Just Think of Queen and Country

My parents were old school from England and, I’m sure, wished that Victoria was still Queen. Talk about being sexually repressed, just before we got married my Mum told me about my wifely duty. She said that my husband would want to do things she couldn’t talk about abut that I could get through it by just thinking about Queen and Country. Soon, she said, I’d get kind of used to it. If I wanted a good marriage I’d need to give in to him whenever he wanted it and to do whatever he asked for.

That’s it. That was the marriage sex talk. I’d gone to good conservative Catholic schools, girls only, in London {Ontario, Canada} and my folks wouldn’t allow dating until I was 18 so my socialization had been severely limited. From my parents I got insinuations that sex was something terrible, to be avoided at all costs until I married. Actually, they didn’t actually mention sex, they just referred to it as “that!” From my friends at school I got an even more misleading advice, ranging from “It is so incredibly fantastic and romantic.” To “It’s horrible. Don’t do it unless you have to.” From the Nuns at school I got my hands slapped by a ruler if I so much as inferred anything about sex. Consequently, when I married I was totally unprepared.

It wasn’t really an arranged marriage. He was one of the group that would come to our house to study together for classes at business school. I was studying to be a secretary and he was going to be a bookkeeper. Mum and Daddy thought he’d make a good husband after they checked him and his parents out thoroughly. Actually it’s worked out very well. We’ve been married for twenty-three years now. I think that not having to deal with romantic love at the first allowed us to become good friends. Love developed over time.

Mort was just as prepared for marital sex as I was. The advice he’d gotten from his chums was “The husband is the boss. It’s your right to have sex whenever you want.” I didn’t even discover Vaseline until we’d been married for a month, a very sore month indeed. Needless to say, sex wasn’t at the top of the list of my favorite things, at least not back then.

By the way, did you hear about the newly married couple who didn’t know the difference between Vaseline and putty? ……. All their windows fell out.

About ten years ago Mort had to attend a training class in Akron Ohio for two weeks. Mum and Da arranged his vacation so they could take the kids with them to Victoria so we were as free as birds. We arranged to stay with some old friends who happened to live in Akron.

Bob and Bev were great hosts. We rediscovered how wonderful it was to talk about things freely and openly. They didn’t own a TV so talking was our entertainment. On the third or fourth day, both Mort and I were having gastric problems. We just made it back to Bob and Bev’s in time. Mort grabbed the hallway bathroom while I used the master bath just off Bev’s bedroom. I picked up a magazine from the back of the toilet to occupy myself while I was indisposed. Much to my surprise it was full of stories and pictures of people having sex, lots of people having lots of sex. They had left their FMC newsletter out.

Talk about shocked. I couldn’t believe that anyone would read such stuff, let alone our old friends. The shock must have shown on my face when I finally joined Mort in the living room. Of course I couldn’t tell him. We never talked about such things.

Later, when Bev came home from work she noticed a change in my attitude and pulled me off to the back yard to talk. She finally got me to admit that I’d read part of their newsletter. She laughed. I asked her why she let her husband read such things. She laughed again and said she read it too. She surprised me by saying that it spiced up their sex life. It disturbed me that, apparently, she actually enjoyed sex more than Bob did. Was it that I was disappointed in her or that I must be missing something?

I must admit that the stories I’d read gave me strange feelings inside. Some, especially, titillated me, those by women who obviously enjoyed sex. I was very curious but also very confused.

Later, after dinner, Bev walked into the living room where Mort, Bob, and I were talking. Much to my chagrin, she handed Mort one of the newsletters and announced to Bob that their secret life was out. Adding to my chagrin, Mort appeared totally absorbed in the damned thing. They shocked me even more when Bev pointed out a story in the magazine that was about her and Bob having sex with two other couples. Needless to say, we talked into the wee hours of the night about it. It didn’t surprise me that Mort really took to the idea of sharing sex but even I felt a kind of morbid interest in it. He asked most of the questions but I listened very carefully.

Lying in bed, unable to sleep thinking about all of this, I heard Bev yelling loudly: “Oh yes… Yes… fuck me, Bob … Ohhhhhhhhhhh I’m cumming, Yesssssss.” She sounded like she was going through what Mort does when we have sex. I wondered if women really could have an orgasm. I wondered if I could. I wondered what it would feel like.

