I have a stereotypically boring sex life. My wife feels vanilla sex should be good enough, treats oral as foreplay only, anal completely out of the question, and everything else I fantasize about is not even in the realm of possibility.
I have approached the subject on several occasions, often I'm met with disbelief that I'm dissatisfied. How can I not be happy with our sex life we do it all the time?
For the record once every month and a half is not all the time. It barely counts as a sex life. I got laid more in high school as a band geek.
One night I got tired of taking matters into my own hands so to speak, she had just taken a shower and laid down next to me in bed. One of my wife's favorite things was foot massages. As she read her book I decided to see where things would go if I indulged her.
I quietly shifted positions set up my tab on the end of the bed and took her left foot in my hands. I didn't say a word to her, just began absent minded rubbing while watching a show. Almost immediately I heard moaning from the other side of the bed, I snuck a glance and so she still had her book up, but her eyes were rolling and fluttering. I smiled and kept going, pausing on the rubbing every few moments to gently brush my fingers up her leg and back down again, watching the goose bumps form and her body twitch with pleasure each time.
After about 10 minutes I switched to her other foot doing the same thing. Every time I paused to stroke her leg I'd let my hand stray just a little further up, until I was teasing the bottoms of her underwear.
Another 10 minutes of this and my hands were starting to cramp up. I decided to stop, it didn't seem to be going anywhere but I liked her reactions.
As I shifted back to laying down next to her she smiled at me and thanked me. "What was that for?" She asked. "I knew you had a rough day on your feet and thought you'd like it." I said.
She kissed me softly, then turned back to her book. I noticed she was shifting back and forth and I asked what was wrong. "Just sore muscles." She said. I joked "well it better not be your feet after all that."
"Oh no, they are great thank you. Just the rest of me now." She said.
I began rubbing her back. Which if her feet were her favorite then this was a close second.
I loved how with each stroke and rub she would let out a soft moan to let me know what she liked. I often joked how she was my favorite musical instrument. I was sure to keep alternating between hard rubs and gentle brushing. Bringing my fingers across the back of her neck, then down her spine always produced the most pleasurable sounds.
I decided to get a little riskier at this point and slipped my hand up the back of her shirt. The skin to skin contact was electrifying. I loved how soft she always was and I told her so. The soft pleasurable moan she let out in response was payment enough for now.
