Implications on my marriage

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

Even though my shot had quenched my wild thirst in the pleasure of rediscovery of my wife’s pussy, I stayed on top and remained inserted into her for a few minutes in the comfort of her spread loins as I enjoyed both the afterglow of my own orgasm, as well as the involuntary trembles in her denied crotch. Then I withdrew, and she uttered a whine of distress. As I got up and got dressed again, she stayed down. It was obvious that she was still smoking hot, and that only the power of my second rule kept her from continuing play on her pussy herself. She said:

“So where does this leave us? Look, I understand now that those years haven’t been easy on you… and I really want to make an effort to change things. Do you really intend to use your new rights on me?”

“Well, let’s see. I would think that the last time we had sex was when Jason was about two years old, don’t you think? He’s going to be 11 next month… so we are talking about 9 years, don’t you agree?”

She nodded, but didn’t utter a word. I guess she knew the bitter verdict that was about to come. But boy, did I enjoy spelling out every word of her current predicament:

“So if you denied me the pleasure of your body for nine years, I guess it is only fair that I should impose a similar period of abstention on you? “

Even though she had seen it coming, she still gasped and swallowed hard when she heard the actual words. A rush of blood ran through her cheecks. I immensely enjoyed the way she lowered her eyes to avoid my sardonic smile. She uttered:

“But… honey… that is NOT fair! I know you enjoyed your little porn sessions… I pretended I didn’t know, but of course I did! You didn’t really abstain for nine years…!”

I just shrugged, and replied as I buttoned up my shirt: “That’s absolutely true. And I don’t expect you to, either. You can go out and find some other guy to give you permission. It’s just that I won’t. “

She was stunned in shock. “Someone else? What do you mean? “

“Well, there’s plenty of guys out there who would be happy to fuck you, and some would even allow you to cum as a reward. All you have to do is get out there and find them.”

“But, Gary! I love you, and only you! I vowed to be faithful to you on our wedding day… surely you don’t expect me to go out there and prostitute myself for an orgasm? “

I shrugged again. “I don’t expect anything in particular. I’m just laying out your options for you. “

“There is no way in the world I’m going to do that. It’s just disgusting! I’m not an adultress, it is you I vowed to be faithful to!”

It was obvious that she didn’t know much yet about the power of sexual desire; after all, she had lived most of her life without it. Well, she would soon; but there was no need now to try to make her see. So I just smiled at her, and said:

“And that is exactly why I love you so much, my little Helen darling. You don’t have a clue how much I appreciate your commitment and fidelity! “

Our mouth met in yet another tender kiss. She felt hot and eager in my arms, and she trembled slightlyas she pressed her body against mine. Then I pushed her away, and said:

“Actually I’m pretty hungry. You should get to the kitchen now and fetch dinner.”

She reacted as if a bee had stung her. All through our marriage, we had lived by the rule that we shared the household chores equally between us; and according to our schedule, today was my turn. But she realized that starting a fight with the only man who could quench this new fire in her loins probably wasn’t her optimal choice right now. Even though her eyes spat fire at me, she didn’t say a word, and just got up and went to the kitchen.

As she started cooking, I went up to the attic. I hadn’t seen the box for so long, that I had some trouble finding it in the mess that any attic becomes over the course of a few unattended years; but in the end I did. It was trapped between an old matrix printer and a set of garden chairs. I wiggled it out, blew off the dust, and opened it. It was like a relic from another era. In the early days of our marriage, I had held hopes that I could somehow cure the frigidity of my wife. One effort had been the purchase of some toys from an adult store. I had only tried them out once, and it had been a horrible failure; the day after I had put them in this box and taken it to the attic, where it had been ever since. Now an old style vibrator, a pair of geisha balls and a silicone dildo stared back at me. I pushed the ‘on’ button of the vibrator. Nothing happened. The geisha balls where metallic, and when I blew the dust off them, rust marks came out underneath. They obviously couldn’t be inserted into any intimate place anymore. There was a rift in the dildo, and the silicone had leaked out and clotted into an undefinable plaque on the bottom of the box. I closed the box, put it back where I had found it, and returned to the living room.

Cooking sounds still came from the kitchen. I flipped open the laptop and googled for “adult toys” and clicked the third of the long list of web shops which appeared, offering 12 hour delivery. I picked replacements for the broken items in the box and put them in my basket; but just as I was about to click on the “Go to register” button, my eyes fell on the “Other customers also bought” section at the bottom of the page. I recognized the item from the movies, but had never considered it might become a part of my wretched sex life… a plump head on a foot-long shaft, a power plug and some controls on the shaft. An Hitachi wand. I clicked on it. The girls in the movies always went crazy about it, but I had no idea if that was for real or just their acting skills. Ah well, what the heck? It was worth a try, and if I wanted to take my wife on the journey of discovery of her own arousal, I should make a try, shouldn’t I? I clicked the “Basket” button, then decided to evade the “Register” button a bit longer and browse around some more. At the bottom of this page were even more interesting items… something called a ‘double dong’, a butt plug, and a pair of nipple clamps were vying for my attention. The butt plug won, and I ordered it as well; and on the bottom of THAT page, even more interesting objects appeared. The web shop did what it was supposed to do, seducing me to buy more and more products, and in the end there were a dozen items in my basket. I took a final revel of them, looking forward to receiving my new arsenal soon, before I paid for them and entered the delivery details. Then I put the laptop away, and went to the kitchen to see why my dinner took so long.