That too to be frank, really it had been more than 3 months I had real sex with my husband. Since he moved to Bangalore, he visited home once in a mon...h or so and even if I voluntarily ask for sex, simply he says he is not interested and says to prove the world that he is not an impotent, he has given birth to a child. Just think of my position. I am very hungry of sex. But he has given me freedom and he himself purchases and give me ALL SORTS OF PIRATED CD’S, etc., and asks me to enjoy sex, if. I have told him no, that I could NEVER do anything like that. I am however torn by my sexual appetites, and my need as I get older to have satisfying sex, and my religious mandate to do as my husband says. I know that it is wrong on many different levels to have sex with someone other than my husband, but if that is what he needs to make him happy, then according to Islam, a woman must obey her husband, so I should give him what he wants. I feel like I am caught in a decision that has no right. Even the lightest brushing on them wouldcause something close to an electric shock. One night, when walkingaround my house in just a neglig?, the brushing of the silk over mynipples, my clitoris and my legs sent such shockwaves that I had to liedown in bed, overwhelmed and drained by such female sensations!But the real focus of such new sensations was definitely in my belly. Theoestrogenic diet I had been following prior to my puberty, together witha severe gynecomastia had worked wonders.. After that, I would stay awake on purpose, listen for the noises and sneak out to look and play with myself while I was watching…”Stop it, Phyllis,” Hubby said…”You’re making me cum just listening to you.” Hubby leaned over, pulled me down, mounted and fucked the hell out of me…I came so much that morning I couldn’t wait to tell him more of my secrets. Confession, I decided early in my marriage, was good for my soul and meant a very serious fucking was part of the deal. I couldn’t wait to.