When I first met her, I was absolutely taken aback by her beauty. The girl, who is now my wife, was 19, slim and fit, with a perfect tan to her alluring skin. Her brown hair fell around her bright blue eyes, and if being gorgeous wasn't enough, her body mesmerized me. I was 19 as well, and the only girl I had ever been intimate with was my last girlfriend, who had very little assets for me to cling on to during the course of our teenage lovemaking.
When I first saw Jess, however, her larger, perky breasts were impossible for her to hide. Her long, toned, tan legs were enough to make me dizzy. It was a blind date, and she told me right off the bat that she thought I was cute. I was amazed at her interest.
On the second date I about hit the floor when, after a few beers and some heavy kissing in her apartment, she pulled her top off to show me her ample chest. My reaction was a dead giveaway, I could do nothing but gawk at the beauty of her incredible breasts. She climbed on me, unzipped my pants, and gave me the best night of my life up until that point. Her beautiful breasts bouncing as she rode had me entranced, and I came quickly at the sight in front of me.
Fast forward ten years and we are married, with children, living the "American Dream" Between work and kids, as it often does, our sex life has faltered quite a bit. Up until about a year ago, we were having sex about once every other week. It was routine, and she owned me in almost every aspect in the bedroom. I would ask for sex about every two days and eventually she would agree.
That was until I began a bit of a reckless streak with finances. Nothing major, but my bills at the end of the month crept up and up slowly. Jess, an avid budgeter who kept a tight cap on our finances, became "too stressed out" and "too worried" to allow intercourse to take place. Desperate for sex, I began to just go to the bathroom to relieve myself. After about six months of the same routine, we had yet to have sex. For the most part, I had also been deprived the sight of her beautiful body. On many occasions, I would softly rub her backside, creating an instant physical reaction from me, but always being met with scalding from her.
One night, after over six months of no sex, and literally weeks of seeing no skin or parts of her even naked body, I asked, almost begging, for sex. I had decided to stop my own self medication habits about two weeks earlier, and had never been so desperate for sex in my life. Therefore, when Jess slinked into bed in a tight t shirt and a thong, I instantly was all over her to try and get lucky.
After being denied, I begged "please, what can I do to have sex with you? I have to have sex!!"
"What are you offering?" She slyly said, acknowledging that she had been planning and plotting this teasing and denial all along. "You know what's really a turn on for me?"
