I haven't written an "M" story in ages so I'm sure I'm a bit rusty. But I hope it's entertaining and a slight distraction from modern life.

Sibella Learns French

Sibella was nervous but when Adam slipped off his robe, her heart beat even faster, not because of what she wanted to discuss but because she saw he was already aroused and it would be difficult to put him off long enough for them to talk. Any other time she would be shivering in anticipation of their lovemaking and refusing him wouldn't even enter her mind, but tonight…

Adam slipped between the sheets and smiling, pulled her to him. "Let's get rid of this," he said as he began to slide her gown up her thighs.

"Wait!" she said, putting her hands on his broad chest, pushing slightly. "I want to discuss something with you—something important."

Adam looked at her suspiciously, then sat up; Sibella was up to something. "Okay, Sibella. What is it? And why now and not earlier this evening?" Adam had noticed Sibella seemed a little tense all evening, distracted. And when Mrs. George took Noah upstairs, Sibella had kissed her baby goodnight as if it was the last time she'd ever see him. "There's nothing wrong with you, is there?"

"No, no, nothing like that; I'm fine. It's, well…" Her mouth went dry and she had to lick her lips. But Sibella was determined to broach the subject with her husband; better now than six children from now. "Today we had our ladies' guild meeting." Sibella waited but Adam said nothing, just watched her carefully. "Well, we were discussing the spring fundraiser and suddenly Patty Broward broke into tears for what seemed like no reason. Turns out she was so upset because…well, because she lost a tooth. This one." Sibella pointed to her right incisor but Adam said nothing. "It's her second baby and Millicent Raymond said she had better get used to it, that a woman loses a tooth for every child and if she keeps up her 'rabbiting', in a few years she'll be toothless." Sibella waited, siting back on her heels.

"That would make Chet happy. At least he won't have to worry about her scraping his cock with her teeth in their old age."

Sibella pursed her lips to keep from laughing as the image of a toothless Patty going down on her husband seemed funny. And she wondered if Chet Broward smelled bad down there or if Patty gagged or greedily swallowed his emissions. But Sibella knew she needed to be offended to make her point. "That's not very funny, Adam."

"Well, I apologize if I insulted your sensibilities, but what has Patty Broward's dental issues to do with us?"

"Well…" Sibella's cheeks flushed as she began to talk, leaning forward to make her point. Adam knew something was coming he wouldn't like. His wife prided herself on her forward thinking, on being an advocate for women's rights even to the detriment of others', particularly men's rights. Many times, Adam tried to emphasize that men and women, husbands and wives, can both work for the same thing without being adversaries; rights should not be won by taking them away from others. But Sibella would raise her chin and remain silent; she had been spoiled and indulged by her parents and Adam wanted and tried to do the same, give her everything she wanted but sometimes he felt what she wanted was far-fetched if not outlandish.

"We all started talking—-well, they talked, I listened-about how many times their husbands wanted or demanded coitus—can you believe that Adam? Demanded! Clara Driscoll said her husband just lifts her night gown, does his business and that is that—not even a kiss or anything after. She's expecting her third child and said…" Adam stopped her.

"Sibella, I'm not interested in gossip. I'd rather not hear what goes on in other people's bedrooms."

"But what I'm trying to tell you is that I told them there are ways, I mean they hadn't even heard about pessaries, what they are and how to use them. And…did you know, Adam, that they actually have sheaths made out of thin rubber that a man can wear over his…" She motioned toward Adam's crotch where it was very obvious that their talk had only aroused him more. "Over his…"

"Cock?" Adam offered. Sibella blushed slightly; it was such a vulgar term but then, weren't all the words referring to genitalia vulgar? And what was worse, Adam was amused at her reaction.

"Well, yes. But why do you have to call it that?"

He reached out for Sibella and pulled her to him; she always loved the way he could move her around on the bed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms but at the same time, she realized how physically overpowering he could be. He had a primal energy about him and seemed to radiate some type of animal heat she couldn't resist; she wanted to duck her head and swallow his turgid "cock" and taste his slightly salty seed while smelling the musky tang of his skin. His voice was warm and seductive as he looked down at her. "And what would you prefer I call it? Would you like to choose a name, Sibella? Something that's a code between us that you could say at a gathering or even in church and no one would know you were asking to be fucked as soon as we were alone?"

"Adam, I…" Sibella felt herself go weak in her husband's embrace. With one hand he pushed her gown off one shoulder, exposing her breast. She felt his hot mouth on her neck, his lips traveling down to her breast. She held her breath, waiting to feel his lips pull the tender nipple into his mouth…

"Adam, I want to talk about this! Please! It's important." Sibella pushed herself from Adam's embrace, raising her gown back up although her heart was thumping wildly and she felt herself moisten just thinking about their coupling.