The next day, Thursday, Bev gave me a stack of about half a dozen newsletters. She had put in a bookmark where her story was and had noted in the margins the people they knew who were in the stories or in the news articles. My feelings were very strange. As I read I felt on the one hand a fascination with the ideas but at the same time my fingers burned with the thought that I shouldn’t be reading such trash. I still read them, thoroughly.

That evening Bob and Bev regaled us by recalling adventures they have had with the club. They made clear the difference between sex and love and that sharing had had a very positive influence on their marriage. A friend of theirs, Margo, popped in for a while and assured us that all they had told us was true and that she and her husband had had sex with Bob and Bev many times. “It was fun.” She blurted out with a grin from ear to ear. “Wouldn’t you like to try it?” looking right at me. “Everyone ought to try things at least once.” I turned beet red. “Don’t worry.” She said as she left. “It won’t break up your marriage. It might improve it.” All I could do was turn beet red and smile a forced smile.

I turned just as red later in the evening when Mort responded to Bob’s direct question with a big grin “Yes, I really would like to try it.” When Bev asked me, my feelings were very mixed, leaning heavily towards a kind of rejected feeling. Mort told me that it was OK for me to do it. That made me feel both better and worse. He added: “Mave, I want you to do it.” Always the dutiful wife, I just nodded my head in assent. Bob gave me a soft kiss on the lips and told me that he found me very desirable. I blushed again but it felt very nice that someone would compliment me. “Don’t worry, Angie. We’ll take it slowly and won’t do anything your aren’t ready for.” I was so incredibly mixed up that I knew I wouldn’t sleep well that night. As we were getting ready for bed we heard Bev screaming through another orgasm which led to Mort and I having sex. For the very first time ever, I felt some good feelings as we did it, more than just the feelings of closeness I normally felt. Mort really came strongly and I felt disappointed when he turned over and went to sleep. About twenty minutes later I felt even more deprived as Bev was in good voice again.

Since arriving in Akron, I’d been a bit disturbed by Bob and Bev’s casual attitude towards nudity. Once she had walked past Mort and me in the hall, nude, to let the cat out. Mort wanted sex right after that. The next morning, after our talk, they were even more blatant. Bob was in the kitchen nude starting the coffee. He walked right by me on his way to their bedroom without showing any embarrassment at all. My embarrassment more than made up for the lack of his.

After a quick breakfast Bev drove Mort and me to a medical clinic where the nurse took smears and drew some blood. She really didn’t say why and I was too embarrassed to ask.

That day, I continued to read the newsletters. I read and reread Bob and Bev’s story, amazed that they would do such things, let alone write about them. Thinking it through, I really didn’t want to do it but since Mort did, I should accede to his desires, my wifely duty. Boy have things changed since then. We had graduated to KY jelly and I figured that since I really didn’t relate love to sex anyway, I could just pretend that I was just giving in to Bob, think of Queen and Country just as I did with Mort. Boy was I mistaken.

Bob got home very early that day. He sat me down and told me that he and Bev had talked to Mort and they figured that he and I needed to get together and work things out before Mort did anything. Since I was the least enthusiastic we should explore things first. That way, if things didn’t work out I wouldn’t have to be concerned with anything Mort had done.

I asked him if that meant that we were going to have sex now. He answered: “Only if it is OK with you.” I paused a moment, reviewing the turmoil inside me then said” “OK” I screwed up my courage then just like with Mort, I pulled off my sweats and leaned back into the couch for him to take me. I was scared to death but Mort wanted it so I got ready for Bob.

“no no no no no.” He said with a smile. “We don’t do things that way. We need lots of foreplay before we actually get together.” He must have seen the confusion in my eyes. He tugged me to stand and took me into his arms, holding me. He nibbled my ear and nuzzled my neck, sending strange feelings down my spine. His fingers, tickling my back generated more strange feelings inside me, confusing me. His fingers and lips were doing very strange things to me. Our first kiss was just a light brush of lips on his way from one side of my neck to the other. As he continued to stimulate me our kisses got more and more involved, longer and more sensuous. Each time he kissed my neck I shivered. Each time he kissed my lips I melted from the body heat he generated.

I was getting very confused. This isn’t how sex is supposed to be, this isn’t how Mort does it. Mort. I thought. Mort would want me to stimulate him. I reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Much to my surprise, he wasn’t even hard. Wasn’t I doing things right for him? I wondered. The strange new feelings flowing through my body confused me even more as he continued to stimulate me with his fingers and lips. My mind slipped gears over and over. During a lucid moment, or was it not a lucid moment I blurted out: “Shouldn’t you get hard so we can get this over with?”

