Sex Toy Tales: Tales

We are in bed, in our bedroom. I sit upright in bed, a pillow on my knees. My wife of thirty-five years kneels on the bed, her head on the pillow. With my left hand, I caress her hair, the back of her neck, her back, her arms. With my right hand, I gently rub her pussy and her clitoris. Because she is kneeling, her ass in the air, her clitoris is fully exposed to my fingers. I put my right thumb into her pussy, while circling her clitoris with my right index finger. Sometimes I put a thick dildo in her pussy, gently pushing it in and out with my left hand while my right hand excites her clitoris. Her face is turned away from me on the pillow, and she doesn't speak. All our communication is through the movements of her body, which are exquisitely picked up by my hands, and especially my fingers. When she reaches orgasm, her pussy contracts strongly on my thumb or the dildo. A little Astroglide, and we can go on like this for twenty minutes.

It wasn't always like this. My wife was raised a Catholic, taught that fucking was for the sole purpose of conceiving children. No “decent Catholic wife” wanted sex just for the pure pleasure of it. I may have taken the girl out of the Church, but I can't completely get the Church out of the girl. Her approach is to try to make me climax as quickly as she does. But I value foreplay at least as much as climax. I enjoy creating good sexual experiences for my wife; it's like the pleasure of creating a good meal. From a variety of ingredients you select a combination that will create a uniquely satisfying experience. So there has always been some sexual tension between us—she reaches orgasm quickly, with a minimum of foreplay, and wants me to be similarly quick; I want to play for twenty or thirty minutes, bringing her to repeated climaxes.

I don't think this tension will ever be fully resolved, but sex toys have played a role in helping to reduce it. Through trial and error, I discovered that my wife's Catholic ethics can be circumvented if she has the opportunity to relinquish control. For example, her favorite fucking position is lying on her stomach while I enter her from the rear. Since I am pressing down on her, she can't move and so has no responsibility for her own or for my orgasms. I can reach under her and finger her clit while I stroke her pussy, and bring her to climax as frequently as I wish.

I had noted that her favorite “guilty pleasure” reading was the sort of romance novel where the innocent virgin is carried off by the pirates and ravaged against her will, only to discover that she actually enjoys the ravishment. Putting together these observations, I conceived the idea of introducing sex toys. The priests may have taught her that sex with one's husband is for procreation, but sex with a toy obviously hasn't any purpose at all…except pleasure.

I began with a campaign of stealth and treachery. My wife enjoys soaking in the tub. At four o'clock one afternoon, I ran her bath water, added her favorite bubbles, and put some wine and cheese on the table next to the tub. I turned on her favorite music and left her to soak. Every ten minutes I came in, kissed her, and checked on her status. After half an hour, I came in with an Aquassager, a little, hand-held waterproof massager. Concealing the Aquassager in my right hand, I knelt beside the tub, leaned her head back, and kissed her deeply. When she began to moan, I gently inserted the Aquassager between her legs. The combination of the warm water and the wine had so relaxed her that the Aquassager quickly found its target and she just as quickly found her climax. I moved the Aquassager to her face and neck for a while, and then began to kiss her deeply again while returning the Aquassager to her pussy and clitoris. This time her climax was so explosive, she sloshed water out of the tub.

In short, my theory had worked: reduce her defenses with hot water and wine and music, then enlist a toy as an aid, and don't give her any choices to make. Since that first success, we've enjoyed other sex toys together. Some things don't change: once I enter her, she wants me to climax quickly. But the preliminary use of sex toys lets us prolong lovemaking, and enjoy a variety of pleasures. I suppose you could rail against the shame injected into an innocent child by the Church and fight to eradicate these deeply held beliefs. But I have found that a little stealth and cunning, coupled with sex toys, works pretty well instead.