I Told My Past Intimate Stories to My Wife

We've been married for eight years, I have always known how I share my intimate moments with my wife Elsie. 

On this faithful Friday night, I decided to try something different. The outcome was not the best, what I thought was a simple play to get her ready for the night, turned bizarre.

We went to bed early

It was one of those Friday evening when I did not really have much to do at work. I was home early by 6pm. Dinner was the normal rice with chicken, I was able to wind it down with a little more than enough wine.

At about 8pm I felt a little tipsy and decided to wind up in bed early. Knowing my wife Elsie, she's normally gone by eight and half. I took a quick shower and shoved myself into my normal pyjamas.

Unfortunately sleep eluded me; I was just tossing around in bed. That was when the idea to spend some energy on Elsie to make ourselves happy sexually.

I was very certain, knowing for sure by the time the game is over we'll both be well spent and ready to call it a night.

She dropped heavily by my side at exactly half past eight per the clock in our bedroom. She was dressed in a very transparent gown which almost sent my heart racing.

I tried a few things to turn her on

Just after a few minutes, I decided to initiate my diabolical moves to get her in the mood. 

My first attempt was to put my arm on her as if to check if she was there. I started by robbing her back in a slow motion fashion.

Elsie didn't move or even made any sound, I gently manage to sneaked my hand under her gown towards her lower part and yet no response.

The idea just hit me not to go direct but rather involve her in a chat or story of intimacy that will actually get her mind unto sex.

The silly thing I did was to start telling stories from my old school days and all the fun I had with girls I had something to do with.

When I started, she showed interest and turned her head towards me and that made me felt I was in unto something. 

The mention of those girls and referring to them as my school time crash brought some smiles unto her face.

I decided to tell intimate stories

I decided to tell intimate stories about my rare engagement I had with these girls. I didn't know I was going to step on the tail of a snake.

I started by how I manage to lure one of these girls into a hotel and how I stripe her naked and worked on her body from head to toe. I went into so much details of how I had her screaming and begging for more.

I was so busy crafting my stories and giving photographic memories from my head since most of the scenes where not real but I have this cunning ability to make things up.

As I got into the intense part of my stories, I had to concentrate so much that I lost focus on her facial expression and how she was taking this whole intimate sexual encounters with my so called old school ex.

Was expecting a positive response

As I went on, I was expecting her to be well cooked by now and ready and wet for me by the time I finished. I was so intensely lost in my creativity such that I refuse to see the intense rage that was building up per each encounter I unleashed.

Unfortunately, I centred mostly on her weaknesses in bed to craft my ecstasy stories. 

This then projected the fact that, almost all the girls I met in high school were better than her and to her, these are potential challenge to her position as a wife should any of these girls pop up in my life.

What I said that drove her naught

Elsie, hates giving a head, which she knows I love very much. So on this occasion where I have really praised these girls as excellent participants when it comes to giving head, to her, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

I was so stupid, I dwell so much on those experiences, knowing she lack them and anyone engaging me in those experiences could be a better suitor than her. 

I spent much time giving detail account of how excited I was and how I could wish to have it any day.

My utter shock

I was consumed in my stories, thinking I was almost winding up to a big day deal. 

I was hoping and expecting Elsie should be all ready and wet, just waiting for me to unleash my passion on her like a voracious lion consuming its prey.

Before I could see, Elsie quickly woke up from the bed and stormed out of the room.

I paused suddenly watching her wonderful set of bum and her beautiful love handles drawn explicitly in the almost naked night gown wagging their way in quick strides out of the room.

I jumped up quickly and followed her to the sitting room. She comfortably snuggled herself into to the long leather sofa chair with a hateful look on her face. 

There and then, I knew I was in trouble.

I didn't asked what I did wrong but immediately started to apologise. Not really knowing what I've done so far. I asked her to forgive whatever I said wrong and to just take it as past tense.

She refused to sleep in our bed that night and slept on that sofa for the next 5 days despite my persistent begging and apologising.

How long I suffered without sex

We never had sex for more than 2 months, and each time I try to find what exactly I said that turned her off, she said she doesn't want to talk about it.

 Now, how do I know my fault when the person decides not to talk?

It wasn't an easy moment for me, Elsie was cold towards me for a very long time and I wonder how a simple telling of my past stories could have such a devastating effect on her.

I spoke to a few close friends but they couldn't do much to change her mood.

How I decided to practice the same act on her

After about 3 months, things came back to normal and I deciphered from my story telling that, I was saying so much that I wasn't even practicing with her.

I therefore decided to open up and explore all my school days intimate activities with her.

Things went north, and boy, you couldn't imagine the screams and the shouts out of excitement. 

I realised I was holding back so much thinking because she doesn't like participating in certain acts that she perceived as indecent.

The fact that she also realised I enjoyed those acts in the past, I think she may perceived that if she doesn't practice them, I may find someone else to do them for me.

Our sex life is now entirely different and I'm very amazed at the things she could do to me now.

I must say I'm enjoying more than I used to do in my school days.

As much as I was sad for opening that can of worms, I must say it was necessary to turn things around in our sex life. 

It's very enjoyable now, and I will never forget the experiences I'm having at the moment.

Moral of the story

Some times it's necessary to create war for peace to prevail. If I hadn't caused this problem which to me was devastating, I wouldn't have found the level of enjoyment and freedom that I have now.

I never planned to create that problem but it happened out of my careless talk, but guess what, that's exactly what has set us on a new pedestal in our sex life.

I encourage each and everyone, if you have issues in your relationships I think the best is to bring it to the fore and talk about it. 

That's exactly what I refused to do and I was suffering silently and denying myself of all the fun in my marriage.