The Lonely Wife

I was too young to be married. Finally, I understood what that meant. My friends were still in college … some were even in high school. My name is Irene Mohanta, and six months ago, I was 21 years old, a newlywed, happier than I had ever thought possible before then. My husband, Paul, was a bit older, at 25, and more serious about things. I was sure I loved him then, and I’m not fully convinced that I don’t anymore. Unfortunately, I am fully convinced that he doesn’t love me.

At some point, he stopped touching me altogether. I know it wasn’t my fault. I’m not ashamed to admit it; I’m gorgeous. I have a slender build, voluptuous lips and lightly tanned skin. My blonde hair and green eyes are enough to make most men go crazy over me. All men, actually. I’m 5’6’’, I have perfect natural C cups and not a blemish on my body. I keep in shape, go to the gym every day. My hope was to be ready when my husband would eventually look at me they way all the other boys do. To this day, I take care to keep fully shaven and dress to kill, always. And yet, still he made excuses to avoid me.

At some point, that stopped too. He began to not even bother pretending to care, even though I still did. I still dressed up, made sure my makeup was always perfect, and kept my skin soft and supple.

I was at my wits’ end. I wanted nothing more than to feel him, but was awfully close to letting just about anyone in my bed. I know I shouldn’t have ever thought like that, but it was really getting to that point.

It came to a head one night when I decided to find out where I stood. When Paul came home from work that night, he was going to have to make a decision. Would he have me or not? I’d taken a long bath, taking care to apply soft perfumed baby powder everywhere. I put on a short robe with nothing underneath. Around 6:30, I heard him pull into the driveway. I intended to meet him at the door. If I had been wearing panties, they would have been soaking. I got to the front door as he walked up the path. I gave my nipples a quick pinch, causing myself to moan slightly as I slid to my knees. He was going to know what I wanted as soon as he walked through the door. I let the robe fall open as I heard the knob turn.

Paul was dumbstruck. I moved my hands up to his crotch., fishing out his soft cock. The sight of it almost made me want to cry. Even then, he wasn’t aroused by me. I looked up at him, almost begging him to validate me.