“Your shaft slides very easily into my nether hole, my dear. And I must say that I am much more delicate than you. So love, just relax and enjoy it as I do.” She paused, leaned forward, and breathed her hot fire onto his neck. “It’s blissful to feel that chamber filled.” Then she pressed her body into his, and said in a sultry voice, “You needn’t worry, dear, I used my special gel. You do remember the pearls?” Then she rose up and probed the tip of the toy more forcibly, penetrating the entrance to his forbidden door.

“Ah, no,” he said under protest again.

“Enjoy it Newland. You’re mine.” And without delay, she began moving her hips so that the toy eased more deeply inside him.

“Oh, May, I can’t—” Yet he began moving his hips in rhythm with hers, allowing her to push the toy deeper inside him. The sensation was erotic, wild, and filled him with a new kind of pleasure. He had enjoyed the delicate finger of a lover before, but the size of this toy dwarfed a puny digit.

May continued to stroke his rampant member in beat with the gentle movement of her hips. “Husband, I do not think your shaft has ever been this hard. I do believe you enjoy being my bride.” Soon the toy was thrusting its length inside him, sliding freely with the magical gel, and Newland was grunting with unbridled passion. Whenever she sensed he was on the edge of climaxing, she would release his member. However, she would continue her thrusts, taunting him, enflaming him. And like riding her stallion, she rode Newland until he could sustain no longer.

“Oh, May. I cannot bear it,” he said. “Please let me . . .”

She beat his member a few more strokes as she glided the faux member in and out of his nether region, and then in a tumultuous explosion, he released his seed into her hand, shuddering as though the world had crumbled. She slowed the thrusting in his back cavity, and when he finished shuddering, she removed the toy.

Some moments later, Newland finally stood erect, and faced his wife, his powers of speech gone.

“There now,” she said. “I thought perhaps you needed some of my guidance.”

He leaned forward, took her into his arms, and kissed her. When the kiss ended, he said, “How might I pleasure you, dearest?”

“We have guests. I think I can wait until this evening when we are quite alone. But rest assured that you will have to pleasure my forbidden door as I pleasured yours.”

They dressed and soon parted company. She joined the women in the drawing room, while Newland retired to the library to join Mr. Jackson. Indeed, May had proven herself to be a person of equal stature to Newland. But Newland also knew that May was desperate to show him that she was an equal to her cousin Ellen—no, a better woman than Ellen.