Chapter 1: Introduction
Justin had always felt ill-at-ease when it came to expressing his desire for his wife, Baillie. Before him she had been with like 10 guys Justin had been with less than 5 woman. Justin was a nice guy, much nicer than all of previous boyfriends, to nice....Baillie never felt the need to have sex because Justin didn't try to turn her on, she never felt desired by her own husband. It was always the bad boys who knew how to show their passion, even though she loved Justin with all her heart.
It's not that Justin didn't want to he didn't know how.....and he really always wanted it to start with her doing something first. The other problem was he couldn't get past the idea of it starting with her grabbing his dick one way or the other. He enjoyed making out and feeling bodies but he wanted her focus to be his dick, he wanted his dick to be touched a lot before sex.
The other thing that hung him up was, how he was supposed to bring up this idea without sounding crude or like a pervert? This is why he never tried it.
But tonight was different, as he made his way to the kitchen, he decided to make a change. He wanted this night, this dinner, this romantic setting, to lead to sex, real, exciting, passionate sex. This was their living room but tonight it was going to be their own personal love nest.
Baillie was waiting for him, cuddled up on the couch, looking as elegant as ever. She had let her hair fall down her shoulders and the shirt she had on wasn't skin tight but it was a little tight along with her pajama pants. He felt his heart rate spike at the sight of her. The lights were low, with candles spread all around, creating a soft and warm atmosphere. They could hear the rain falling outside, at a comforting pace, like a lullaby designed specifically for them.
Justin took a deep breath, knowing that it was now or never.
He walked over to Baillie, trying to exude confidence. He felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he looked down at her, and saw her looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
He took another deep breath, and then he finally spoke.
"Baillie, I know I'm not the best at expressing myself, and I know that even when I do manage to say something, it might come out all wrong. I've never told you what I really want
, what I really need from you. And that's because I've been afraid. Afraid that you'll reject me, afraid that you'll think I'm weird or perverted, but I can't keep it inside anymore. I need to tell you, I need to show you. I want you, Baillie. I want to make love to you, to feel you, to taste you, to touch you. I want to be inside of you, and I want you to be inside of me. I want to fill every inch of you with my love, with my desire.
I want to rip that shirt off and lick your tits, "let me stop you right there" she said. "I don't find that kind of talk
romantic, Justin."
Baillie said, a hint of irritation in her voice.
Justin's face fell, and he felt like an idiot. He had been trying so hard to be romantic, and instead, he had just managed to make her uncomfortable.
He started to apologize, but then she interrupted him.
"No, Justin," she said
, "let me finish. I understand what you're trying to say, and I appreciate it. I know that you want me, and I want you too. But the way you're going about it isn't working for me. I need something more, something different. I need to feel desired, I need to feel like you want me for me, not just for my body. And I need to feel like you're willing to take the time to get to know me, to understand what makes me tick, to make me feel special."
Justin nodded, understanding where she was coming from. "Ok...but considering I got myself all worked up for this could we do it right now? Justin asked with hope in his eyes. Baillie rolled her eyes and sighed, "ugh ...fine
," Baillie said, giving in to his request. "Let's do it right now, Justin. But I want you to promise me that this is just the beginning, that you're going to make the effort to be more romantic and passionate in our marriage. Can you do that?"
"Yes, yes I can," Justin said, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't believe that she had agreed to have sex with him, right here and now. He felt like he had won the lottery.
Baillie stood up from the couch, and slowly grabbed his crotch, feeling his hard on through his pants.
He moaned in pleasure as she started to rub him gently. She was acting like this was a chore and didn't care, "Ok your hard enough let's get this over with
" Baillie said as she started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
Justin's heart sank. He had been hoping for something more, something passionate and romantic, but it seemed like he was just going to get a quick fuck.
He couldn't help the disappointment that washed over him, but he didn't want to ruin the moment, so he did his best to push it aside.
Instead, he focused on the feeling of her hand on his hard cock for a very brief moment
before she pulled his boxers down as well and pushed him onto the couch.
Justin let out a sigh as he sat down, his hard cock pointing straight up in the air, waiting for her to touch it again. But instead, she just stood there in front of him, looking down at him with a blank expression.
Baillie pulled off her shirt, revealing her lacy bra and her perky breasts. Justin couldn't help but stare at them, they were perfect. He wanted to reach out and touch them, to feel their softness in his hands.
But she didn't give him the chance, instead, she climbed on top of him, straddling him. She pulled down her pants, revealing her bare pussy. Justin's dick jerked in anticipation as he felt the heat emanating from her wetness. Justin always liked slow sex, and just as he thought about it Baillie said, "I'm only going slow for a few seconds
, that's all the patience I have for this."
Before he could protest, she had already lowered herself onto him, taking him in fully, causing a gasp to escape both of their lips.
Baillie's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she adjusted to him.
Baillie, not wasting any time, began to rock her hips back and forth on top of Justin. He groaned, feeling every inch of her as she rode him. It was quick, but it was still just as intense as he imagined it. He reached up and grabbed her breasts that were still in her bra, gripping them firmly. He then trailed his hands down her body, feeling her soft skin. He couldn't help but notice how tense she was, how she was trying to hurry this up. She was kind of moaning
, but it didn't feel authentic, he could tell she was just trying to get it over with.
It made him feel even more insecure, he questioned himself if she really wanted him.
But then, she started to move faster, grinding on him with more urgency. He started massaging her breasts.
Baillie leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I'm close, Justin. Are you?"
He nodded, unable to speak. He was close, so close, it had been so long since he had felt this good.
Baillie's movements became more frantic, and he could feel her inner walls contracting around him, gripping him tightly as she moaned louder. He was close, so close, he just needed a little more.
"Fuck, Justin. Yes, just like that." Baillie yelled out.
Baillie leaned down and kissed him hard, her tongue invading his mouth as she rode him harder, faster, deeper. He could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine, the sensation spreading outwards until it consumed him.