FanStory.com - My Marriage Was Buried In Iceby Rick Gardner

She buried me in ice, froze me out. She shut me out, froze me out. Ice became her, her friends said they were practicing icing their husbands out. In their meetings for coffee, strangely the discussion came to their sexual relations with their husbands and sometimes with others. They

said "they had not had any sex with their husbands for months or longer. let their balls turn blue, shrivel up to nothing. Don't look, don't touch, go play with yourself or just find someone else to do it with."

At first we were in love, fell in love, made love with each other many times. Marriage followed. For a time she allowed me in her, could tell she felt it was her responsibility as a wife to give your husband what he needs and wants at times, sometimes more often than necessary. Boys being boys, men being men.

Slowly things changed, children, the ultimate form of birth control. Told emphatically "Not now, the kids are awake, and I am not interested, I am not in the mood to take care of your perverse needs." Winter had entered our bedroom, no longer a bedroom for me. Loudly said inspite of the children being awake "sleep in the other room, get out now. We will never have sex ever again", She was now colder than ice, I was buried deep in the ice with no way out. Ice freezes, she was frozen solid.

What really happened? From wanting, allowing sex almost wherever, whenever. She said many times "I am ready, enjoy this as much as I do, I want you to enjoy yourself, feel free to do what you need to do, just do it now," Allowed and gave oral sex, wanted to do it again multiple times. This was unbelievable, she lasted longer than I could. I was and still am in love with her.

Things changed quickly after getting married. First was wait, not now, not today. Then not the next day or the next month. Asked" Why is this so important to you, you see it is not important to me, Who really needs or wants an orgasm or give one to someone else. Are all men like this? Weak and trapped by this need to have sex as they want. What gives? Are you really that weak" I guess we are. cant't live without it, can't live with it. Some parts of a women drive men crazy.

Many women enjoy this control over their husbands. Tell their freinds "Let them suffer, they had their time with us, now its over between him and me. He smells at times, he drinks too much, talks endleesly about sports, and laugh at this, his belly hangs over his dinky do. So gross to even look at that thing" I don't think any men sit around and talk about having sex with their wives. Screwing their girlfriends, secretaries, and neighbors , yes they were more than willing to bragg about how much and what those women were willing to do to them, some thing their wives quit allowing or doing a long ago.

Then she became more distant, more time at work, meetings, had to travel more for work, the pressure was getting to her. I didn't realize some pressures happen in the work place and are not business related. She was middle aged, beautiful in her own way, must admit, well built, sexy looking, her boss much older, rich, took her to fancy restuarants, rooms in expensive resorts, free drugs, wanting her to be his as he wanted, she soon started to want him also. She also felt a need to punish me, said he stirred her passions as I never had. Again deeper under water, drowning, no way out of the ice.

Time changed, separation, failed relationships with others and some long lost feelings for each other. She offered and gave a way out of the ice. Surprised me when she said " I know I was a cold fish to you, denied you some happinees, can I help now. I will give you oral sex now, on a weekly basis, no other sexual contact allowed, Enjoy it, finish as quickly as you can. I denied you because I wanted to, to prove to you I was in charge"

Soon the feeling of being iced out left me, Never really wanted anyone else in my life. Still felt buried in ice, maybe just me, just what I always wanted. Something I created myself, We all create the world we were meant to live in, I realize she became what I wanted her to be and buried us both in ice, She deserves what she wants and needs, maybe a young stud. I stay home, wait for the weekly visits and drink.