Mary couldn't sleep. She was in deep distress not knowing what to do. She lay on her bed hearing the light snores of her husband whom she loved deeply but now was part of her big trouble.
Her daughter Lucy had come to her just before bedtime crying.
"Oh mother, my fiancé says that he can't marry me without knowing what I look like. He says he can't buy a pig in a poke. He wants to see me without all these baggy clothes."
Mary had promised her to find a solution. She had thought about to talk to her husband but had abandoned the idea.
Her beloved husband was a clergyman of the old, hardnosed school. He was truly religious and the bible was his law. He also loved their daughter beyond everything perhaps even more than he loved his God. But he was extremely protective about her in the old religious way. She had to wear long baggy dresses buttoned tightly at the neck and she was never allowed to be alone with a young man or any man for that matter.
Lately when she somehow had found this nice young man, a young priest too, and were supposed to get married he had allowed them to be together alone in a room in their house but the door had to be open and either he or Mary should be sitting just outside. Mary thought that at least some grouping had taken place which was far more than before Mary got married. Her husband being extremely strict at that time had not asked for or demanded any physical contact whatsoever. She smiled inwardly at his astonishment and joy when he at the wedding night and the nights to follow slowly had discovered her charms which were considerable.
His hardnosed opinions had not included in full what can go on in the marital bed, thank heaven Mary thought with another inward smile. Well, he had brought with him several severe opinions and restrictions but the hardnosed opinions were accompanied by a likewise hardnosed love wand with demands of its own.
Mary again smiled at how she had had to work very hard to overcome his opinions and what a long time it had taken. But it was worth it. Yes, it really was, she thought.
Mary was deeply religious too. She was the daughter of a bishop and had been given a thorough upbringing in the religious home. But her mother was a very wise woman. She and her bishop had an excellent married life and she truly believed that a good marriage was dependent on good sex. She had taught Mary as much as possible before the wedding, of course without including a man. She strongly believed that a woman should be a true virgin at the wedding night but that the bride should know as much as possible especially if the man was supposed to be ignorant.
Which really was the case with Mary's husband. So some weeks before Mary's wedding night her mother secretly let her into the parent's bedchamber and hid her behind the curtains. Mary at first got frightened over the vigorous pounding the bishop did lying on top of his wife and from what she thought were cries of pain coming from her. But as the pounding went on Mary slowly began to understand that it were cries of pleasure and joy. She also was able to see how her mother moved her body and adjusted to her husband's movements but also steered them. When they reached a violent, mutual climax Mary was convinced and understood in full what her mother had told her about the importance of good sex.
The bishop soon fell asleep. Her mother rose from the bed and led Mary out of the room. They had a lengthy talk about what Mary had seen and her mother pointed out important things, some of which Mary already had seen but now got to understand the full meaning of.
The mother smilingly concluded the session by saying that Mary had to get a good nights rest because she should be back the following evening. Her mother's smile deepened in anticipation of that.
Mary spent several nights watching her parents. She got very impressed of their stamina and interest in each other. It seemed like they made love every night, still after twenty years of marriage.
Her mother had planned a thorough series of lectures to take her through the topic. Mary was shown how to caress a man's body not only with her hands but using all of her body, hair, face, both sets of lips and of course the breasts. She was shown how to give head, the many variations when receiving a man lying on her back, how to receive a man from behind both lying down, standing on all fours and bending over the bed stand and finally how to mount and ride the rigid cock both facing the man getting the boobs fondled and facing away from him getting the ass cheeks mauled. After every session she had a talk with her mother who was keen to answer all her questions and point out all the finer details.
Mary smiled at the memories where she lay in her bed unable to sleep. She was especially grateful that her mother had showed her how to ride the cock facing away from her husband. Her mother had said that it might be very useful but without elaborating the subject.
Mary thought back about all the steps and all the work she had put in to get her sex life as good as her mother's. She thought that she had reached that goal except for one thing.
Mary's husband had come to the marital bed totally ignorant but with very strict rules. Although Mary didn't knew them in detail her mother had taught her enough of what could be expected from a hardnosed clerical man of the old school and had been able to adjust to that giving them a lovely first night together. Her husband had the opinion that the woman should be passive and just receive what was given to her. Mary had quickly understood that and had moved with utterly care adjusting only to give pleasure. She had slowly convinced him that his rigid opinions hampered his possibilities to get enjoyment. In many small steps without saying a word she had made him find out what utterly pleasures could be given by an active woman. It had taken her a month to fully reach that goal and to be allowed to do what she felt was right for both of them and to be as noisy as she liked, which was plenty.
Then she had started to work on the next goal. Another opinion of the vicar was that the missionary was the only permitted way of making love. Mary thought that she had used every possible trick in that position and wanted to move on although she got more than satisfied every time. The vicar had developed a marvelous sex drive and took her thoroughly every night and sometimes in the mornings too. It was very much to Mary's liking. But she wanted more.
