Whatever Your Heart Desires

That was the problem; he never stopped. I know what you are thinking. Are you insane? How could that be a PROBLEM? Simple. He never stopped because he never came, not once, in all the times we had intercourse. I couldn't even make him cum orally – and I am no slouch when it comes to giving blowjobs! Oh, he could get himself off. He usually did that later on, when I wasn't around – unless I insisted on being there beside him, sharing it with him. If I asked him what he had been thinking about when he came, he invariably replied it was how happy I made him. Yeah, right.

For his part, he never complained, never held it against me, never seemed to give it a second thought. He didn't have to; I did. I loved my husband, truly, madly, deeply, and wanted with all my heart to return to him the gift of sexual and emotional fulfillment he had bestowed upon me. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to do that. I had never had a problem getting a guy off before. Now here I was, married to the most incredible, wonderful guy on Earth, and I couldn't make him cum. For the first time in my life, had performance anxiety – and it was making me an emotional wreck!

I was rushed one morning. Danny had already left for an appointment with one of his regular clients and would be gone all day. I was running late for the office. Today was a ‘triple-witching day'; I had to pay the electric, cable, and cell phone bills. We were set up to pay our bills via online banking, so I sat down at the desk. Danny had obviously used the computer that morning, probably to check his e-mail. He must have been either distracted or in a hurry, as I was at that moment; he had left the machine up and logged into his account. Danny never did that. He belonged to the school of thought that you shut down the machine when not in use to save electricity and prevent unnecessary wear and tear on the hard drive and monitor, not trusting ACPI to do the job. Since I was in a hurry, I simply accessed the Internet through his account, rather than logging off and signing on under my own - a first for me.