Novel & Cerita Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku

The main cause was her husband never touched her since he tended to be busy and lose interest in pleasing her sexually. TO BE CONTINUED..

He really wants me to spell it out for him, and I do. “Why haven’t you touched me?” I pause, his lips part and I can hear his excuse before he speaks. “Holding me doesn’t count, I like that I’m in your arms, but I miss feeling you inside me too.” “It’s been eight days.” “Exactly,” I huff. “Since when do we go that long without it? I’m feeling a little neglected.” “It's just eight days, baby.” He says with a weak smile, caressing my cheek. “We can try longer, your therapist said you were using sex as a—”

He only kissed my forehead after we got home and told me to go and rest in my room because I must have been tired. I was so frustrated that I almost damaged the door. Why wouldn't he touch me? Did he think I was too fragile and delicate that I wouldn't want to be touched by him? Or maybe I don't like him enough to want to be intimate with him? I had thought of thousands of reasons for his behaviour but none made any sense. I mean, I willingly agreed to marry him, shouldn't that be enough reason for him to know I didn't mind him touching me? Urgh!

I came on his fingers in seconds. “Dress up and wait for me outside the gate.” He said and went into the restroom in his room. Is that it? Why do I feel like I am used? He is my husband and it is nothing wrong, or is it wrong? I did as I was told once again and he picked me up. How can I ask him what did I do wrong when all he does is get intimate whenever we get alone time?

Mentally cursing this awful lurch of my stomach and the flutter down low his touch still ignites even after two years. “Maybe the fact I apparently committed suicide is an indicator you weren’t that great of a husband or friend, and I should trust nothing. Can you not touch me? To me, you’re a total stranger, and we have no reason to have physical contact.” I snap back, remembering his harsh words from years ago anytime I laid a hand on him. The rebuff, the never wanting my touch, and it feels somehow good to reverse the role and throw it back at him now.

Then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I let him. But as I stand there in my husband’s embrace, something feels… off. The warmth, the excitement I usually feel whenever he shows me even the smallest bit of affection…is missing. It’s just… not there. And I don’t know why.

I hope to be a good mother to my kids, I will definitely make sure to be. “For us to have kids, we need to do the thing every day. Don't you think so?" His voice was so sexy and made my cheeks red as tomato. I never knew that my husband is naughty but these past days that we were trying to build our relationship, I realized it. He seems not to get enough of that thing, he loves doing it always. He tried kissing me but I took my face away. “I'm sure this is your way of escaping from our discussion." I told him.

Your babies would suffer if she were sick. Let her receive Samuel Oscar's slapping retribution; I don't care about anything else right now. What makes her think that she can romance her secret lover without me knowing? She repeatedly tapped on the door, but I didn't bother opening the curtain to see her filthy face. God will punish her for not allowing me to touch her because she locked herself up to protect herself from my wrath. I don't know why, but it pisses me off when she resists my touch. I have every right to touch her. I am her husband, after all.

I insisted, my heart racing. He scoffed, "No, you’re not. What kind of spouse are you? You say you’re married, yet you let me touch you in places I shouldn’t. I mean, you didn’t even bother to push me away or at least hit me; you just let me touch you, and you enjoy it." "I’m not enjoying it." I shot back

He instantly began to shutter. "What the hell Justin? Why the hell are you apologizing?" I yelled, becoming angry. "I am your wife for fuck sake. Why don't you want to touch me?" I asked, letting my voice echo through the room. "Why the hell won't you touch me? Don't tell me..." I only paused to scoff. "Don't tell me Naomi is the reason for your behavior Justin. C'mon, I'm sure that Scott had putten her in several positions already" I added with a smirk.