A Good Marriage Apart From Sex

The title says it all. Her idea for the solution is different from 
his.

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A Good Marriage Apart From Sex.

by

Kortpeel 




After our second child was born Anna lost interest in sex. In fact 
she came positively to dislike it. She became quite grudging about 
letting me fuck her and offered a hand job instead.

Then even that became too disgusting for her but I insisted on a 
weekly wank even though she hated doing it.

Apart from that we got on fine We both loved our children and we 
had a good marriage in every way apart from sex. It was a real 
shame she felt that way because Anna at 28 is a lovely woman with a 
slim attractive figure and the most beautiful boobs.

One Sunday as I was looking forward to my after lunch release she 
asked me why I made her do it even though she hated it.

"Cos you're my wife. A man needs his release and is entitled to it. 
Besides. It isn't much to ask really, is it? I don't get to fuck 
you any more."

"I think it's selfish and piggish of you to make me do it," she 
said, applying lotion to my prick and rubbing it in. I'd stripped 
off for the occasion and was laying on the bed. Anna was kneeling 
at the side of the bed working on me.

"Why not let me try to do something for you?"

"No you leave me alone," She visibly shuddered at the idea of me 
bringing her off by hand.

"Oh." I was disappointed. I hoped I could bring her 
round. "Wouldn't you like to try, say a back rub?"

She was working my prick nicely at that stage. I'll say this much 
for Anna, she didn't enjoy wanking me but she did make a lovely job 
of it. 

"May be." Then she added something else which I didn't catch 
because I was ejaculating.

She cleaned up my mess and then, to my surprise,  started to take 
off her top.

"Now you can rub my back. You've just come so there doesn't need to 
be any of your nonsense." The waistband of her jeans formed the 
line that I shouldn't that I shouldn't go beyond.

Anna was right about that. Instead I gave her the best back rub 
that I could. To her surprise and mine she enjoyed it and felt 
better for it.

Apart from my sexual desires we were compatible and got on well in 
every other respect. She thanked me warmly for the back massage and 
asked me where I learnt to do it so well..

"I read a book on it once," I told her. That was true but I didn't 
tell her about Dinah's massage parlour where I'd learnt a lot about 
being massaged.

According to that book I'd read, light caressing strokes down a 
woman's spine are apt to be a turn on so I'd given her plenty of 
those. I continued to do so over the next few weeks. There was some 
progress. She started to remove her jeans for the massage which 
lowered the line I shouldn't cross. When she removed the panties as 
well I still stopped at the line just so that she had nothing to 
complain about. It made her a lot less grudging about giving me a 
wank though and because her massage was after I'd come it was 
relatively easy for me to be restrained.

One evening she asked  what else there was to massage apart from 
the back rub.

"The feet and legs," I told her. "Those areas respond well to a 
good rubbing."

Come the week end she wanted her feet and legs rubbed too, after 
I'd done her back. 

She thoroughly enjoyed it but not wanting to upset her I'd stopped 
at the lower thighs. She would have liked all the thighs done but 
as before, I didn't want to give her anything to complain about. In 
the end she asked about having her thighs done too.

"The books recommends thighs and buttocks but you're so adamant 
about none of my nonsense as you put it that I left them out.  The 
book said it stimulated the libido."

"Oh."

Come the weekend, when it was her turn to be done she wanted to be 
done all over, "like we talked about."

So that's what I did. 

Starting on her back I worked in those spinal caresses that she 
seemed to enjoy, did a spot of reflexology on her feet and worked 
my way up one leg at a time to the knees.

She was thoroughly enjoying the attention. "Now are you sure you 
want thighs and buttocks?"

She was. She got it. Light caressing strokes on the thighs and 
buttocks had her starting to become aroused. I just kept going 
until I judged she'd want more. I tried a few light accidental 
brushes. She loved it. I stopped.

"Oh don't stop. Give me some more of that."

"This?"  I was lightly caressing the inner part of her upper thighs.

"Yes. Up a bit."

"You sure?"

