Intimate Healing – I know my wife, Leah, has written a couple of stories for this site. Well, today it is my turn to write.
It was our anniversary not too long ago and Leah and I went out for the evening. We got a sitter for the kids, made plans to go to a nice restaurant, and then we were going to go see Iron Man 3.
Dinner was fantastic! We had a fabulous conversation. We talked about everything, it felt like the conversations we had while dating, except deeper. And Leah, she looked FANTASTIC. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves in a modest, yet seductive way. It came down to her knees, so during dinner I was able to let my hands roam her legs under the table. She had put on my favorite pair of sparkly, dangle earrings, and a super sexy pair of heels. To say I was mesmerized by her beauty would be an understatement.
We flirted and teased each other all through dinner. She’d casually graze her hand over my penis and I was stroking her legs all night. After dinner we went to the theater for Iron Man 3. The movie was awesome, and our flirting continued with kisses and whispering sweet nothings. The movie finished and we were ready to go home. We were both very excited, and more than ready to get home, drive the sitter home, and continue with the festivities in our bedroom. I needed to use the restroom so Leah waited for me by a half wall. That was when our evening out took a turn for the worse.
I was coming out of the restroom and Leah had her back to me. She was looking in her little pocket mirror thing that women have with their makeup in their purses (I have NO idea what that is called). She was fixing some lipstick smudges and didn’t notice a strange man had slipped up behind her. He gave her butt a squeeze and Leah, thinking it was me, giggled and whispered “James, not here where everyone can see.” The man said, “Honey, I don’t know who James is, but he sure does have a fine ass to play with.” I was at the scene by this point. Leah’s face was completely mortified and shocked. I put a hand on the man’s shoulder, giving it a rough grip “I’m James. And I would appreciate it if you kept your hands off my wife.” The guy took one look at me and ran, I am a fairly large guy. Despite my size I’m not one prone to punching people, but I wanted to hit this guy. I didn’t just want to hit him because he copped a feel of my Leah, but because her butt is a zone where I have to tread carefully. Her sire, he doesn’t deserve the title of father, sexually abused her and the way he would begin was by grabbing her rear. It was several months into our marriage before I could touch her butt, and over a year-almost 2- before I could grab it to initiate sex.
I knew our evening was finished. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t hit the guy or go after him. I pulled Leah into my arms and she buried her head into my chest, trying to hide her tears. I kept an arm around her all the way to the car and while driving home gave her my hand to hold.
By the time we arrived at home Leah had composed herself enough where it didn’t look like she was crying. We came inside the house and small talked with our sitter. I went to take her home, while Leah checked on the kids. When I came back Leah was ready for sleep and sitting on the edge of our bed praying. Silently I readied myself for bed and joined her. She finished praying as I sat down on the bed. She looked up at me with tear stained eyes, and her face looked broken. I opened my arms and she curled up inside of them, with new tears rolling down her face.
After she had calmed down enough to speak I asked, “Would you like to talk about it?”
“Yes,” she whispered. I nodded my head and she continued “I feel so cheap and angry. I can never be yours alone, somebody else will have always had me first and I can’t stand that. It makes me feel like I have let you down, that it is unfair for you, when you never had relations with anybody until me and I can’t say the same. And now this. It reminds me of all of it. I just want to get over it, to not let it bother me anymore. I thought I was doing so well, it never bothered me to have you touch my butt, I wouldn’t even think of him. But as soon as I realized it wasn’t you, it was some perv stranger, I flashed right back to my childhood.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You have done so amazingly as a survivor of that kind of abuse. There are people who can never have sexual relations again, but you do. And as far as I’m concerned, you were a virgin as I was on our wedding night. What happened to you was not sex, or making love, it wasn’t your choice. You were forced into it. That isn’t what God intended. The last thing you are, my darling, is cheap. You don’t need to be pushed to “get over it,” I don’t know if someone can truly ever get over that kind of mistreatment. You have every right to be upset, my Leah, but don’t blame yourself. In no way is this your fault.”
