I’ll kick things off by introducing myself. I’m David, 29 years old, and have been with my wife for seven years now—two of those married. First up, I need to confess that I’ve been lurking around here for the last week or so; apologies for disappearing into the shadows!
We run a fairly ‘vanilla’ household, nothing too wild. I stumbled across the concept of chastity not long ago but never really acted on it because the idea would usually fade once I managed to get myself off.
Well, curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see how it felt and what impact it might have on my feelings toward my wife after abstaining from an orgasm for about a week. So, we had intercourse a few weeks back. At that moment, I decided to give self-preservation a shot.
A week passed and I was desperate to release… But I kept telling myself no and held firm.
Another week rolled by, and the duration of my abstinence became incredibly noticeable; even a gentle breeze seemed enough to arouse me. Yet, at the same time, I couldn’t help but notice how much more I craved my wife’s presence. I wanted her near all the time, offering foot rubs (which she happily accepted) while we watched TV shows together.
Finally, after two weeks of this buildup, things happened between us and it was wonderful. In fact, within minutes afterward, I felt ready to go again… It had been a long time since that last happened! We’re talking years!
So here I am thinking: This is fantastic! I want to feel like this more often, wanting my wife the way I did then. One snag though… I didn’t quite have the courage to introduce something so different from our usual routine.
Another week passes and we end up in bed that night. Usually, a back rub leads into other activities. So I asked if she wanted one. She just replied with a ‘hmmmm… That sounds like it might be some effort.’
I told her it could JUST be a simple back rub without anything more attached. Naturally, she agreed happily.
After about 30 minutes of massaging her back, my hands were spent—I had nothing left in reserve (aside from an erection that wasn’t budging anywhere). So I lay down beside her as usual while she thanked me and drifted off to sleep, leaving me aching for more. Let’s just say I didn’t get much shut-eye that night.
The next morning, I woke up with the same feeling I had when going to bed, only now accompanied by some serious pain in my ‘boys’. That was it—I couldn’t hold back any longer; I knew action was needed.
This specific lust for my wife, this persistent desire, made me realize I wanted it constantly. And I knew what I needed: I just had to get my wife on board with the idea.
So, after a couple of days, I sat down at my computer and started typing out my thoughts. We’ve always communicated more openly through email or text—it’s simply how we operate best.
A few hours later, I was happy with what I’d written. But I wasn’t quite ready to hit send… She was heading home soon. So I saved it in drafts and went about the rest of my day.
The following morning after arriving at work, I decided to text her. I wanted to let her know there was something important I wished to share with her, but admit that I felt quite nervous because this topic concerned ‘us’ directly and carried a bit more risk than anything we’d done previously.
She replied back: ‘Don’t be nervous; I’m your wife, so we can talk about anything. Just send it—as long as it’s not involving three people!’
I told her I loved her and sent the email… Now comes the wait (very impatiently) for her response!