He backed off a bit, looking into my eyes. “No. We won’t just get it over with, Mave, the only way we’ll do this is for both of us to enjoy it so much that neither of us will want it to be over.” I was so confused. His fingers tickling my back were sending waves of very strange feelings through me. His kisses seemed to melt every fibre in my body. What were all these feelings I was experiencing? I thought of how it always was with Mort and had trouble keeping my mind straight. He began to fondle my breasts but not the way Mort always does. He touched them softly, tickled them, fondled my nipples between his fingers causing all sorts of strange rumblings down deep inside me.

Mum’s admonition zoomed through my mind. Queen and Country, Queen and Country. I was doing this to please Mort wasn’t I? He was sending wave after wave of feelings all through me, especially when he kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobes. What an incredible rush I was having. Queen and Country, Queen and Country ran through my mind until his ministrations became too, too much and I finally realized that I was enjoying all this. This realization confused me even more. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it, was I? The turning point came when my mind juxtaposed thoughts of Queen and Country with my memories of Bev screaming out in passion on previous nights. Was this what she was experiencing? Was it my duty to scream too so Bob could be stimulated?

Bob might have been reading my mind. He sat me down on the couch and divested himself of his clothing then sat beside me. I couldn’t help being pleased to see his muscular body and even took a long look at his partially erect penis. I was just thinking of how different his was from Mort’s. His didn’t have any skin over its head. I wondered why. Bob broke my thoughts by taking my hands in his and looking me in the eyes. It sent me over the wall again, shivering and feeling waves of heat all through me. He kissed me lightly, sending me more over the wall in confusing feelings. “This is all strange to you, isn’t it, Mave?”

I nodded. “Just relax and enjoy what we do. I promise you’ll like it.” We kissed again, this time WE kissed, it wasn’t just him. We had surmounted an important hurdle. I did relax and I did begin to enjoy it. We fondled some more. WE fondled and I did enjoy it in a completely unfamiliar way. His fingers on my pussy, lightly tickling, not pushing and shoving sent me over another hurdle. All these strange feelings were pushing my hesitation to the very back of my mind. His touches were causing rhythmic pulsations down below, sending me flying with amazing pleasure. From the beginning I had agreed to let him do me but I was coming to the point that I really wanted him to. The thought embarrassed me terribly but even the embarrassment felt good. Remembering to stimulate him, I took his penis, his now fully erect penis into my hand and instead of fondling him to stimulate him I was enjoying the exploration.

Things were incredibly confusing. I was feeling a panoply of new, strange feelings and thoughts as our hands and lips explored and marveled at the exploration. I found him between my legs, his beautiful penis poised, pointing up towards me, my body a-quiver and pulsing and desiring. He leaned down, softly kissed me then quietly asked me if I would like him to enter me. All I could do was to nod my head. I’d never felt like this before. He inserted just a little way in then kissed me passionately. Were he Mort I would have been thinking “Good, he’s about to get it over with.” But with Bob, it was a pleasure. I was wanting more. His not inserting all the way was a tease. Wanting him in me, I thrusted my hips toward him. He backed away, teasing me, making me want more. We kissed again and I felt him slide all the way into my waiting sheath. It was so smooth, so nice, so desirable.

When our mounds finally met I felt something I’d never felt before. An electric shock flew from my pussy, the very top edge of my pussy all the way to my hair and my toes. That shock was soon replaced by an incredibly intense feeling of pleasure that I had trouble dealing with. It wasn’t just pleasure, it was desire, also. He didn’t just withdraw and re-enter as Mort does. He kept up the pressure on my mound, intensifying my feelings by lateral and circular movements, My feelings continued to rise as he continued. From time to time he would take a few in and out thrusts. Each time he pulled out I felt disappointed but each time he thrust back against my mound and repeated those movements I felt fulfilled.

With my feelings incredibly high, I mused: “So this is an orgasm. I love it.” But a moment later I found out that it wasn’t an orgasm. I felt a real orgasm and really had trouble dealing with it. Every last particle of my body seemed to release at the same time. I couldn’t describe the feelings as it overtook me. My body was like on remote control. I was no longer in charge, I was at the mercy of that wonderful feeling that suffused me from top to bottom. To this day I can close my eyes and remember that wonderful feeling but don’t ask me to describe it. From far away I heard someone yelling out. Was that Bev? I thought. I found out later that it was just me.

