Suami Jarang Menyentuh Istri Novels & Stories

Putting her hands on my chest, “ Don't twist my words, he is an old friend, nothing else, there's no reason for this jealousy.” Jealousy? No, maybe a little furious? Definitely, the way the male was stubbly touching her like it was nothing doesn't sit well with me. It's my right as her husband to let her know that, before I start making things difficult for him, I know he will do it again, and I'll break a finger or two when I catch him doing it. I don't want anyone to blame me. Cupping my face in her hands, “ I understand.” She kissed me, “It won't happen again.” Kiss.

"Do you even realize how infrequently we make love after Rahil is born. About what? Once a week? Twice a week?" My wife only continued to stare at me,"I didn't think of it like that. I've been busy with him mostly." "Look. I love my son too. Equally. Just like you love him too. But don't be a mother so much that you forget you're a wife too." "I'm Sorry",she apologises softly, frowning to herself,"We-we haven't had alone time in a while." I run a hand through my hair when my wife looks at me guiltily,an involuntarily smile gracing my lips when she wrapped her arms around my neck,resting her head in the crook of my neck,placing a gentle kiss there.

He lowered the cup and held my hand, "don't you believe that I'm willing to change for you?" Change, will he change now? Maybe if I go home poor like then, he won't pay attention to me, thanks to Ms. Hilton's money. "Let's stop fooling each other, Jake. We both know that you can't live without sleeping with women every day, right and you even bring some of them home to your house before." I added sarcastically. I can count on one hand how many times he touched me in our six years of marriage, I never saw him get excited every time we did it. He seemed to be struggling, hardly wanting to see my face or hear my moans.

I continue lower still and I feel her stiffening slightly under me. “I have never… It's the first time I have done this. I don’t know what to do.” Her words make me frown as I realise what they mean: her husband didn’t ever go down on her. What the hell is wrong with that man? I will make it my mission to show her how wonderful it can be and to show her every day from now on.

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

” “Nothing.” They stroll awkwardly. None of them can break the ice. They know that they can’t say anything reckless. They are (self-claimed) husband and wife, but they love each other, it doesn’t mean that they will never such a problem. Human has feeling and it makes them so sensitive over something. Well, for instance, who will forgive his partner after seeing him kissing with a woman better than her? That will be a great concept for Indonesian soap operas. “I’m just happy.” She said. ”I am happy that you are spending your time with me.” She added.

That hit home. "The Isabelle I knew won't even think of letting another man touch her and much worse allow any *sshole to embrace her in the same room where her husband is! But you have been in the US for three years so I guess you are used to that,” he said sarcastically.

"I know it may be a little annoying for you to think that someone else has your husband's attention," Irene continues, "but in Egil's case, I can assure you that he has no emotional connection with that woman. He doesn't even talk to her, other than what is strictly necessary. For him, it's just casual sex, and when he gets tired of it, he will stop seeking her."

"I'm waiting for you." He pressed his lips together and nodded. We started eating in a deafening silence. I want to speak, but he seems uninterested. What must I do? I know I'm at fault. He has the right to touch since he's my husband, but we're not a real couple and we had a deal. I stared at him, unable to take the silence anymore. I'm not used to this kind of treatment. I'm used to have him being playful everytime we get alone.

“Then how would you explain what you’re doing now?” “Just because the wife doesn’t want to give you access to her body once or twice doesn’t necessarily mean they’re cheating on you already, Justin. There are just moments that we really don’t feel like it and you should understand that, atleast.” “No, I don’t understand that. It’s your obligation to serve me in bed, Marga. So it really doesn’t sit well with me how you are trying to cover up the fact that you won’t allow me to touch you!”