"For heaven's sake …"

So I worked her over by hand. Slowly, gently and no rush. After all 
her 'sex is disgusting' preaching that she'd been into since our 
last baby was born I rather enjoyed seeing her in this blissful 
state. Eventually she climaxed. I worked her through until 
afterwards she lay there totally relaxed and seeming short of 
breath.

I left her in her pleasant afterglow, dressed and went downstairs. 
Later she joined me with a kiss. "Thank you, darling. That was 
wonderful."

She didn't say anything else so I left it at that. Was she getting 
back into enjoying sex again? I certainly hoped so.

Anna must have been thinking about it. One evening the following 
week she brought up the subject of her massage. Would I give her 
the same treatment next week end?

"Yes of course. If that's what you want."

"Hmm yes.. It really was lovely. What's part of the pleasure is the 
feeling of being pampered so."

"You like that? Being pampered."

"I love it. Do you know there are women who pay fortunes for just 
that kind of treatment."

"Really. Couldn't we open a business?"

"If we did you wouldn't be the masseur."

"Pity. It's a line of work I could take to."

"There is one thing though …"

"Yes?

"Please don't make me give you a wank first. That leaves an after 
effect that …kind of takes the edge off."

I shrugged. "Ok."

"Thank you Darling."

"Course, without the wank I'll get a hard on."

She hadn't thought of that. "Hmm yes.. I suppose you could put 
something on but I like you in the nude for it. Perhaps I could 
simply tape you up with sticking plaster. That'll stop your prick 
getting in the way "

Anna was looking forward to her pampering, as she had come to call 
it, with an enthusiasm that was unusual for her. It was as if all 
of her sexual needs, that she denied to herself, were coming out in 
this thinly disguised form. She would allow herself to 
be 'pampered' but not fucked. Then again, as she put so much of 
herself into home and family as well as a full time job, I suppose 
she felt entitled to some pampering and it was natural that she 
would enjoy it. She organised a supply of lotions, massage and 
essential oils and got a book on the subject for me to study. I 
found it quite interesting

Because it seem to mean so much to her, I did my best for her on 
the following Sunday morning and she loved it. Her idea of sticking 
plaster worked to her satisfaction and that was the only attention 
she gave me that weekend. I gave her a bath, dried her off, oiled 
her body and gave her a thorough all over massage that left her 
feeling great. She also seemed to enjoy the sexual release that was 
now part of the process.

Over the next few months Anna's Sunday morning pampering session 
became a routine in our lives. We refined it, got a proper massage 
table to use instead of the  bed and converted an old spare room in 
the outbuildings to a luxurious salon complete with all the 
plumbing. That was expensive but we decided to afford it.

The only bad spot in an otherwise near-idyllic life style was the 
lack of proper release for my own sexual needs. I jerked off 
regularly and paid the regular discreet visit to Dinah's parlour 
where at least  I had a pretty girl called Sally bring me off.  I 
suppose I could have gone further in that direction but it would 
have been risky and in any case I didn't feel justified in cheating 
on Anna.

Anna herself eventually brought up the topic of my sexual release 
one evening in the week. By that stage we were well into the 
pattern of her Sunday pampering. She was surprisingly tentative 
about the subject but eventually, after skating around she asked me 
if it bothered me that I wasn't getting any sex.

"I've accepted that you don't want intercourse and you aren't 
comfortable jerking me off," I told her. "I've come to terms with 
that."

"But what about your own personal needs?"

"I give myself about three or four ejaculations a week."

She nodded. It was probably what she expected. "I've been feeling 
bad about not attending to your needs when you've been looking 
after me so beautifully. I er want to do something about it. To get 
rid of all that unrelieved lust you must be feeling. How would you 
feel about that?"

"I'd love it. What did you have in mind?"

"I've got a lady coming around tomorrow evening. She does this sort 
of thing. We can er talk about it. Look I know this is definitely 
not normal but I think it's the answer. It would be better for you 
in the long run."

I could see that Anna was embarrassed, nervous even, talking about 
my sexual needs but I was so pleased she'd decided to do something 
about it. It was unconventional to get another woman in but I 
suppose we had an unconventional problem.  Well that suited me 
fine. I wouldn't cheat on Anna but if she organised it on my behalf 
… Well it would ungracious of me not to enjoy what Anna had 
planned. 

