At the same time, I am crazy with arousal, without a finger even touching my pussy. He has made it work yet again. Another level of frustration and humiliation, and another level of hornification for me.“

“Marcy… You are not useless! I would rather have shot that load into you a thousand times. “

“Now would you? Still somehow it didn’t wind up inside me! “

“It landed in a pussy that has no meaning to me. A tool of flesh, attached to a woman who is just dull and bland. You know the rules. Howard is your husband and his word is the law around here. “

“I know that. Still I would love you to possess me. “

I felt for her, I really did. She seemed prettier than ever, riding the high of arousal with half closed eyes and half open mouth.

I withdrew from Heather and plumped into a couch, pointing Marcy to Heather: “Clean her up. “

As she fetched her towels and soap and water, I looked at Heather. It was hard to determine if she was conscious. Her panting had barely diminished since her orgasm, but her eyes were closed, she hung lumpishly in her bondage, and she didn’t respond when I called her name. And it was only 11 o’clock. I knew by now that Howard didn’t easily consider a girl to be overfucked, but I wondered if she still might be. I called Howard, and he examined her from my phone, but he wasn’t too worried: “ Maybe rest her for half an hour, not more. She can be easily hammered for a few hours more this afternoon. We will see later if she can have the evening off.”

In the end, I fucked her for another hour before lunch, and two hours after. Howard returned halfway the afternoon and declared Heather officially fucked out.

I was really glad when I withdrew from her. I was knackered, and it was actually a relief to stop screwing such a boring pussy. I went up to my room to take a shower. I texted my mother, and I texted Emily. I lied to them both. When I lay down on the bed, I fell asleep almost instantly.