P04E09

Despite the open spread I would likely find when I went up, I wasn’t really eager to go there. I would have to tell Emily before straddling her, obviously. And I was scared about that, about what she would say, how she would respond.

I told Marcy that. She just said, “Sure”, and poured me another cup of coffee, “let's talk some more. Or maybe you want me to give you a blowjob now, so you’ll have an opening to tell her about?”

The thought froze me, and I said: “No, thanks. I don’t think you’re going to blow me today. “

She shrugged: “A pity. And yeah, Howard isn’t home, so I guess I shouldn’t anyway.”

“How does that work, between the two of you? I mean, he just leaves the two of us in this house together… how can he really know that we’re not playing when he’s away? “

“Because I’d tell him. No matter how much I enjoy your adolescent vigor, he is my Master and you are not. He knows I would never violate a rule like this. “

She averted her eyes, and continued: “I might break his rule and blow you right now. But I’d also tell him about it, tonight, and accept whatever punishment he sees fit. So we just better not, don’t you think?”

She pointed a finger up to the second floor: “And really, you don’t need to. Your love is waiting for you. When you’re hungry, go to her, tell her, and then take whatever you want to take from her. I assure you, she won’t mind. “

I must have left Emily waiting for something like an hour while I was talking to Marcy; still when I finally came to her room, she was lying down on the bed in the position I had ordained. She had closed her eyes, and I just stood there, at the edge of the bed, enjoying the view of her beautiful body once more. I saw a clear glistening in her pussy, and I realized that Marcy had been completely right to leave her waiting. Emily had simmered for an hour, and she was well-done in preparation and anticipation.

Still the elephant in the room hadn’t disappeared somehow. I had tried to prepare something, like a little speech of what I wanted to tell her, but it seemed hollow and meaningless now that I should be delivering it. Yet I had to tell her something… all might be lost if I just speared her now, and told her about all this later… I really couldn’t do that.

I had been wrong to doubt her. In the end, it was so much easier for her than it was for me. I was sitting on the bed, between her spread legs, admiring the spread of her pussy while these fifteen bags of sand were on my shoulders. I really couldn’t think of any way to break this to her, so I just dropped my brick into the pond: “So I’ve been spending quite some time here, right? “

She nodded, and said: “I know that, Jason. It is a great place. I’m happy for you.”

“I have also learned so much over the last week.”

She just said: “I thought you might have. It could be the only possible explanation.”

I was completely perplexed, and muttered in confusion: “Explanation… for what? “

“Your… change. Your confidence. How you would suddenly find the power to claim me. Where you found the courage to tell me to be in this bed, spreading my legs for you, then make me wait for an hour. Why you could suddenly do what you couldn’t do for almost two years. Yeah, you have changed, Jason. Somehow you have become a man, out of nowhere. How did that happen?“

“Howard, he... showed… me things, told me things. It changed me.”

“He gave you Marcy to try out, right?”

She didn’t freak out. She didn’t jump up from the bed and started smashing me up. She just asked a simple factual question, as if she was inquiring about the status of the tea production in Sri Lanka.

I nodded.

A silence fell as we considered the consequences. A fly buzzed through the room, then sat down again. Finally she said: “I suspected it, but I didn’t want to believe it. As if my mind knew it was likely, and my heart ignored the suggestion. And I suppose you don’t plan to cease… playing with her?”

I shook my head, but I didn’t manage to look her in the eye when I did.

She continued: “In a way, it is good to know. I can take it in, make me realize that this is how it will be, that I could never ask you to be my faithful husband, not like that. “

There was a half a minute pause again. She just lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as she thought. I sat between her legs, and became acutely aware of her spread pussy, just a foot away from my head. She hadn’t made any attempt to obscure my view of it, even by some **** nudge, when she examined her own confused thoughts.

I enjoyed the festive view a bit longer, then said: “Your lips are pink and inviting, your clit is throbbing in anticipation, and your spread makes you available to me however I want. Right now, I don’t want any other woman at all. “

“Then come in to me, Jason. I want you to make up for what you did yesterday. Do it the right way this time, and make me feel your power, not your fury. “

I took my time to deliver my first thrust. I bent over my head across her first, my lips finding her clit and sucking it in a few times. Then I moved my hips in, as my fingers probed for the right location of her slit, leading my dick into her. She moaned when the initial flesh push reached to mid-penis straight away. Then I kept pushing, driving deeper into her, inch by slow inch, cracking open her maiden cave, unacquainted to an invasion like this. I only stopped when hip bones made any further penetration impossible. Then I held still, stuffing her with my full length without any further action. I could feel the slight pulses of her muscles, as they massaged the length of it. Welcoming, expecting, wanting. Hoping I would proceed.

But I stopped right there, and restarted our previous conversation: “So how do you feel about that? Can I expect your resistance, or even just your bitterness?”

The pants of her arousal could be heard in her response: “Yes, I will probably be bitter sometimes. I’ll sometimes have a caustic remark or a weeping attack for you as well, I guess. But no resistance, no. You make the rules, and if this is one of them, I must learn to live under it. “

“Could it become the dark void between us, tearing us apart?”

“No, I don’t think so. Not when you’re honest with me. Because… you have to promise me one thing about this. Never, ever do it behind my back. It will be very hard to watch you fuck Marcy… but it is still a thousand times easier than guessing, suspecting, doubting. “

My cock was throbbing inside her, wondering why we suddenly needed to talk about all this bullshit, and if we couldn't do it later, just waiting for the go-ahead from my brain to proceed with the full speed bang. But I didn’t release him quite yet.

“So what does it all mean to you?”

“It means that I must work harder. When I can be your perfect girl, you won’t feel the need for others. I must train hard and reconfigure my brain to adjust to your wishes. I need to compete with the others, and channel your lust back to me whenever one of them tries to mesmerize you to turn to her. No matter how depraved and licentious your desires may become, I must offer them to you. “

“No! That’s not what I mean at all! You don’t have to go where you really don’t want to go!”

“Now is that really true, Jason? Because if I don’t, you have the right and the drive to find someone who does. And you will share that, whatever it is, with her, not with me. Something I could have shared with you, if I had only complied and submitted. Even if it is something gross and disgusting to me, I rather do that, a thousand times more than watching you close a door to me, and open it to her. “

“And what if I specifically want a girl to enjoy herself, and not feel disgusted by this… whatever… act? What if that is important to me?”

“Then I must learn to put aside my disgust. Marcy told me about that. She says that most types of disgust are just social constructs. After all those years of conditioning, people never reconsidered their disgust. It becomes an automaton, they simply shut down if the subject even comes close. But when your husband wants you to explore it again, to open your mind and review your own opinionation about it, you should genuinely take the experience in as a new phenomenon, unbiased. After all, if your man wants to explore it, the man who you love and respect, it cannot be that bad after all, can it?”