Latest update: Just in case anyone was interested to know how things were going. Many good, deep chats between my OH and I since my last post.
It turns out my OH has been carrying a major insecurity around with her for much longer than we’ve been together. A hang-up about herself that she’s been too ashamed to admit, which has been a key reason for her holding back sexually in our relationship.
While in her mid-teens my OH began hating her own downstairs area. Mostly it’s revolved around believing she had/has far more pubic hair than other girls/women, and it was something to be embarrassed about. It caused her to hide her nethers from anyone and everyone, and meant she effectively had to be a bit drunk before she’d get intimate.
I suspect it’s maybe part of the reason she had a few more casual encounters than longer-term flings, and has prevented her from enjoying being the centre of attention or really letting go in the bedroom.
My OH still feels a bit gross when I’m touching her, because the thought of her not being ‘normal’ gets in the way, and she worries about what I’m touching. I love performing oral sex but it doesn’t happen often in my marriage, and now I know why.
She’s way off the mark, and has been damaging herself emotionally for no reason … but has realised now how it’s crept into many aspects of our relationship, and the negative impact it’s had/having.
We’re working on it. Her pussy is gorgeous. I love her pubic hair, and everything that goes with it. She’s a beautiful woman. Last night, we lay in bed together, and I held her down there while talking positively about what I was feeling.
It’s going to take a while, but I think we’ll get there one day. The fact she’s willing to try is awesome. I can’t wait for the day she realises it was all in her head. Not for me. I can’t wait for her to be free of the cage she’s put herself in. I can’t wait for her to accept the pleasure her loving husband is still so willing to give her.
Baby steps.
She’s worth it, 1000 times over.