Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku Novels & Stories

"My love, I am sorry you are having such a hard time with this. But we are almost there. Hang in there a little while longer." That has become his thing now, every time I come from work, he gets away from her and comes to our room and tell me that. Then kiss my forehead and leaves. It's like he can't stand to touch me anymore. He doesn't kiss me or hug me. I asked him about that once but he changed the subject and walked away. I never asked again.

He said sweetly. "I'm really exhausted, Jake. Can we do that next time?" "You always have so many dumb excuses when I want to hold you." He said obviously pissed off. "I'm tired and I'm not making up excuses, Jake." I lied to his face. "You're the one who's always busy with work and Simone. I honestly feel neglected. Besides, I'm your wife I'm not someone that you can just fuck whenever you want." I stated angrily at him. "What? Whenever I want. When was the last time we even had sex?" He yelled at me. "You won't even let me hold you after that incident with Dan."

Shifting slightly draws my attention to the delicious soreness between my thighs and another memory flashes behind my eyes. Why won’t he touch me? Why won’t he kiss me again? Straddling him in the car seat, the anger that surges when he deposits me unceremoniously back into my seat and forces a seatbelt around my waist before grunting sharply, “Stop it, Susanna. I won’t fuck you when you’re drunk.” “Why not?” “You know why,” he chokes out, knuckles white around the steering wheel. I stretch, reaching for his thigh and he hisses sharply when my hand cups the hardness poking through his trousers. “Please?”

Chris had not touched her in days, which was highly unusual. During their marriage, except for unique situations, Chris was up for something every night. To share a bed but do nothing, and for several days at that, was unprecedented in their married life. Why? Why would Chris not touch her anymore? Had he grown tired of her? Was the novelty wearing off? Or perhaps, did he not want her to get pregnant? Ever since they talked about having a child, he had stopped being intimate. But if he did not touch her, how could she have a child?

He frowned as if he didn't know what he’s doing to me. "Then why did you stop touching me? It's been a week and you didn't do anything. You won't kiss me, hug me or even hold my hand. I feel lonely. I missed you so much." I shouted. I really wanted to cry and begged him to at least hold my hand but I still have my pride.

All this time, Edward rarely touched me not because he was holding back out of strength… but because he knew he couldn’t satisfy me? Hot tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t know what to feel anymore.

He didn't even consider me a wife anymore since he stopped making love to me. At first, he was all over me, then the withdrawal came. It got to a point where he touched me only once every few months, and even with the bad and tiring days at work, I did not complain. I was ready to fulfill my duties as his wife. I wanted to rekindle our bond. I'm trying so hard to do everything possible to make him see that I love him. I don't know what else to do. Mentally and physically, I'm tired.

“Happy anniversary, Ethan!” But he didn’t smile back. He walked in, looking tired and distant, not even glancing at the food or the decorations I worked so hard on. He barely looked at me. “Yeah. Happy anniversary,” he mumbled, walking straight past me to sit on the sofa. My smile slowly faded. Lately, this had become normal. He came home late every night, always had excuses about being busy at work, barely talked to me, and pulled away every time I tried to touch him or hug him. I told myself it was just stress. I told myself he was working hard for our future, just like he always did. I told myself not to be too sensitive.

Vivian’s POV My husband has been gone for two weeks and I've been wet since Tuesday. Not for him. I stopped getting wet for Ian somewhere around year four of a marriage that's now pushing seven. And that’s not my fault. He touches me like he's filing paperwork. Quick, mechanical and with the ights off. He hasn't touched me in four months, andtThe last orgasm he gave me was so long ago that I've started to think I imagined it.

The words slipped out sharper than I intended, but I was done going soft on my husband. "If you think I didn't notice, or I didn't crave to be touched, then you must be joking." I spun on my heel and stormed into the bedroom. Ethan followed. It had been eight long months since Ethan last touched me, and yet he acted as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if our marriage could survive without intimacy. As if I should be okay with it. I walked to the vanity table, my fingers moving quickly as I removed my jewelry, earrings, necklace, rings, and dropped them onto the glass surface with soft clinks, not bothering to replace them into the jewelry chest.