She had a variety of excuses for why "we can't tonight", and the arrival of Katie in our home was yet another of these. She couldn't possibly have sex...whilst her sister was in the house. Or even if Katie was out somewhere, the risk of her coming back was too high it seemed. The usual headaches, time of the month, too tired and not in the mood excuses abounded the rest of the time, and to be honest after 9 months of enforced celibacy, I had stopped even trying. Instead, I spent most of my time. Iought to be in a unique position, to answer that age-old question ofwhich is better the female or the male orgasm? I can't. Orgasm is athing of the moment, difficult to recall.But for me, Polly, I can tell you one thing for sure. Maybe because itwas harder for me to get there, I don't know, but in one way my orgasmsas Polly were far superior to those of Martin or Katie. They wereimmensely *satisfying*. Post coitus omnes animales sont triste? NotPolly. I felt *great*. Kind of revelled in. He takes off his boxers and throw them across the room. Exposing his rock hard cock. He smiles knowing she can't touch it, can't see it, but she *knows* it’s right there and rock hard for her. He teases her a little by rubbing the head of his cock deliberately over her clit. He sees a shiver of pleasure passing through her. "All that's missing now, is a ball gag..." He mumbles thoughtfully, knowing she will hear it. "Not today though, some other time... Right now... I want you to be able to. I think the men suspected my new-found lack of initiative to take a risk for any reason and they resented my authority.I remembered that life in the chaos of combat was entirely different when I was free as a bird and not concerned about the effect my demise would have on my wife and family at home. It was only after I married that I became more stable in my actions and my reputation as a risk-taker of notorious proportion was ruined forever. I could see now that it probably saved my life in.