How long was I in the clouds? I don’t know. I just remember being taken away with the feelings and being completely out of control. For what might have been seven hours I was in limbo, enjoying every second of it, reveling in those heretofore unfelt pleasures.

Let me take a moment to relive those feelings, Rusty.

Rusty: At this point in telling the story, Mavis just sat there with her eyes closed, obviously reliving the experience. After a few moments she began again.

When I came down from the very first orgasm of my life, I slowly began to realize that Bob was still there. After more time I realized he was still inside me, still adding to my pleasure by softly, slowly, thrusting just a little, very slowly, very sensuously. I just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of my first cum. {I learned that word from the newsletter stories.}

After quite some time I finally realized that Bob hadn’t ejaculated yet. The thought that I had disappointed him, that I’d not done my part seared into my being. “Sorry.” I blurted out, crying with chagrin. “I didn’t do my part… I didn’t make you ejaculate. I…” He just kissed me softly and smiled a very mind melting smile and told me not to worry, that he’d really enjoyed the experience. He told me that not cumming left him free to enjoy my feelings completely. He kissed me again, softly, kindly. I enjoyed your orgasm every bit as much as you did. How could that be? I thought. It was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. It was crazy, a nice crazy, though, that he enjoyed my orgasm without ejaculating. We kissed again several times. I truly did enjoy his soft thrusts into me, I wondered absently why I wasn’t sore since we didn’t use the KY. As I said, I didn’t really understand the physiology of sex. I didn’t understand getting wet when aroused.

After some time of just enjoying being together he asked me if I would like to have another orgasm. I told him that I didn’t think I could handle another right then. He then asked me if I’d like to share his orgasm then. I nodded with a smile.

When he began thrusting into me I got a wonderful warm feeling, kind of like the closeness I feel with Mort but much more intense as we kissed and fondled and fucked. {I couldn’t say that word at that time but I could certainly think it} His warmth and feelings transmitted to me through the kisses and from his penis deep inside me. I enjoyed his rise in arousal very much. It did kind of disappoint me when he announced that he was cumming. I felt a certain affirmation with his jerking about and filling me with his spirit. He was right. I did enjoy sharing his feelings, especially since by then I kind of knew what those feelings were.

As his erection waned and he slipped out of me I felt a disappointment that it was all over. He surprised me by not just turning over and dozing off. He continued to kiss and fondle me and soon we were talking softly about what had happened. What an incredible pleasure, sharing the afterglow together. It was a wonderful first time and I felt so very close to him and to my own, new, feelings.

Later we were having coffee in the kitchen. He had asked me not to get dressed so sitting there nude, talking about things was very erotic and very strange. He mentioned that Bev and I were going to enjoy teaching Mort how to make love.

I still treasure the image of Mort’s face when he walked in the back door and saw Bob and me sitting nude at the table. Remembering that I still had Bob’s semen inside me gave me a little thrill. Indeed, it was a lot of fun teaching Mort how to please a woman. Shortly thereafter, Mort got his first lesson from Bev. I told him to do exactly what she told him. I kissed him as I sent him off with Bev while Bob and I moved to the rec room.

Bev did teach him well. He wasn’t really thoughtless, he just hadn’t known any better. That three hour lesson gave Bob and me time to experiment with oral sex. It wasn’t nasty after all. I learned to love both giving and receiving. When Bev began moaning we quickly went to the bedroom door in time to see Mort banging into Bev as her moans gave way to another series of screams. What a thrill to see him pleasuring Bev. We took the opportunity to peek in on them from time to time in between our experimentation.

I learned so much that day and apparently, so did Mort. That night I got the benefits of Bev’s instruction. Mort satisfied me as he’d never done before.

The next four days were crowded with new discoveries and lots of sex. We played with two other couples, friends of theirs, and ended up in a group orgy that they set up for us. I had no idea just how may ways people can think of to make love.

Our marriage has been far more interesting and solid since our visit with Bev and Bob. We found a very active FMC chapter in the London area so were able to continue our experiences back at home.

I’m so sad but have to laugh when I think of how much time I had wasted just thinking of Queen and Country.