“I try to believe that, but some days it’s so hard to. I feel especially horrible about it happening tonight, because we haven’t had sex in a while, with your business trip and my period, it’s been too long but I just can’t do it tonight. I’m sorry.”
“There is nothing to be sorry for. I perfectly understand, we will make love sometime when you are feeling more up to it. Alright? Now let’s go to sleep.” We curled up together under our covers and I pulled her tight to me. Intent on never letting her go.
A number of days passed and we were getting ready for work and the kids ready for school. Leah came out of our bathroom and began to get dressed. I watched as she put on a thong and matching bra. She went into the closet and put on a pencil skirt, blouse, heels, and my favorite earrings. I had a nice bulge in my pants and when Leah looked over at me she could definitely tell I noticed her outfit. She sauntered over to me, slipping her arms around my waist.
“Somebody likes what they see, hmm?” She kissed me and gave my penis a squeeze, I uttered a soft moan.
“Yes, yes I do like what I see. Do I get to take it off of you tonight?”
“Yes sir, this is an anniversary redo.”
Needless to say work wasn’t really on my mind all day. I kept having fantasies about my wife in her sexy outfit doing all kinds of things, mainly a striptease. I was so glad when it was time to go home and I was really happy when we finally got the kids to bed. Leah had remained in her ultra sexy work clothes all evening. When she made dinner, when we did the dishes, and when we put the kids to bed. I was hooked on to her hotness and was craving her by the time she whispered into my ear, “Let’s go have some fun.” She walked in front of me, leading the way to the bedroom. Her hips were swaying, her legs looked marvelous, and my head was spinning.
We got into our room and I closed and locked the door-no interruptions tonight. I gathered Leah into my arms and kissed her in a deep ravishing way making us both moan in delight. As we broke apart our breathing labored, in a low sultry voice she asked “Is there anything you want tonight, big boy?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Will you do a striptease for me?”
“Go make yourself comfortable on that bed.” I dove to the bed, as she selected music. I pulled back the covers and propped myself up against the pillows. She selected a song and she began to dance. Her dancing is so hard for me to describe because it is so mesmerizing. I just get lost in the awesome sexiness, hotness, and pleasure of watching her dance and strip for me. Watching her undo those buttons on her blouse, one by one by one, in a slow agonizing manner. As she teases me with her skirt, will the zipper be up or down?
I’m so turned on that my pants are literally painful to wear and she still has her bra and thong on. I go to adjust my pants, but Leah tells me no. She removes her bra and crawls on all fours, breasts swaying, to relieve my tensions. We kiss long and deep as she undoes my pants. She works my shirt off placing hot kisses all over me as she works. She reaches to remove my underwear sliding it off of me as my erection bounces out, overjoyed to be removed from it’s painful confines, and I moan at the sensations. Leah begins to work off my pre-cum and squeezes my balls. I feel like I’m going to explode so I make her stop. I need to be inside of her now.
I rip off her thong and pin her on her back to the bed. I place a finger inside of her love hole, we moan simultaneously, she is so wet. In one quick move I thrust my engorged member inside of her and she gasps at the pleasure. I’m pounding her fast and furious, I can feel my orgasm build and I can hear her breathing become raspier and more fevered. I feel her vagina muscles clench around my penis, moaning as she comes. It’s too much for me and I burst hot jets of semen into her, while her love muscles milk me for all I have.
Out of breath, I collapse beside her and draw her in close to me. We kiss long and slow.
“I love you,” she whispers, snuggling deep into my chest falling asleep.
“Love you more.” I mumble before joining her in sleep.
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Marriageheat.com supports marriage intimacy at every level. This story illustrates the power of intimate healing in a marriage. A very frustrating situation brought the remembrance of hurt, but intimate healing is possible for a committed married couple by God’s grace.
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