With a sigh, Adam sat back against the headboard and Sibella again marveled at the vast differences between men and women. Her husband sat completely exposed, his erection, proud, and in the same situation, she made certain she was fully covered; the only time she could allow herself such freedom with her body was when Adam enjoyed her and delighted in her body and the pleasure it gave both of them. "Okay, Sibella. If it's that important to you."

"It is. I want…well, I'm not saying I don't want any more children but…"

"Oh, good, because I was counting on you giving me about 11 more—-an even dozen-five more boys and six girls." Sibella noticed he was slowly losing his hardness and she didn't know if she was glad or not. It did mean he was listening to her but it might also mean that it was going to be a cold night between them. They had never really spoken about more children.

"Adam, please don't joke about this. There's a doctor in Carson City that will fit a woman for a pessary and if I have one, I can, well, insert it…up there and it can keep me from becoming…enceinte."

Adam chuckled. "Seems so much more polite in French, doesn't it?" Sibella said nothing, just waited. "If that's what you want, I'll take you next week, next Thursday. But I read Casanova would shove a lemon half up his lover's cunt for the same reason. Do we have any lemons?"

"You know we don't and even if we did, I wouldn't do it. Really, Adam! For a woman, not worrying about a child every time she and her husband…." Sibella searched for the word she wanted, one that was "polite" if such a word existed.

"Fuck, Sibella. Fuck. Why can't you say the word? You're more than happy to do it and I'm happy to oblige you but you can say it with me. We're alone, Try it." He was urging her to say that ugly word, inveigling her with his deep voice and mischievous half smile; Sibella wondered if this was how Eve was so easily seduced by the serpent and with that, she glanced down and saw that Adam was now harder than earlier. She felt herself go weak. "Or if it makes you feel better, use the French words, 'rapport sexuel'. So polite, so nice but it just means fuck."

"There's no need to be so…all right…fuck. There. I said it." Adam smiled-a nasty smile, in her opinion. "But it is important that women be able to control how many children they have."

"I'm sure it is, Sibella, but you know there are other ways for a man and a woman to satisfy each other." Adam moved toward Sibella and once again she thought of how he could raise her to such heights of ecstasy that she felt she had left her body. What did the French call it? The little death-la petite mort. He could do the most wonderful things with his tongue and his fingers but no matter what, it was never as good as when she was filled with him; that feeling was the ultimate pleasure. "Now," Adam said, "take this off and I'll show you something new." Sibella raised her arms like an obedient child while Adam rolled her gown off over her head and she sat before him exposed. She was tempted to cover her breasts but he would only laugh and tease her about false modesty, reminding her of the times she threw her bare legs over his shoulders to give him better access to her. Adam gently pushed her down on her back, pulling her legs out from under her. She felt like a sacrifice in some way, expected him to tie her down—but he didn't. After all, there was no need; she was always a more than willing participant in any sexual romp or adventure.

"Now, I heard that Europeans have another way to prevent unwanted pregnancies." Adam looked down at his wide-eyed wife and grinned. "Would you like to know what it is although I don't think there's a polite word for it even though I'm sure there's a French term." Sibella's breathing became rough; she wondered what he was going to suggest. "Are you willing? You can stop me anytime you want."

"I…I don't know…what is it?" She closed her eyes to better enjoy Adam's hands moving over her tingling flesh, caressing her breasts, his lips on her stomach and then the inside of her thighs. "Yes…yes. I'm willing…" Sibella opened her eyes as suddenly, Adam stopped and the mattress shifted. He had left the bed and gone to her vanity where he found a jar of her face cream.

"This will do," Adam said and turning to Sibella, he held up the jar and grinned.

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While Adam washed himself, Sibella lay on her belly, recovering from the spasms of pleasure that had shaken her to the bone, made her cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure that she had never before experienced. Never in her wildest imagination, in any of her sexual fantasies had she ever entertained such a thing. But when Adam returned to the bed, caressing her buttocks, even nipping at one, and then pulled her into his arms, Sibella could only kiss his chest, wrap her arms about his neck and deeply sigh with satisfaction as he whispered his love for her. And as she felt sleep come for her, Sibella thought about what she and Adam had just done and decided that she would share with the other women her experience with a pessary, but this act she would keep to herself. And if it so happened it was French in origin, well, vive la France!

~ Finis ~