"You sure you don't mind? Because if you're not happy with it -"

"No that's fine Anna. I know it's unusual but it's better than 
going on like this."

"I'm so pleased. Mike you are the most wonderful husband and I do 
love you. I'm sorry that I can't be the wife you really want."

Next day, just before the woman that Anna had organised was due, 
Anna seemed to be having second thoughts. "You don't have to do 
this for me."

I'd been looking forward to this all day, having a glorious screw 
of some woman that my own wife had organised for me. And even if it 
was only a hand job that I was going to get I still wanted it. I 
did my best to reassure Anna that it was the right thing, unless of 
course she would let me screw her again. That made her see the 
sense of her plan.

A knock and the door. Anna answered it and I was absolutely 
astonished to see Dinah of massage parlour fame walk in to our 
living room.

"Hello Mike," Dinah said. Anna has told me so much about you."

"Mike this is Dinah. The lady I told you about."

"Hello Dinah." I shook her hand as if meeting her for the first 
time.

"And this is Sally, my assistant." Sally had come in behind Dinah. 
She was the pretty young Miss who had given me many a massage and 
hand job ever since Anna had gone off sex. Oh boy was I pleased to 
see her there. This was going to be absolute heaven and with Anna's 
consent.

"Er I've discussed it with Mike and he's happy about it," Anna was 
saying

Dinah and Sally looked at each other. They both must have known 
dam' well I was happy with it. 

"Well let's get on with it then," Dinah replied.

"We have a good place for it," Anna seemed more nervous about this 
than any of us. She led the way to the outbuildings where we had 
our own private massage parlour.

"Very nice," was Dinah's comment as she looked around.  Sally 
looked around too. It was actually better than the room where she 
worked. Sally put down the bag she was carrying and proceeded to 
strip. This embarrassed Anna.

"You are going to stay?" Dinah asked her.

"Yes. I suppose I should." I realised Anna would have preferred to 
be elsewhere but was staying out of some misplaced sense of 
obligation to me. Well, let her stay. Perhaps she'll learn 
something. This probably meant I was going to get a massage and a 
hand job. That was ok and I could have a good screw next time when 
Anna was over this stupid sense of guilt.

"Get naked," Sally ordered. "Then on the table on your back."

This was different. She usually wanted me on my front to begin 
with. She adjusted the headrest to give me a view of what would be 
going on down there.

"How about the restraints?" Dinah was holding some leather straps 
that she'd taken from Sally's bag

"Why not?" I'd never been restrained before so this would be a 
novelty. Dinah was astonishingly expert at restraint. In what 
seemed to be a few seconds I was completely immobilised and 
helpless. All I could do was twitch my prick which had risen in 
anticipation of delights to come.

Sally had produced some scissors from her bag and was cutting off 
my pubic hair. I already had a cock and ball shave for Anna's 
sticking plaster thing so Sally had just the pubic triangle to do.  
Dinah meanwhile had squirted my balls with an aerosol which was 
delightful and made the scrotum contract. She did something down 
there that I couldn't see because Sally was in the way. Then she 
started to work the scrotum, gently massaging, stretching and 
warming it with her hands. Sally was busy lathering and shaving 
smooth my pube. She was holding my prick with one hand so I gave it 
a few twitches. She knew what I was doing and smiled at me. "This 
is no time to rush things."

Sally finished, patted me dry and moved out of Dinah's way. Sally 
had moved behind so I couldn't see her. She was doing something 
though, I could hear.

Dinah was holding something bright and metallic. Almighty! It was a 
scalpel. What the -

At that point Sally stuck sticking plaster over my mouth and I 
couldn't say a word. "Just a precaution," she whispered in my ear. 

Anna was looking ghastly pale. For some stupid reason my prick was 
pointing skyward and Dinah was doing something horrible to my 
balls. Sally took my prick,  pointed it toward  my chest and began 
stroking gently. In fascinated horror I felt Dinah remove my 
scrotum. Anna collapsed on to the floor in a faint and I gurgled 
into my gag. Dinah was still busy down there. She muttered 
something to Sally who brought up her stroke rate which caused me 
to spurt sperm over my chest and stomach.

