5) Emerging Frustrations
By now I was 25 and had been married for just under 3 years. Life was pretty good. My confidence in my appearance had improved and I felt better about myself than I possibly ever had. I enjoyed wearing tight dresses and high heels and thongs and being shaved neatly made me feel more sexy. It helped me to feel more of a woman, rather than the shy, insecure adolescent I had been. We had our first home, good jobs and we were enjoying spending our time with our friends.
There was one concern though, our sex life was a bit patchy. At times it was amazing and I had never felt so happy. He would run baths for me, cook for me and always make sure that I knew I was his 'number-one'. My husband always encouraged me to enjoy attention from other men and he liked to hear stories about what sex I had had before I met him. We would go on dates together and he would love to watch me dancing (especially with other men) then he would take me home and kiss me all over before giving me the most incredible oral sex. During foreplay he liked me to talk about fantasies involving other men. Sometimes he penetrated me for ages and could stay hard until he came but often during sex we would used a dildo and he would penetrate me with it, whilst licking me, which gave me mind-blowing orgasms.
However, at other times he was demanding and sex could be very stressful. He would want sex exactly when it suited him and he would expect me to give it to him straight away. He would become incredibly frustrated with himself and with me if he couldn't perform.
One evening, on holiday, we had been out for a lovely romantic dinner and I had worn a see-through dress and bikini and he ha dressed up for me in his new white shirt. I was a perfect evening but when we got back to the hotel we tried to have sex, but it just led to frustration. He was really angry and I tried to talk to him but he stormed out.
When he finally came back I told him that I wasn't happy and we needed to seek some professional advise.
There was one concern though, our sex life was a bit patchy. At times it was amazing and I had never felt so happy. He would run baths for me, cook for me and always make sure that I knew I was his 'number-one'. My husband always encouraged me to enjoy attention from other men and he liked to hear stories about what sex I had had before I met him. We would go on dates together and he would love to watch me dancing (especially with other men) then he would take me home and kiss me all over before giving me the most incredible oral sex. During foreplay he liked me to talk about fantasies involving other men. Sometimes he penetrated me for ages and could stay hard until he came but often during sex we would used a dildo and he would penetrate me with it, whilst licking me, which gave me mind-blowing orgasms.
However, at other times he was demanding and sex could be very stressful. He would want sex exactly when it suited him and he would expect me to give it to him straight away. He would become incredibly frustrated with himself and with me if he couldn't perform.
One evening, on holiday, we had been out for a lovely romantic dinner and I had worn a see-through dress and bikini and he ha dressed up for me in his new white shirt. I was a perfect evening but when we got back to the hotel we tried to have sex, but it just led to frustration. He was really angry and I tried to talk to him but he stormed out.
When he finally came back I told him that I wasn't happy and we needed to seek some professional advise.