Suami Jarang Menyentuh Istri Novels & Stories

Rachna said with a smile, "that he feels the fabric first over my panties and then brings his fingers inside me." Isabella beamed with pride, knowing that her designs were not just pieces of fabric but tools for connection and empowerment. "Oh, that sounds similar," Isabella chuckled. "My husband also does the same thing. He is crazy about my butt, and he caresses my ass over the fabric first, then he inserts his hands inside my panties and squeezes my cheeks. And I love that."

However, her husband's energy was greater, so she did not get the results she wanted. “Have you forgotten that affectionate gestures include holding hands, kissing, hugging, and so on? Do not say to me that you are still a virgin?” One of Massimo's eyebrows rose, a sign that he did not believe that his spouse had never been touched by any man before they were married.

“My husband never let me touch his cock you know, he said it was a sin. Hell, I never even saw him naked in all the years that we were married. He would come to bed in full pajamas after changing in the bathroom with the door locked. Can you imagine that?” Damon was having a hard time imagining anything as his cock was being manipulated, but he did what he thought was polite and nodded his head. The older woman continued, “Twenty four years I spent with him, and the only time he ever touched my pussy was when he was trying to fuck me. I always knew when he wanted sex because he would climb under the covers, then pull his pajama bottoms off. Then he would climb over me and start humping away

During the day, I was this meticulous employee, diligently completing her tasks, dressed in professional suits and confidence, while at night, I lay naked next to him, my body aching with desire to be touched, while he curled up in the furthest corner in disgust. And yet, in the four years that we had been married, Derek had only touched me thrice. He had only f*cked me in the early months of our marriage, too. And now, Ethan, the ex that I never got over stood before me, four years later, unmistakable desires framing his face as he asked me how my husband treated me. Just the question alone had tears welling up in my eyes. 'He treated me so well that he couldn't bring himself to touch me!'

Caroline My breath catches, and my hands shake as I stare at the lingerie. Proof of my husband’s infidelity. The note feels like a slap to my face. My husband is touching another woman in ways he has never touched me. He barely touches me, always complaining of being tired. I’ve learned to accept it over the years; turns out, he isn't tired—he just doesn’t like touching me. My throat tightens. A tear slides down my face. I wipe it away immediately, hands trembling.

And believe me, I have plenty of comparison material, Meg will probably only have one partner in her life. "It's Alvarez. I mean, the attraction should be irresistible, right? He should lose his senses when he smells my arousal?" she stammered. "Am I any different? He can turn away from me so easily. We sleep side by side in the same bed, but every night he just kisses me and then turns his back. Sometimes, maybe once a week, he performs oral sex on me, but he never loses his head over it". She is about to burst into tears. There is nothing more painful for a woman than her husband not being sexually interested in her. Struggling with her insecurities, she is unaware of the iron will of her

“And he’s never touched me. Not once.” The words hang there. He just stares at me, stunned. “You’ve never been intimate with him?” I shake my head. The frustration finally spills. “I want to. God, I want to. It’s driving me insane every single day. But I can’t do anything.” I sit up, turning fully toward him now. “You’re a man. Why would any man not want to touch his wife?” For a second, he doesn’t answer.

She lifted her head, eyes searching his in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. “I love being your wife, Maurice. I love that you are my husband. But what do you want me to do if you won’t touch me? How do you expect me to feel when you keep pushing me away? We are married. It is only normal. Why do you make it such a big deal?”

“Fuvk I miss this pụ́ssy. No woman taste as good as you.” “Even Lola–” I try to speak but my voice ends up breaking. He stops and stares at me. Snuts and begins to take off his pants. His cock comes into view. One thing with Liam, he's blessed down in a way that can make any woman squirm at the sight. But it still doesn't erase the single fact that since we got married he's never made love to me like a mate would, like a husband would. He force penetrates me whenever he wishes and sounds like he's fuvking a whore in a one night stand.