Suami Jarang Menyentuh Istri Novels & Stories

"Like you're his universe. There's no way anything with him is bland. It's either you're both too busy or you need to up your game." She wasn't wrong. They were busy but it had been a while since he'd touched her. She couldn't remember the last time they had sex. Between his job, hers, and his mood swings, they hadn't been intimate for weeks. And even though she knew it was nothing, she didn't like the way the woman from earlier had called him darling. Or how she'd touched him. Not once had she been jealous of his interactions with other women. He was surrounded by them all day but in the end, he went back to her. She was his wife. Besides, he was too busy to be with someone else.

I don’t know if I can keep loving her anymore now, knowing that. “Because he isn’t like you. He can do it and be happy with just that, you can’t, you want to pin my hands down, bite my neck, grasp my neck, all those things, if we do have sex like this every day, every day you will try to control me.” She makes no sense. How can she let a stranger do it but not her husband?

“My husband Billy came home from work, ate the dinner I prepared, and went straight to bed without even touching me. Not a kiss, not a hug—nothing.” I didn’t know how to respond. I could relate more than she knew. “That’s… rough. How long has it been since he last…?” “Last what?” she asked, tilting her head like she was confused. “Not… touching you?” “Oh!” She burst out laughing.

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.

They are strong and powerful and so warm, it feels as if I am being set on fire. His size eats up the horizon as he stares down at me with disapproval. As if he has the right to disapprove right now. I jerk my head away from him. “Do not touch me.” A muscle tics in his jaw and his brown eyes rage in color, darkening. “What did you just say?” “I said, do not touch me, Dan.” “You are my fucking wife. I will touch you whenever I want.” “Not when you intend to keep this physical only.”

“Please, not today.” He moved closer and tried to touch my arm, but I stepped back immediately. “Don’t,” I said quickly. He froze. “Why not? I’m your husband. I looked down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. “I just don’t want to be touched right now,” I whispered. I didn’t want to be touched right now because if he touched me below he would feel like or smell something else. His tone softened a little. “Lia, what’s wrong with us? You’ve been cold to me for weeks now. Did I do something wrong?”

I don't know why, but I didn't like the way she touched him and got the pleasure of being in his arms. She is beautiful, far older than me but still elegant and beautiful. She looked at me while still hugging my husband. Lover. So, they are lovers. That means they are having a sexual relationship. Maybe that's why he comes home late, because he has sex with another woman but cannot even touch me. He has forbidden me from thinking about another man, not that I want to think about other men, but it hurts badly to even think of this woman seeing him every day. She gets to touch him and I don't.

And the pity that flashed through his blue eyes before he masked it with a cold look drove the blunt knife deeper into my chest. The thing worse than not being loved by your husband is being pitied by him. This is usually where our interactions end unless he is drunk and wants to have drunken sex with his wife. No, that has its interaction. Whenever he comes home and is in the mood for sex, he will usually not say a word and just grabs me and throws me on the bed, kissing me like I am some common whore in the street. I do not care whether I am in the mood or enjoying his touch, but unfortunately, his touch never fails to excite me.

He started rubbing his temples; he always did that and always complained about how unhappy he was, but I knew marriage wasn’t easy; I knew he wasn’t himself, so I stepped closer and tried to touch his hands, but he flinched away. “What the fck? Why would you touch me?!” He raised his voice; yes, he never allowed me to touch him; the only time I would ever feel his skin is when he’s hor-ny; that happens maybe once a month, the times he and Jimena are having misunderstandings. That’s the only time I felt desired, as he would come to me and start kissing my body, and once he got what he wanted, he treated me like trash. Well, he was hard to resist, so he always got his way.

Whatever that has been happening is far from being appropriate, a lady would never be in such a situation in the first place. I have never done it with anyone else, I haven't been physically close with anyone else. Samuel is the only man in my life and there was no one before. Since lately we are having crisis in our marriage, we are often fighting and arguing over small matters. A woman desires love and attention from her husband even if the relationship is not new. She too have physical needs and she too lust for physical wants. It is not new that men have a huge appetite when it comes to sex and the needs of women are often ignored.