Rekindling (The End)

I lie my wife down on the bed, slowly pulling her t-shirt up and over her head. I reach behind her unclasping her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts. I gently squeeze each soft mound, before my hands rake down her naked tummy to unfasten her jeans. I pull her jeans and panties down her shapely legs. After standing up and removing my own clothes, I slip in bed beside her.I pull her closely against my chest, running my fingers through her hair. She exudes peacefulness at this moment. Her peace was hard fought and I don?t dare disturb it with sexual advances. It just doesn?t feel like our time ... yet. I am not without want. But, my desires are contained by this tranquil energy between us. I can wait a little longer.Pillow talk has been missing from our relationship for quite some time. I talk to her, ask her about her dreams for our future, as I caress her body. It is exciting to make plans for our family. These plans stoke the fires of hope rising within us. After some time, we drift bursa escort off to sleep, clinging to each other.The movement on the mattress wakes me. I open my eyes to see her in a corner fumbling with a bag. She retrieves something and walks out the door, leaving me wondering what she is doing. I hear noises from the living room and get out of bed to check on her.As I reach the doorway, my eyes shoot to the movement on the couch. My first reaction is happiness, as I see my wife spreading her legs and tentatively placing the wand against her sweet spot. I see her back arch at its first sensitive touch. Then, my emotions abruptly change. You might think less of me now. After all, I bought this toy, wanting to please her, hoping to excite her. It worked. But, I am human and my fragile male ego overtakes my emotions. As the wand stimulates her, a knife stabs and twists in my abdomen. I stalk back to bed, not letting her see me. I close my eyes tightly, fuming inside. bursa escort bayan I know what you are thinking. I can?t help it.I hear her come to bed shortly. Apparently, her response to the wand is quick and satisfying once again. My back is to her and she wraps her arms wrap around me, but I feign contented sleep. I hear her soft purring snores soon, as sleep evades me the rest of the night.At daybreak, I head for a shower. This time it is a warm one, as my cock feels dead. No cold water is needed. My eyes are closed as I plunge my face into the water stream - giving in to my sulk. I unexpectedly feel her hand on my back. Flinching at her touch, I turn to face her. Her smile immediately fades at my frustrated expression. My wife knows me as well as I know her. She knows something is wrong.We just stare into each other?s eyes for a few minutes, neither knowing what to do. You won?t think much of me for what I am about to do. I reach out and give her escort bursa a hard spank on her ass.Smack!?Ow!? She jumps, biting her lip.More minutes pass. I am angry.?You saw me.??I saw you.?Another minute passes, tumultuous emotions exposed.?Spank me again.?I grab her arm, gritting my teeth while I turn her to the side and spank her hard again. Smack!She flinches as her ass reddens.?You are hurt I didn?t come to you instead.??I am hurt you didn?t come to me instead.??Again. Harder,? she says pleading with her eyes.Smack!?I berated you for masturbating, but then I did it.??Yes.?Smack!I release her and walk out of the shower.I can?t explain what just happened. Judge me as you will. I am human.I sulk in the living room and then move to the bedroom. She is still in the shower and sees me through the window.Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grab my cock. With my eyes never leaving her face, I stroke myself with hard, slow strokes. I am hurting and again can?t explain my actions. My emotions are very raw. She stares at me with an unreadable look on her face. Then, she soaps her hands, and moves them to her milky white breasts, never breaking eye contact with me. She massages her mounds, and pulls at both nipples, with quick, deliberate tugs.