[I'd like to thank Josh32380432 for extensive help in editing this story. The improvements are all his; any remaining errors are mine. Thanks, Josh.]
Roger was convinced that Violet would come around after they were married. He was wrong. She didn't. Perversely, that made her more, not less, desirable. It didn't help that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. She was slim, athletic, with a trim waist, generous breasts and hips, and an ass to die for. She wore her lustrous dark hair long, which he found very sexy. Her full red lips invited kissing, or, in his fantasies, his cock sliding between them. Surprisingly, given all her attributes, she was shy and reserved. That made it possible for Roger to approach her.
He should have known better. Something should have told him that it was too good to be true when she agreed to date him, more so when she agreed to marry him. Him, the nerdy scientist, with such a gorgeous piece of ass. Who would believe it. His friends ribbed him unmercifully when he told them. Bad enough that he was an introverted academic and she could have had any man she wanted. The irony of a plant geneticist dating a girl named Violet was just too much.
Violet honestly seemed to like him and enjoy his company. They found that they had common interests such as baseball and science fiction, and they had no trouble talking for hours over dinner or hiking in the woods. Perhaps Roger should have taken note of the fact that she wouldn't kiss him until their third date, but he figured maybe he just wasn't aggressive enough or was still too much in awe of her. It never occurred to him that she might be enjoying his company precisely because he was "safe", or worse yet, "harmless".
Roger had never had much success with women, so he figured his skills at seduction were not up to the task of bedding Violet. They did eventually get more intimate, making out in the car sometimes. He even got under her bra and found to his delight that those lovely firm breasts he'd been fantasizing about were absolutely as perfect as he'd imagined. But there was always some reason it never went further. Too late at night, she'd say, I have to get up early next morning.
Roger was far too afraid to insist, worried that if he got too aggressive, he'd lose her. He loved her very much. They still enjoyed each other's company, and although limited, their sex life seemed to satisfy her. Roger, however, was getting rather frustrated. His idle moments were dominated by images of her and thoughts of what he would do with that lovely body. But he was hopelessly repressed and couldn't vocalize his desires to her, frustrating him even more. At night, by himself, he'd rehearse saying, "Violet, I love you, and I want to put my cock in your beautiful pussy and cum inside you 'til you overflow." Or "Violet, your lips are so full and soft, I'd give anything to have them around my cock." But when he sat next to her his ingrained inhibitions kicked in and he just looked at her, tongue tied, hoping that she'd read his mind, which, of course, she never did.
If she married him, though, he thought, things would be different. She'd be his, legally and morally tied to him, and then he'd be able to tell her of his desires. She would comply because she had made a promise to him. So, he proposed, and, to his delight, she accepted. At first Roger hoped that the formality of engagement, with a date set for marriage, might be the key to unlock her physical treasures to him, but it was not to be. She smiled when his lovemaking signaled his desire to move to the next level and said "Rog, honey, I really think we should wait until we're married to fully open ourselves up to each other. It's just the way I was brought up."
Roger was amazed that a woman with a body like hers could have avoided losing her virginity in high school, but he just attributed it to strong conditioning. He was right., but unfortunately for him, he didn't know just how strong it really was.
The marriage ceremony was lovely. Violet was heartbreakingly beautiful in a wedding gown that showed off her breasts to perfection. There wasn't a man in the audience who didn't fantasize about her and Roger's wedding night. Roger was full of love and pride. Of all those men, she had chosen him.
Off they went on a honeymoon trip that included hiking in the Himalayas. What with flights to catch, airport layovers, packing and unpacking, though, there was no time to consummate the marriage until they arrived in a cramped little hotel in Kathmandu. At last, Roger thought, he would have her. As soon as she was in bed, he climbed in with her, naked and already hard, and reached for her body. He discovered her panties were still on. Oh well. She lay there passively as he removed them. She lay there as he stroked her breasts. She lay there as he put his tongue in her mouth. He could feel the tension in her body but didn't know how to calm her. Hoping against hope he penetrated her as gently as he could. She whimpered a little as he did since she wasn't properly lubricated. Roger, however, was too far gone to stop now, so he started pumping her, and pretty soon he came inside her. Violet lay there, unmoving while he expended himself. He heard her sigh, but not with pleasure; more that it was over.
Frustrated at himself, Roger rolled off and said, "Is there anything I did wrong, my love?"
"No, love," she replied. "You were fine. It's me. I just didn't feel anything. I'm so sorry. I know that I should. I love you and want to make you happy, but I can't, not this way. I guess I just can't let myself go. Something always stops me."
Well, this was going to be a problem. The more Roger thought about it, the more he became convinced that Violet had simply never experienced an orgasm in her life. How in God's name someone with a body like hers could make it this far in life without some man bringing her to that ecstatic state was a total mystery. Unfortunately, he knew that his own skills were too limited to overcome such strong conditioning and achieve a breakthrough that would open her to him. But Roger was a scientist. A scientist faced with a problem that needed to be solved: how to get Violet to enjoy sex so he could fully exploit her marvelous body. The more he thought about it, the more obsessed he became, and the richer and more real became his fantasies of what he wanted her to do for him and what he wanted to do with her body.
The early Greek physician Hippocrates once said, "For extreme diseases, extreme methods of cure ... are most suitable." The more frustrated Roger became, the more this aphorism appealed to him.
He reluctantly concluded that he himself lacked the skills accomplish the task. He would have to recruit external help. He began his assault on his wife subtly at first. He purchased an aftershave lotion containing a mysterious male sex pheromone which, the advertiser claimed, would "render women helpless with desire". Could chemistry be the key to unlocking his wife's treasures? He tried using the cologne; Violet said that it "smelled nice", but it had no noticeable effect on her.
He stepped up his game. He tried using scented, ridged or even inflatable condoms; he bought several varieties of vibrators and battery-operated dildoes from obscure corners of the web. Violet simply refused to try such devices or worse, just giggled when he showed them to her. This was getting nowhere. Roger was slowly going mad with frustration. Nothing seemed to work on his wife. Worse, his repeated failures perversely only made her that much more desirable to him. Another man might well have turned to other women by having an affair or paying for companionship, but Roger still loved Violet and didn't want to lose her. There had to be another way.
