I'm glad my wife has her personal massager [F22 M22] [Masturbation] [Solo] [Newlyweds] [Tales of a Church Harem]

Even when we were kids I was trying to impress Natalie. She'd be sitting with her friends on the stone wall in front of the Wyatt's and the boys would be on their bikes trying to pop wheelies or riding around no hands.

I'd try to be so cool riding by making faces at the girls doing whatever the girls did, but that was really all just an excuse to look at Natalie.

She was kind of an awkward kid, and so I was I guess... but to me she was the most beautiful girl in the world next to my mother.

As we got older she didn't really lose that awkwardness the way other kids did. And I never really stopped trying to impress her. I don't think I ever really did.

When we were in the same classes she seemed to always get the B+ when I got the B. In our track meets, she'd come in second in her events while I came in third in mine. And what made it worse was that she didn't even know I was trying. And I've always kept that to myself.

Prom was actually our first date. I know she'd been asked by a couple of the more awkward guys... you know, all the nerds kind of hung out with each other by default. But she didn't say yes to any of them. I guess she knew they were nerds too. And it was just kind of lucky when we were at the track one afternoon and everyone was talking about dresses and kegs and whatever, and she and I happened to be standing next to each other. She was the one who suggested it... "If you're not going with anyone, maybe we should just go together?" she'd said.

And that was the one time I felt like I was the one who had won.

We started kind of dating after that night, and I felt like I had more of her attention to try to prove myself. I took a job right after graduation instead of wasting money on college and was making almost ten bucks an hour at the plant while she was in community college. And we kind of knew right away that we were going to stay together.

We were both religious, and took it more seriously than the kids around us. We'd make out and rub and sometimes I'd cum in my pants, and sometimes she'd grind and grind on my thigh until she'd make a mess. I didn't like either of those things after they happened. But there was no stopping it while it was.

We didn't have actual sex until our honeymoon. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. And I thought it was going to be another chance to impress her, never mind how nervous I was.

And it was no real surprise when I fell just short. I came so hard and so fast it just kind of splashed all over her, and while I felt the shame building she grabbed me and made me watch while she just kept on masturbating in the mess trying to coax me to touch her again.

And then her fingers went down between her legs to her bum and she started swirling my cum around her asshole.

"Oh, Jacob... It's okay, really! Look! See, I'm going to finger my own bum with your little cummies... wouldn't you like that? Don't you want to touch it too? You could use your fingers, or you could press your penis up into all this mess!"

And I had no idea what to do... I felt my face get even redder and I turned away and went to the bathroom.

"Noo! Jacob... please come back and touch me here! Please!"

And I shut the door and started to brush my teeth.

I felt like such a dissapointment. It should have been so different.

We did eventually have better sex, but never like I heard guys talk about. Maybe once a week, I guess.

But I kept trying to impress my new wife in different ways. I took every overtime hour I could at the plant. I mowed the lawn twice a week. And I made sure her car was always running myself. Never took it to a garage.

And she'd smile and I'd know that I was doing okay.

It wasn't long after we'd been married that my company asked me to become an assistant foreman for safety at one of our plants a couple hundred miles away. They'd even pay relocation fees and for a mover and help with a housing bonus for 6 months.

Of course I agreed right away, and got home all excited to tell Natalie I'd gotten a big promotion and that we were moving!

And she was the best... looked me right in the eye and smiled that little awkward smile of hers that I'd loved for so many years.

The new gig was great, and there was a ton of overtime. And Natalie found us a church that we'd go to on Sundays. We were clearly the youngest of the adults. Or "big kids" as Natalie would call them. I didn't really like that. We weren't kids anymore. I had a real job!

Natalie started hanging around with the wives, and bringing us to the pot-lucks and picnics. And before long she found a Bible study on Wednesday nights.

That was so great, that she'd found her circle of friends and that they were so involved in the church just like we'd been growing up. And that was particularly good because I'd just been moved to second shift and wasn't around hardly at all, with the overtime and all. And then there was the house and yard and car to take care of. But it was such a relief that Nat was out taking care of herself and her soul while I was handling the important stuff.

I got home early one Wednesday. Equipment issue on the line, sent us all home by eleven, which almost never happens. I figured Nat would be up, maybe watching something, and I could surprise her.

She wasn't home.

Bible study must have gone late... I bet that was just another glass of wine. Whatever. Jesus drank wine, after all, right?

I was beat, and in knew these hours weren't free. Probably be called in for a double tomorrow. I hit the pillow hard after snarfing a slice of banana bread.

I sort of heard her come in later. Had no idea what time. And I was almost out again when I heard the buzzing.

A low hum... The personal massager she keeps in her nightstand, the one her sister got her last Christmas. She'd said it was for Natalie's chronic stiff neck, but her brothers didn't quite buy that. But I know she has a stiff neck a lot, and I'm not really good at rubbing it out.

I hear it a lot when she can't sleep. I'm pretty good at sleeping through it. But I do buy her a new pillow to try every couple weeks. I mean, that overtime is good for something, right?

I was sort of half awake, and I could have said something or offered to rub her neck, but by her breathing she seemed to be doing ok.

She was on her belly, face in the pillow. I could see that much in the shadows. The hum changed pitch a little. And then she made a sound that might have been a word if it wasn't for the pillow between her teeth.

She does that sometimes when the knots in her shoulders finally give. Like a pressure valve.

I was glad she had that thing, honestly. I'm not sure what she does all day aside from all her church stuff, but a stiff neck sucks. I should try that thing myself sometime.

I could feel the mattress start to shake. She must really be digging in with that thing.

I thought about the C-line intake sequence back at work. Thought about whether I should call Rick in the morning before his shift. My eyes closed for real.

I don't know how long she kept at it. I woke up once at two-something and it was quiet and Nat was asleep, and I lay there for a second in the dark feeling like something I couldn't name and then I put it down to the weird schedule tonight.

In the morning she was up before me making coffee and she smiled when I came down, her regular smile, that awkward one I'd loved since she'd watch me from the stone wall. I felt like I was doing okay. She had her people. She had her church nights. I had the overtime. And I'd get to the lawn this morning, right after I called Rick. And right before I knew they'd be calling me in.