This one is for the Love the One ('s) You're With competition. As always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this and Stay Safe!
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My wife Nina and I have only been married six months and the tension between is palpable.
Sometimes when we're sitting eyeing each other you can literally cut the tension with a knife -- especially with the atmosphere in our bedroom.
Now that the pandemic is about to force us to spend all our time together in lockdown, I wondered how we'd manage, hoping beyond hope we'd come out of it still married.
Sex was our main issue.
Mainly the fact that I can never get enough of it, as in, I can get enough of
her.
While my very alluring bride, having been raised in a very strict conservative household, with no serious boyfriend before I came along, admitted that just the idea of getting naked with me made her anxious.
More like ready to crawl out of her skin.
But luckily, since we're still very much in love, I hope we can work things out and find a solution where we can both get what we need. Because there's no way I can be happy without having at least some kind of sex life with my wife.
Since I'd never dream of looking anywhere else to satisfy my needs, I knew we'd have to do whatever we could to help her get over her fear of intimacy.
Believe me, jacking off gets old pretty fast, especially when I've been forced to choke the chicken almost every time I get in the shower, just to take the edge off. My balls are getting so blue I wonder if they're in danger of falling off.
Still, even with our non-existent sex life I'm crazy about her. In addition to being super mart with a great sense of humor, she's got to be the sexiest looking, most beautiful woman alive, with long, dark curly hair, a rockin little body and legs that go on for miles. Literally every time I look at her I want her.
But oddly enough, the thing I noticed about her the first time we met was the teasing sparkle in her big blue eyes. I was at her office for a meeting with a half dozen other people, and I couldn't help it, throughout the entire presentation, I just shamelessly eye-fucked her, knowing I had to see her again or I'd lose my mind. And in that few hours we spent together in that boardroom, I understood what falling in love at first sight meant, because it happened to me the first time I laid eyes on her.
Eager to call her mine, we only dated for six months before we tied the knot, and I felt humbled knowing that I'd be her first. So of course I told her that I had no problem waiting until we were married to finally seal the deal, since that's she wanted.
At least that's what I thought, until our wedding night, when she couldn't bring herself to get out of the bathroom and get in bed with me.
What a night that was.
Completely blindsided, I'd foolishly imagined she was in there donning a sexy nightie and a dash of perfume, and maybe touching up her hair, as eager to get with me as I was with her. While I was waiting in bed with a boner that wouldn't quit, anticipating how fantastic it was going to be to get her naked and finally experience what it would feel like to slide between her legs.
Until it dawned on me, that instead of primping to be with me, she was cowering on the other side of the locked door, sobbing uncontrollably and sounding like she was about to be sick.
So, I got out of bed, pressed my head against the door and quietly persuaded her into coming out, swearing to her that I'd be fine with just holding her and that nothing had to happen.
Which had to be the biggest fucking lie I'd ever told in my life, since all I could think of after six long agonizing months of waiting and hoping, was that I was finally going to get a chance to get busy with my new wife. And believe me, just hugging it out, and listening to her sob, was not how I imagined our wedding night playing out. But at least I got to share a bed with her, even if all we did was sleep, once she finally realized she could trust me not to jump her once she closed her eyes.
On day three of our warm, frustrating tropical honeymo
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n, after a fun-filled day at the beach, with her in a tiny red bikini and me groaning at how sexy she looked, wishing I could get a tiny piece of her -- even just a taste of her nipple, felt like abject torture having her so close, and yet so far away. So, later at dinner that night, I kept re-filling her wine glass with the sangria she seemed to be enjoying, hoping to loosen her up. Then at long last, after a pretty passionate make-out session back in our room, we finally found ourselves naked in bed.
After being deprived of her for what felt like forever, part of me could hardly believe it was happening, and we were skin to skin and about to make love.
