The Relationship Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Relationship Pt. 01

... away, I couldn't. That orgasm wasn't just an amazing physical release it was an emotional one as well. It was part of what I was lacking. So I did what any good wife would do: I bought a few of my own sex toys, hid them from my husband and started masturbating all the time. That definitely helped me take the edge off. See it wasn't just a matter of Jim being a poor lover, it was that I didn't even know how to climax. Masturbation helped with that and for a period, sex with Jim improved because I had improved in understanding my own body. The more pleasure I had on my own led to more pleasure that I had with him. But over time that pleasure became routine, predictable and honestly though it was better I never actually had an orgasm with Jim. I tried. Wow I really did try. So did Jim. He knew I wasn't satisfied. He did all he could think of. He would go down on me constantly, finger me, and try to make me cum. But he just never did. It was like he couldn't. Which made me feel terrible because I knew I shared some of the blame too. It wasn't just his fault. I mean I went through the period where I blamed him and resented him for it, but that was selfish. Again, Jim does everything for me. In almost every way he truly was and is perfect. I tried to turn our sex life more into pleasing him. Not because he demanded that but I could tell that he enjoyed it. I went down on him more, which I never enjoyed, but I got better at giving blow jobs. I even let him finish in my mouth once, ...

... which I promptly spit out and sort of ruined the whole experience for him I think. Sex was my way of being a good wife to him and I suppose for repaying him for everything he did for me.

So as I sat brushing my hair and looking for wrinkles, I brought myself back into focus again. I had masturbated in the shower and thankfully had an orgasm. That gave me a clear head and a firm resolve to focus on him tonight. I knew we would likely have sex (unless we ate too much) and it would be relatively quick and Jim would feel loved when we finished. That was the important thing: for him to feel loved. Right?

I got up from the vanity and picked through my clothes. I decided to go for something a bit sexier. My body was back to form for the summer and I wanted to wear my black dress that gave a reasonable amount of cleavage. I put on my black strapless bra and matching black thong. I looked in the mirror for the moment and smiled. I didn't have to suck in my tummy anymore. I turned to the side and smiled wider as my butt was getting nice and round.

"Thank you squat jumps," I whispered. Working out was another form of release and now my body was fully cooperating. Yoga pants and sports bras were not just for celebrities and cute college girls. I looked good in them and I know the cute college kid at the front desk of the gym checked my ass out every time I walked by. For a moment I felt a tingle as I turned my back to the mirror and looked at my ass. The black thong followed the ...