Dinah wielded her scalpel and my balls were gone. It had all 
happened in under half a minute. I may have passed out briefly. I 
heard Anna say "Take them away. Get rid of them."

"Anna, you can't do that. This is the manhood your husband gave up 
for you. It's the greatest act of love a man can make for a woman. 
Show some respect."

"Oh my God! What have I done?"

"Leave them to me. I'll have them treated for you."

"I shall never forgive myself."

Someone, it must have been Sally, was still working on me. Sewing 
me up I presumed.

Later, I think I heard Anna again. "How is he? Is he going to be 
all right?"

"He'll be fine after a night's rest."

And at some point I think I heard Sally say "Fancy, Mike of all 
people. I'd never have thought he'd be one to agree to this."

"No. He must love her very much."

"Isn't that beautiful?"

Next thing I knew it was daylight and I was in bed. Anna who'd been 
keeping vigil saw me wake up. 

She leant over and kissed me tenderly. "How're you feeling"

I moved to get up.

"No stay in bed."

"I gotta pee."

I got out of bed. I was naked. And ball-less. It felt different as 
I moved. Peeing was perfectly normal though. Anna wanted to see 
what they'd done and burst into tears when she saw the stitches

"Welcome to the rest of our lives, honey." I spoke in a calm voice. 
I could just as easily have screamed and shouted at her and told 
she was stupid dumb self-centred bitch. On the other hand having 
her on a guilt trip would give her something to think about. I 
think I made the right choice. She made breakfast and I had her 
running around at my beck and call.

Next day I got myself, unknown to Anna, into a GP's rooms and told 
him I wanted to be as normal as possible. What could he do?

He examined the site of the surgery, pronounced it a professional 
job and asked who did it.

"You don't want to know," I told him. "This is very confidential." 

He understood. "You're not the first case I've had like this. 
Someone out there is performing illegal surgery.  And doing it well 
too."

I got the impression he had his suspicions as to who it was but he 
didn't say anything. He prescribed a gel that I had to rub on the 
skin and also a test kit for checking testosterone level in the 
blood.

"Now listen carefully. The amount of testosterone needs to be about 
150 as a base dose to keep you looking normal. Less than that and 
your skin will start to look softer. There are other things too. 
For a normal libido you want to be at about three hundred. If you 
go too high it makes you aggressive and you get angry easily. Lose 
your temper and all that."

I nodded, understanding perfectly.

"But the important thing to remember is that those values are just 
a guide. The optimal doses are very personal. Depends very much on 
your own physiology. You'll need to experiment to find out what's 
best for you."

"How do I tell?"

"Just let your own feelings be a guide. If it feels right it is 
right."

I nodded again. I wasn't too keen on experimenting on myself. I'd 
rather have had definite levels to work to. It would have been 
simpler.

"Now there are advantages to keeping the level low. For one thing 
it's less expensive. "

I smiled at his joke. He got serious again.

"But more importantly, a low testosterone level is good for the 
heart and arteries. Also you are less likely to get certain 
cancers."

"Really?"

"So as long as you didn't plan on having children, whoever did this 
has actually done you a favour."

I liked that Doctor. He was very reassuring. I felt much better and 
more confident when I left him. Knowing that I could be just as 
normal as any guy who's had a vasectomy cheered me up a lot.

On the way home I acknowledged to myself that what had happened had 
been partly my own fault. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't 
been so eager to get a bit on the side - with my wife's consent. 
And it was partly Anna's fault too for being so stupid about sex. 
Her idea of treating my lust had been to remove the lust, not 
indulge it. I decided to persuade her to go for counselling about 
her frigidity. While she was feeling guilty she'd probably agree to 
it. 

And Dinah? Perhaps I'd need to pay her a visit too. It would be 
part of the experimental process that the Doctor had explained to 
me.

Yes. Dinah and Sally owed me something. I was looking forward to 
some of their first class treatments.

End