Sexless Since Conception
I was having a conversation with Denise, a very close friend of mine last night. She is a very...dominant person. Her husband, Dave, is submissive to a point where he appears scared to death of her at times. There is only way of doing things, and that is Denise's way.
Anyway, Denise is currently six months pregnant. They had problems conceiving, due to ovarian cysts among other things. In describing their rocky road to pregnancy, she related a story to me, of when Dave had to give a sperm sample, checking his status of fertility. "It was disgusting! They didn't have a special room or anything, so he had to use a bathroom and it wasn't working. Eventually I had to... *whispering* go in and ....ahem...help him." I was amused that she found it necessary to whisper. By the expression on her face, you would have guessed she was describing the most vile, disgusting thing she had ever witnessed. Perhaps in her opinion she was.
"I couldn't even look at him while I was doing it. It was so...gross. I told him, 'Now you better make sure you can catch it all in the cup. Don't you dare spill it or get any on me!' We were in there forever! I thought he was never going to....you know."
I can't believe he wasn't bursting with excitement, what with all her kind encouraging words.
"I told him that I would never be doing that again."
His test showed nothing of concern, Denise was put on fertility drugs, and they quickly became pregnant soon after. Yesterday she confided this, "Me and Dave haven't had...*whispering* sex since I got pregnant. *laughing* I don't care though, I got what I want! *laughing*"
I was surprised, but not shocked at what she said. I know she had had terrible morning sickness for the first three months. But that ended three months ago. Was sex to her only for conception? Surely Dave must be...well, horny as hell. Is he really so scared of her, that he is afraid to ask for what is rightfully his? Perplexing.
Maybe I was just lucky, or maybe I truly am a nympho, but my sex life never slowed when I was pregnant. If anything, it picked up, with rather high intensity. Yes, I was slightly nauseous in the beginning, but only ever got sick twice throughout my entire nine months. I took very well to being pregnant, and seemed to crave sex more than ever, coming more easily and with heightened intensity. Rick and I were both working overnight at the time and would often have sex before going to bed in the morning and again upon waking in the afternoon or evening. There was no fear of an unintended pregnancy, so Rick always came inside of me, which of course was more pleasurable to both of us.
Once I went on maternity leave, Rick would come home during his lunch hour while I was blissfully sleeping. I would be awakened by him licking my pussy before he inserted his dick. A quick hard fuck and a kiss goodbye. This happened nearly daily, and led to pleasant dreams afterwards.
Once the baby was born, literally hours later, I was desperatly horny. I knew that sex, the way we knew it, was weeks away. 6 weeks, to be exact, time for the episiotomy to heal and for things to go back to normal. Every book I read, everyone's friendly unsolicited advice, told me that I would not miss the sex. That I would appreciate the break on top of not having time to even think of such things. "Don't worry, you won't have time to miss sex with a new baby!" They were wrong. There was nothing wrong with me. I loved my baby more than anything I had previously known. But I missed the closeness that sex brought between my husband and me.
Our first night home from the hospital, as the baby slept blissfully in the bassinet, I gave Rick a blowjob. He acted shocked, surely expecting a sexless nun of a wife for the next month and a half. I couldn't help it. I had to feel the closeness. I didn't masturbate, or have sex until I was released from my doctor, but I gave Rick regular oral sex, knowing that if for whatever reason he were to be out of comission for any amount of time, that he would do the same for me. Normally, if I'm turned on enough, I can come just by him playing with my breasts, licking and nibbling the nipples as he kneads the meaty flesh. Breastfeeding took that away, but I was still content with our arrangement. Sex is part of what makes me feel like a woman, and there is no reason that anything should take that away from me.
That being said, I can't help but wonder what went wrong with Denise and Dave. I know I'm an exception to the rule, but shouldn't there be some sort of primal urge to fuck her husband? Why doesn't he just say something? Its been six months! I don't think Rick and I would be as close as we are, if we didn't regularly make love. At this rate, they won't be having sex until Denise decides she wants to get pregnant again. No wonder men get angry and frustrated. Its unsettling how disturbed she seems to be with all things sexual. If she had any idea what my sex life was like, I think she would faint. Dave would appreciate it though. lol