I don’t see you bare much anymore. Maybe once a week. You are stunning, and you have always been the most gorgeous woman in my eyes to me. When that beauty is concealed for a few days, and I catch sight of you naked again, it feels like the sky opens up and angels sing.
Occasionally, you pull up the front of your nightgown just briefly, and it literally steals my breath away. You are an exquisite goddess. Backrubs from me feel heavenly. All that desire and urge to touch every inch of you, kiss everywhere, and make love is channeled into these backrubs. They become a way for me to express how much I adore you, while feeling deeply connected through that affection. And sometimes, as I finish rubbing your feet at the end of my session on your front, if you shift the hem of your nightgown up so I can see your pussy and invite me in to lick - it is pure heaven. There are many days where nothing sexual happens. It frustrates me constantly. But because that frustration builds steadily, when you finally tease me, the intensity is incredible. Throughout all those hours, I am being “kept” down there by you. Many times during the day, I squeeze my legs together against the cage and think about how you have me locked up below. You might only be thinking of this every few days, but I’m aware of you “holding” me every couple of minutes. I used to grab your breasts constantly—when waking up in the morning, as we went to sleep at night, and often between those times. It was wonderful then. Now… it happens about once a week. And when I do get that chance, it feels magical. I sink into them more deeply than ever before. When you guide my hand back up to your breast after waiting over a week, the sexual sensation is stronger than most orgasms. It continues as I lose myself in squeezing, kissing, and sucking on them. I love focusing entirely on you. Yes, this has been a huge shift for me. But we’ve done it for eight months now, and I still find my greatest happiness in making your happiness mine—whether walking, eating meals, shopping (well, maybe not as much there), or doing everything else. When sex comes into play, centering it all around you is extraordinary. It feels wonderful to give you such pleasure. There are moments when a backrub or cuddling leads me down on top of you, making you cum again and again while I get nothing—not even teasing. That dynamic turns me on so much. Seeing you climax repeatedly without being teased myself is frustrating yet intense and amazing. I wish we could do this every day. When you finally choose to tease me, it becomes some of the best sex we’ve ever shared—different and more powerful than anything else before. And… oh! It doesn’t just stop. Usually, once I reach an orgasm with teasing/denial, that’s it; I’m ready to resume my day. But left on edge by denial, I remain desperate. Often, it takes me half an hour just to become semi-functional again. Some of your most intense teasing comes simply through words. No physical touch other than hugs and kisses, but you tell me how long until I get anything—maybe even a touch—and how long until my next release. When you climb into bed naked and say I can’t touch you, yet rub against me, playing with my ass and touching near my privates without actually reaching them, whispering that you’re going to cum while leaving me locked up—I feel like my head might explode. It’s incredible how turned on you get from denying me. Seeing me desperate and unable to cum gives you intense orgasms too. It’s wonderful because it clearly excites you. Even more so because it means you want to deny me, and likely will continue doing so. The first time I was fucking you while denied an orgasm, I kept whispering “you get to cum and I don’t.” You then climaxed four or five times in a row. That moment was incredibly intense for me; your denial gave you several powerful orgasms back-to-back—a rarity that hadn’t happened in ages. I know this sounds contradictory. Not just limiting my orgasms, but constantly teasing and denying them—this doesn’t only make me a better husband; it also gives us the best sex I’ve ever experienced. I truly wish we had found this dynamic when we first started dating (or perhaps after five years of our young marriage’s steady good sex). Regardless, I am so happy with how things are. I leave you with these reflections: The longer since my last orgasm, the more intense and desperate my desire becomes. For me, perfection is an all-consuming desperation for release that you withhold. Your most incredible tease was telling me my next orgasm “might be today, might be tomorrow, or might never come.” Focus on what YOU want—that’s what turns me on the most. The best sex ever. The best relationship ever. I love you and I love this life we have. Image