Your wife
You managed to get married. After flirting with many women and even more rejections, and a few dating failures, you managed to get one from the first talk, to the wedding ceremony, passing by the first date, the third date, meeting the parents and joining the families on a day of celebration.This is it! There she is, next you to, in your home, in her pajama, reading on her Kindle.
Your wife is a proper woman. Everyone told you. At the wedding, your family was excited that you found a "good conservative woman to marry", and that's when they didn't call her a girl.
And in her family, they would comment on how nice it was that their "proper" relative found a "nice" guy to marry.
Right. Nice.
You waited for your wedding night to have sex with her, but, she did give you a few blow jobs before, and you managed to convinced her to go down on her twice. It made her look forward to more, and on your wedding night, you pierced her hymen, gently, softly, on a towel that she brought for the express purpose. So that the hotel wouldn't have to deal with the blood.
She cried in your arms, but explained that it was a good thing. Happy she had saved herself for you. Relieved she had managed not to be spoiled by someone else.
That night, she slept naked in your arms, exhausted by her emotions, but in the morning, she woke up early, before you did, to get dressed in her pajama and to brush her teeth and her hair before coming back to sleep.
That morning, you had sex for the first real time, and you both enjoyed it. She renewed her love for you... but then, you rushed to go eat brunch with her parents. Because, of course, she is close to them and they wanted to touch base with her.
It was pleasant, and your father-in-law kept you company when your wife and her mother went to the restroom for a good 15 to 20 minutes.
But both women came back smiling, and that night, your wife told you that she told everything to her mother. How patient you were the previous night with her hymen, how good it felt that morning with her.
Meanwhile, her father mainly gave tricks on how to maintain the home properly. How to cut grass. "don't use a bag so that the mulch can help keep the moisture in and decompose in the ground", but also how to help your wife, his daughter, with chores.
In the afternoon, you had sex for the second time, this time, taking your time even more, and she had her first full orgasm. You both thought she had this morning, but this was a lot stronger.
She had admitted not to have really masturbated, so this took her by surprise.
You cuddled when you were done, and she put one of her nice summer dresses to go eat in the restaurant of the hotel.
Soon enough, you were both back to work, and to a routine where you would have sex twice, sometimes, three times per week.
You would take her out for a date on Friday , and after the date, would usually make long passionate sex with her. On Saturday, when she is still reeling from the previous night, you often have a quickie in the morning, or typical average sex in the evening, but never both.
When you do it three times, is when on Sunday, you manage to convince her of a quickie before sleep. There seems to be no rhyme or reason with when it will work and when it will not.
During the week, however, almost nothing ever happens. She is exhausted by work, by chores (, by the commute, by life... until the next Friday.
Oh, you kiss, every day. And about once per week, you manage to share a shower with her, and sometimes, once in a blue moon, she fools around in it, but, if you do, it seems to reduce the chances of sex on the following Sunday.
You've tried to talk about the lack of sex, but it makes her ill at ease to talk about it and she tries to change the subject. . . You did realize that the more direct you are, the worse results you get.. Beating around the bush and being less direct, however, rarely works.
It seems now that you are in a sort of rut. You have a great Friday evening, where she is at her wildest. You have a more or less ok Saturday adventure with her, and occasionally, a fun Sunday evening. .
Plenty of your friends would kill to have such a sexy wife, and to be able to have sex with her 2 to 3 times per week but something in missing. Your wife is particularly disgusted that Steven, one of your friends, seems to have a crush on her.
Her best friend is called Sandra. The two are like peas in a pod and talk about almost everything. Yet, both spend their time complaining how society is pushing for women to become bisexual and that it's disgusting women are expected to have sex with one another.
Sometimes, you manage to get some of her fantasies, but not often. Once, male chastity came up, and she seems disgusted by the idea, and quickly changed the subject.
And yet, it's not enough for you.
You have desires, fantasies... Things to explore. And if she is to be the only woman you have sex with for the rest of your life, you are keen to explore them.
First and foremost, there is your chastity desire...
You have no idea where it comes from. Well, you know when it was triggered, through porn. But why did it trigger something in you?
You even had a device from before you even met her, but after losing many potential wives when opening about it, you became scared.
What if you mention it and she divorces you? What if she tells her parents and her father beats you up for being a pervert?
Except that she loves you, and tells you often how lucky she feels to have you in her life. To have picked a good guy.
Chastity wouldn't make you a bad guy...
But then, you have other deeper fantasies. Could she be the one there too?
She is the perfect partner, will make an excellent mother, and you love her so much.
Can she be turned into someone who can fulfill your fantasies?
The thing is, she is starting to sense your hesitation. And on your date, in your favorite restaurant, she looks at you and asks you what's wrong.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?", she says.
She looks at you. How can you open about your desires? What will she reply? What can you even do?