My name is Truman. I am 6'0“ tall and weigh 225 pounds and have black hair and hazel eyes. I either must be more in love than any guy ever or the most desperate guy ever. I have been married to my wife for two months now and have yet to receive sex. She always seems to find a way to get out of it. Here are a few examples of what I mean.
Our honeymoon:
The room was filled with scented candles, a bottle of white wine, and some soft music playing in the background. I waited for her to come into the room after making our reservations for tomorrow. When she walked in, I handed her a single red long-stemmed rose and kissed her. The look on her face was of total surprise. I led her to the bed and laid her down. I handed her a glass of wine while I gently nibbled her neck. I unbuttoned her shirt and began to caress and kiss her breasts. I then moved on to suck her hard nipples. She seemed to be in total bliss. I moved my hand down, on my way to undo her jeans when she jumped up. She said that the wine was too warm and that she was going to get a bucket of ice. She ran out before I could stop her.
I waited until the candles had almost burned away for her to return. When she did not, I rolled over and went to sleep. I didn't hear her come in and when I woke she was laying beside me. Since I was already hard, I decided to make sure it didn't go to waste. I slid her nightie up and began kissing and sucking her breasts. She moaned while I was doing this. I slid her panties down and began to kiss up her thighs. I could see a smile forming on her face.
I positioned my self over her and I all but had my dick in her hole when she jumped up and ran for the shower. As any guy would be, I was upset and confused. It seemed like she wanted me but was scared or something. I passed it off as it just not being the right time. I decided to give her some time. I was really pissed off that two perfectly good erections were wasted.
The next try:
When returned home after our honeymoon, she was busy. She had work to do for law school and a job. I understood that. I waited until one of those rare days when she didn't have class or have to go to work.
The day was a rainy Friday and I knew that she wouldn't be going anywhere that day. I left her alone for most of the day occupying myself with work and plans. When night fell, I drew her a bath, much to her surprise. After the bath, I told her to lay face down on the bed. She complied and I started warming oil in my hands so that I could give her a massage. At first, she was a little resistant to my touch but after a while she relaxed. I told her to flip over so that I could massage her front.
I massaged her breasts and little moans came from her mouth. I moved my hands down and massaged her stomach and started the massaging. She was almost sleeping at this point. When I reached her thighs, she was asleep and I was hard. I parted her legs and started massaging the insides of her thighs. When I reached her pussy, I was very cautious. I slowly slid my finger up her slit and she moved a little bit. When I slide my finger back down her slit, she moaned. I slid one finger up and down for a while, letting her get used to my touch.