Today was our third wedding anniversary and my husband Edward was unfortunately out of town at yet another conference, although I knew I would see him later I missed him terribly.
I had originally met Edward at a four day conference in Atlanta seven years ago, when we had both introduced ourselves in the foyer of the conference centre, where we both waited alone, it was inevitable we would kind of drifted together.
As I sat reading the loving inscription on the card attached to the wrapping around twenty four red roses, I reminisced how we had sat side by side on the third row at the front of the auditorium whilst listening to the guest speaker boringly translate his latest findings following his latest research in to colorectal cancer.
It had been apparent that we were both obviously uninterested in the lecture and we chatted casually between guest speakers, I soon learned despite him looking too young to be in such a position that Edward was in fact a year away from making up to consultant surgeon in gastroenterology at a large teaching hospital.
I had told him that I had recently been promoted to surgical oncology nurse specialist in the gastroenterologist at the very same hospital and we had both been surprised that our paths had never crossed.
I wouldn't say that I formed an instant attraction to him but I thought he was handsome in a strange kind of way, the way he spoke quietly and calmly was extremely endearing.
I had no particular physical attraction to Asian men however he did intrigue me with his quiet demeanor and chivalrous ways.
We both left the lecture at lunch time and decided to discuss our own theories over an extended lunch and then we had taken a walk in the huge park opposite the conference facility, whilst walking in the park I learned he was thirty four years old, unmarried and originated from Hong Kong.
It seemed we were both booked into the same hotel and on the same flights back home, once we had realized that was the case we had pretty much spent the whole week wining, dining and discussing our field of expertise, we both had similar interests so becoming friends was easy.
We had parted on the Friday afternoon not before exchanges cell numbers and arranging to meet up back home, after we had said our obligatory goodbyes at the airport we separated.
We casually bumped into one another as colleagues several times a week and we soon became lovers, now seven years on we were celebrating our marriage.
We had a happy marriage and our relationship was great, I wouldn't say our sexual relationship was lacking in any way, however I was the more adventurous one whilst Edward was a bit more reserved.
The majority of sexual acts I liked to indulge in during love making were acceptable to Edward; however there were some that were not that recently were causing me frustration. In particular exploration of his back entrance seemed a big no a, given considering our field of work and our joint knowledge in rectal examinations I thought it strange that he would not explore that aspect and I was becoming increasingly frustrated that I could not reciprocate.
Edward Of course had no problem with fingering my ass during love making and appeared to get very aroused pleasuring me that way.
Despite being knowledgeable on the pleasures of prostate massage and saying he was comfortable with us both performing it he was reluctant when I actually tried to reciprocate he would become tense almost nervous, fidgeting and flinching upon feeling my fingers exploring.
I knew that I had to help him overcome his obvious fears in that department, tonight would be different I am sure.
He had planned a restaurant and I a sensual night on his return tonight to celebrate, I had plans of my own for later and tonight I was adamant that he would experience prostate massage.
I had searched the net widely finding articles on how to pleasure a man through prostate massage, determined to make it happen I purchased and already accepted delivery of a large array items that would aid persuasion, knowing after five days away he would be more than ready to enjoy any physical contact.
I had cleaned house and made us a light lunch, when I saw Edward's car pull up the driveway, eager to greet him I started toward the door greeting him as he came through.
We wished each other happy anniversary and started kissing, his hand obviously urgent for more by his kisses becoming more devouring.