I could hardly wait to tell my mother just how well her idea had worked with my new husband, so it wad not long the next day before I found myself alone with her. I told her how incredible it was having my husband make love to me with the strap-on, and how exciting it had been to have him simulate his own orgasm, knowing that it was really still denied to him. When I told her that I was thinking of having him always use the strap-on to the exclusion of his penis, she smiled and told me: "I am happy that you are discovering some of the advantages of keeping a man chaste. You will find many more as you continue."
"Please, mom," I replied, "I don't want to wait to know more. You have so much experience in this; won't you tell me more right now?" "Very well," she sighed, "I will tell you some of the benefits that I have found. Most obviously, postponing ejaculation removes the bother of implementing another method of birth control. But, we all know what a mess semen makes, and it is a pleasure not having to clean it out, clean it up, or clean it off."
We girls shared a giggle together, and she continued: "A man who is long denied orgasm is always ready for sex, whenever you command or permit it, and he is usually eager and able to continue for as long as you please. Without an ejaculation to work towards, he can concentrate all his efforts on the woman's pleasure, which is only proper."
"Of course, we have seen that the penis of a man who is teased and aroused but not made to come often drips with the sweet and delicious clear fluid I call 'male nectar'. A woman should always be trying different ways to get her man to emit more and more, always being ever so careful never to allow any semen to escape. You should talk about his ejaculation frequently, as if it is going to be permitted very soon, but always put it off just a little bit more. It is so much more fun keeping all that semen trapped inside him. You will find that keeping him in a constant state of unsatisfied lust is the sweetest part of marital sex."
"Also, his obedience will extend into all other areas of your marriage, and he will always be aware that you are his Master. Locked up in the chastity device, infidelity on his part will be out of the question, but he must accept it if you wish to take another lover."
"I don't think that will be necessary," I said. "I love my husband, and I am enjoying our sexual activities so much."
"Do not rule it out," she said. I think you would really enjoy a 'double fucking'."
"A 'double fucking'? What is that?" I asked.
She replied: "If you were to take a new lover, you would lie on your side, and he would lie behind you, entering you from behind. Your husband would lie on his side facing you, still locked in the chastity device, of course. I would lie behind him, and enter him anally with our big strap-on. Both you and your husband would be fucked vigorously at the same time, while you held and kissed each other."
"What a wonderful idea!" I exclaimed. "It sounds like another intimate and erotic experience to share with the man I love."
My mother smiled at me, saying: "I only want you to have the best marriage possible."
"Oh mom," I said, "I can't thank you enough for all you have taught me, but there is something else I must ask you. Everything we have done together with my husband has turned me on like nothing before, but has always been followed by the best sex of my life. Haven't you been just as aroused? How can you stand it?"
"You're right," she replied, "I have been aroused, and terribly so. It has been a small price to pay for your happiness, but I appreciate your concern."
"I love you so much," I said, "and I don't want you to suffer. Would.......... would you like my husband to make love to you?"
She sat down beside me on the couch and put her arms around me. "Thank you for offering, but I could never ask for that. He is your husband, and I could not take any part of him away from you so soon in your marriage."
"But you didn't ask; I am offering," I responded, "and you are not taking anything from me that I don't want to give. If his genitals remain locked up throughout, the most important thing remains mine and only mine forever. Anyway, I..........." I stopped, feeling myself blush.
"What is it, dear?" my mother asked. "After all we have done together, we are so close that you can tell me anything."
"If my husband makes love to you," I said, I...........I would like to watch."
"Oh my darling," she whispered, kissing me, " I wouldn't have it any other way."
Later that day, she ordered my husband to undress before us, and he was quick to comply as usual. When she removed her skirt and I handed her the strap-on, he probably guessed wrongly what would happen next. When my mother strapped the well-lubed rubber tool onto him, and then removed her panties and lay back on the bed, he seemed truly surprised. When she pulled her knees back and apart, and held out her arms to him, he looked over to me for guidance. I smiled and nodded my approval, and he was quick to grasp what was required of him, kneeling on the bed over her.
"Wait," I said, observing his difficulty in aiming the strap-on. "Let me help." I moved in close behind them and looked between their legs to assist. I had not seen my mother naked in a long time, and I had never seen her genitals this close before. Her pubic hair was the same color as mine, but streaked with some gray. To my surprise, she kept it trimmed short, affording me a clear view of the rest. Her labia were thick and wide like mine, but somewhat darker in color, and with more wrinkles. But while mine were usually pressed together, hers were well-parted, and I could see into the wet pink interior, which was visibly contracting with anticipation.
Suddenly, I was awash in jealousy, unable to bear the thought of my husband's penis plunging into the hot and moist center of so luscious a receptacle. Glancing above, I was greatly relieved to see the chastity device still locked securely around his penis, and my jealousy was swept away by feelings of gratitude and affection for my mother. Giving in to my emotions, I placed a quick but juicy kiss on the exposed tip of the large clitoris that peeked out from the uppermost portion of the labia. I heard my mother gasp in surprise, but before she could say anything else, I opened the lips wide with my fingers and grasped the dangling phallus with my other hand, placing the large head just within the opening. Keeping the labia well-spread, I placed a hand on my husband's buttocks to urge him forward. My mother gave a loud sigh of pleasure as it slowly penetrated to the hilt. Holding my position a moment longer, I was rewarded by the delightful sight of the lips stretched wide and clinging tightly around their thick rubber prize as it started to withdraw. My husband made good use of the skills he learned using the strap-on on me yesterday, and soon had her moaning and working her hips in sync with his thrusts. He pumped long and hard until she screamed out in the ecstasy of an intense female orgasm. Wisely, he continued to stroke until her orgasm was complete before collapsing exhausted on top of her, with the strap-on still buried deep inside.
I smiled at another similarity between my mother and I: we were both so very vocal and loud when we came. But when he then kissed my mother, and whispered something that made her laugh, my smile disappeared as a wave of jealousy came flooding back. I fought to hide my anger, for I did not want to ruin her well-earned sweet experience, and after all, this had been my idea. Suddenly, I realized that she had already shown me the answer to this sort of problem. The next time I allowed my husband to make love to her, I would first make use of the enema bag, strap-on, and locking butt plug exactly as she had demonstrated two days ago. With a load of soapy water locked inside his bowels, he would have a strong but different motive for sexually satisfying her, but he would also be much, much less inclined to linger afterwards in a romantic interlude.
I held back a wicked grin as I imagined myself wearing the strap-on, vigorously churning the soapy solution within him before strapping and locking the plug in place. Despite the wild events of the last few days, I suspected that the best sex in my marriage still lay ahead.
To be continued?
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J.F. Mann
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