Relieved and elated beyond belief that I'd finally managed to break down her defences, I was careful and took my time with her. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I kissed her till I had her wrapped around me, breathlessly panting with her pussy dripping down her thigh, and me of course hard as a brick. Though I was aching like a bitch to get inside her, I still worshipped her pretty breasts till I had them glistening with my saliva and her rosy little nipples hard as pebbles. Until finally, at long last, I kissed my way south, deciding it was time I had a taste of her sweet little peach.
Though every inch of her tensed and she started frantically tugging at my hair, like a woman possessed, the moment I had my first lick, gradually she seemed pretty happy. Especially once she finally relaxed enough to let me work my magic, licking into her deep and suckling at her clit until I got her off, sending her into her first orgasm, smiling as I watched her go into a full body shudder as she fell to pieces.
But when I slowly slid my way back up along her slender body, kissing every inch of her along the way, hoping that had done the trick, and she was finally going to let me inside her. Once I saw the terrified look in her eyes, I actually wanted to weep.
I can tell you there was nothing remotely romantic about our first time, when she clenched her jaw and brokenly murmured, "Go ahead, Logan, just do it. And please hurry up and get it over with." The way she pinched her eyes closed and waited for me to do the deed, I almost told her to forget it, deciding we might just have to live with a sexless marriage.
Still, as I looked her over, she just looked so sexy naked and quivering. And since it was supposed to be our honeymoon, and I knew she'd probably be just as disappointed as I would be if we went home without consummating our union, I persevered and tried to make it as good for her as I could.
I took her lips in a scorching hot kiss her as I nudged at her opening, massaging her breasts to keep her in the mood, while gently thrusting in and out of her, finally, unbelievably making love with her for the very first time. But as hard as I tried to make her enjoy it, I could tell she was glad when I'd finally come and slid back out of her. And of course she headed straight back into the sanctuary of the bathroom, no doubt to wash away my scent.
I'd heard of women who had an aversion to sex. But considering I'd always had a sex drive that just wouldn't quit, I couldn't believe that I'd wound up married to a woman who would have been just as happy sleeping in her own room, and probably even happier if we never made love again.
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Now, because of the pandemic sweeping around the world for the last few weeks, with her office being closed, Nina had been working from home. And I had been finishing off with some clients on the road, until I was forced to shelter in place with her, when my office closed, too.
When I arrived back at our condo, after being gone for a little over two weeks, I smiled the moment I saw her, feeling that little tingle of anticipation go straight to my balls, hoping that maybe after some time apart things would be different. And the way her eyes were appreciatively raking me over and sparkling with a hint of mischief had me feeling pretty optimistic.
I had thought as I'd made the trip back home to her, if it wasn't such a struggle to get with her every single time, being confined together like this could be like a second honeymoon for us, and a chance to start over, considering we'd only been married for a few months.
But I guess it would all depend on how she felt about working on our love life. So far, no matter how hard I'd tried, it was something she refused to even discuss, giving me the cold shoulder when I even vaguely suggested that we might have a problem.
But now I thought we were getting off to a good start, when she surprised me by taking the initiative. Wrapping her arms around my neck, tugging down my head, slipping her tongue between my lips and nearly kissing my face off, the moment I'd got the closed the door behind me.
I smiled against her lips, delighted that my bride seemed happy to see me.
Of course I'd missed her too, and texted her to tell that every night before I went to sleep.
"Hmm," she moaned, getting me deep into the zone, with one surprisingly hot and heavy kiss. At least until she had me letting out a startled yelp and my eyes flying open wide when she slid her hand between my thighs and cupped my balls, and began massaging them between her fingers.
Holy fuck, as shocked as I was thrilled, I wondered what the hell had come over her. In the entire time we'd been together, she'd never acted like this. But I've got to say the way she was sliding her hand over my dick, through my pants, making it grow thicker by the second, just felt so good, the poor guy probably wondered who the hell was stroking him, after being neglected for over a year.
"I made your favorite for dinner, coq au vin," she murmured against my mouth, tracing a fingernail around my lips, still working her hand up and down along my erection as she grinned. "And I think you're
really
going to like what we're having for dessert."
