After our honeymoon my new bride and I moved into an apartment. We didn't have sex very often. I remember watching her take off her clothes. It was so exciting watching her bra come off, revealing those cute little breasts of hers. But I never ogled them too much, even though I wanted to. I would never ask for sex, even though I wanted it and she didn't seem to want it all that often. So I developed the art of masturbating in the shower. The trouble with shower masturbation is that you can only stay in there so long.
My most vivid sexual memory from that time is when we 69ed. It was one of the rare times she came on to me. We stripped down in the den and then she climbed on top of me, her ass in my face. I felt her mouth on my dick so I took her ass in my hands and started licking her tasty cunt. I could see her cute little asshole. As I licked her pussy she began to tense up and stopped sucking me. Then she started jerking rhythmically in one of her signature orgasms. Then she got up and left without taking acre of my sexual needs. Needless to say this was the subject of quite a bit of shower masturbation. Unfortunately it was the only time we 69ed.
Eventually we bought a house. When I went up into the attic I found a girly mag waiting for me. This was very exciting. Apparently the previous owner was into attic masturbation. Do you suppose his wife didn't give him enough either? In any event this mag had a spread with a young blond eating an ice cream cone. A couple of the pics showed some ice cream dripping down her lovely breasts (funny what a good memory I have for the things I masturbate over). My wife wasn't home so I took the mag to the basement and beat-off. It had been a while since I masturbated over porn and it was very nice. Then I found a hiding spot- behind a crack in a cabinet. I masturbated a few times with this mag but then got ride of it as I was afraid of being discovered by my wife.
We didn't have sex often but the few times we did was enough to keep me lusting over her body. In fact, I think the denial made me lust after her even more. However we didn't get along very well. She blamed me for all sorts of things. I tried to please her but things just got worse. I started sneaking porn mags home. I kept them behind the crack in the basement cabinet. There was quite a bit of room there and my stash slowly grew. One of my favorites was a mag with only cunnilingus pics. I really liked licking my wife's cunt any time she would let me so this mag was the focus of many of my masturbations.
Here I was, too shy to ask for sex, even from my own wife. And she would walk around the house with only a towel on, or dress and undress in front of me. It's not that we never had sex, but rather that it wasn't very often and as time went on it was less and less. I started masturbating in bed. I would wait until she was asleep and then start playing with my dick. I would start out by rolling my little dick between my fingers. It was a bit scary and exciting playing with myself next to my sleeping wife. Sometimes the rolling and rubbing motions were enough to make me cum. Usually I'd have to jerk it some however. Sometimes I'd be so into what I was doing that I'd forget to be extra careful. Then, after I'd cum, I'd listen to see if she had awaken. But always there was just that heavy breathing- she slept very soundly.
I remember the last few times we screwed- she wanted to get on top. She said that way she could control how my dick stimulated her. I was all for it too! Any way she wanted to do it would have been fine with me, but her on top was extra exciting. The first couple of times I would thrust my little dick into her, but then I learned to stay absolutely still. She would sit on top of me, slide my dick inside of her, and then wiggle around a bit. Then she would lie down on top of me and wiggle her hips until she brought herself to orgasm. I loved the feeling of her cumming on top of me, even if I usually didn't.
Pretty soon we weren't having sex at all. And then I was staying in the basement. In a way that was ok since my porn was down there. I slept on a sleeper couch and sometimes I would fantasize about her. I would imagine that she wanted me back in her bed but I would insist that she suck my dick first. Then I would cum, imagining that my dick was in her mouth.
One time I was downstairs drinking and masturbating and it occurred to me that we should have sex. Maybe the problem was that I just wasn't forward enough. So I went upstairs completely naked. She was sitting in a chair, watching TV. I stood in front of her naked and told her that I was all hers. She just continued to watch TV. I stood there for a moment and then realizing that she didn't want me, went back downstairs and masturbated. A little while later she filed for divorce and kicked me out.
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