Monday, March 30, 2015

Real Sex Lives: "My Wife's Body" by An Anonymous Husband

(You have arrived in the midst of a grand celebration in which we're re-running IBWMW's all-time greatest Real Sex Stories, which I am this very second impulsively re-renaming Real Sex Lives. Better, yes?)

"My Wife's Body" by An Anonymous Husband is one of IBWMW's most passed around, viraly posts. It's been re-posted on sites ranging from mommy chat rooms ("I think I might want to have sex with the lights on. Is something wrong with me!?") to at least one hardcore fetish site that requires a false name, admissions of fetish preferences, etc... just to look at it.

Anyway, if you are needing this in your life today, well, please enjoy it. Because here at In Bed With Married Women, we like to keep our ladies happy.

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My wife, like millions of women in this world, has a poor body self-image. She hates her body, in fact, and never stops beating herself up over her extra pounds, or her veins, or her wrinkles, or countless other aspects of her form.

It has always been thus. A few years back, I found a photo of her that I’d taken a decade ago, when we were first dating. She looked at it sadly, and said, “I’d give anything to be that thin again.” Stunned, I gave her a wide-eyed stare and replied, “All you did back then was complain about how much you hated how you looked. Just like you do now.” She admitted this was true, and shrugged, knowing that things will probably never change.

I wish, for both our sakes, that things would change. I’ve tried on numerous occasions to get her to see something different when she looks in the mirror, something more in tune with the reality of her body. I’ve begged her to try to see herself through my eyes, or at least to take my word for it when I tell her that she’s gorgeous.

Because she is. My wife is drop-dead, eye-popping, tougue-lolling-out, double-finger-whistling, instant tent-in-the-pants gorgeous. The first time we kissed , I actually got light-headed. When she crawls into bed, naked, I am overwhelmed. Every day, when she gets dressed and undressed, I can’t help but stare, like a schoolboy catching sight of the girl next door through a bedroom window. Sometimes I can’t believe my luck, and wonder how it is that I somehow conned this beautiful, sexy woman into being my wife.

I tell her all this, but my opinion on the matter seems to have little value. Still, it’s the truth: I love my wife’s body. Every fucking square centimeter of it. Even if she never can, I do. And I always will.

So, Wifey, if you are reading this, let me say:

I love your smile, because it is rare, and because it is dazzling. I love the mineral-brown of your eyes, and how they go so perfectly with the deep olive of your mostly-Jewish skin and the sweeping dark of your hair. I love your nose, wry, sarcastic, smart-assed. I love your chin, the ideal size and shape for my cupped hand.

I love your lips, a washed-out watercolor red, stretching so carelessly around some shocking swear word or bit of catty gossip. I love your neck, muscled, serious.

I love your breasts, and how they hang down, heavy and full, when you are on top of me in bed. I love to let them rest weightily on my flattened palms, to press them upwards against your chest as you lower yourself towards mine. I love to grip them around the sides like they are dangling fruit, and stroke them up and down, as if warming them up for play.

I love your pale, round, fleshy ass, and how it looks peeking out from beneath your nightgown. I love the contrast between the white skin and black lace on the few occasions you’ve worn those hot panties I bought you. I love the very topmost end of your ass crack, where the thin line fans out like the delta of a north-flowing river to water the smooth, flat plain of your lower back, which I also love.

I love the perfect slope of the little hill between your legs, and the puffy bush of your pubic hair, where I delight in resting my hand, or my head. I love every fold and crease and line of your cunt, the pinks and peaches and browns and reds, the slick of sweat and moisture, the springy curls of almost-black that tangle and pull and stretch.

I love the wide curve of your belly, especially when I have to look up to see it. I love that smile where the cheek or your ass meets the back of your thigh, and constantly want to tuck my hand in there. I love your legs, not fragile girly stems, but the legs of a real woman who has crouched down behind home plate in a little-league game, hiked the Kalalau Trail in Kauai, and yes, kicked a hole in the bedroom drywall when you were particularly angry with me.

I love the top of your head, which I can so easily kiss, because I’m taller than you. I love your feet, even though you almost never wear the cool shoes and boots I buy you. I love how your soles feel to my tongue, and how you pull away when I do that.

But back to your ass. I love, love, love that ass. It really is amazing.

Your body, wife, is magnificent. I must look at it, and hold it, and touch it, and taste it. I want and need it, because it is beautiful.

And I want you to accept that it is beautiful too.


Your takeaway today:  Your ass is amazing--quite biteable, really.

xoxo
jill

Plz comment, share, like RT and otherwise fill with virtual love. And if you are feeling the pull to share your Real Sex Story, write that motherfucker down and send it on in to: jillhamilton001@gmail.com.

(photo re-doctoring courtesy of said Anonymous Husband, who really is quite amazing.)

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

Now if only I could say that about my own self and really feel it...awesome! Love how that was written!

Anonymous said...

What a beautifully written sentiment. My eyes are swimming! I only hope my husband feels that way.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful. We're all so terribly hard on ourselves; wouldn't it be delightful if we could see ourselves through the eyes of those who love us? In the eternal words of Salt 'n Pepa "What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man."

Anonymous said...

Most amazing! To hear this from his perspective. Not fat and pale, but round and beautiful, something to grab onto and hold tight. More men should share this with their women!

Spike said...

That was wonderful. I have a good body image, but it was a wonderful read and I think, inspiring, inspiring to know that this man would take the time to do this for his wife and himself.

Anonymous said...

everyone will probably beat up on me for this but i found it a little creepy. the beginning was nice and i was enjoying it but then the really xrated graphic stuff almost seemed like he was writing for himself, not for his wife. a friend sent me the link to this blog and i like it but i thought it would be just for women? what's a dude's porno writing doing on here?

Jill Hamilton said...

I think this is a good example of the subjective nature of what sexiness entails. one person's hot stuff is another's gross-ass porn. part of the fun on this blog is about exploring those boundaries...

stanis said...

i love ur write anon....reminds me of how i feel about my wife and how much i love her, her mind, her soul and every inch of that awesome, amazing, beautiful body that has being driving me crazy for over 16 years and i hope and pray for a lot more years to apprecaite her and to let her know it! thanks for sharing

LambChop said...

How sweet and lovely.

Unknown said...

Despite the fact that was a damn good, beautiful letter, I don't think it'll change the wife's perspective. If my own man wrote a letter of the same sentiment, transformed it into a Shakespearean sonnet, and recited it like a 16th century poet, it still wouldn't be enough to raise my self-esteem. I don't know how she would take it, but I take it as a list of sexy euphemisms. Sigh. I guess some women never change (like me).

Anonymous said...

WOOOOW, that was truly beautiful. what a man.

Harleyq said...

I know this is an old post, but just found it. I think I just fell in love with Anon!!

That was absolutely beautiful and exactly how it should be in my opinion between two people. I swear I almost had a tear in the corner of my eye *blush*.

Thanks for the moment!

Anonymous said...

I wish my husband could speak of me that way. I too have a poor body image even though I'm 5'2" and 105 lbs. He never says I have a lovely body or that I'm pretty. I know he loves me - he just does not lust after me. I wish I had that.

in bed with married women said...

I have this on the blog in two different places, thus two sets of "likes" and comments. Here are some from the other spot:

Anonymous said...
wow... will you marry me? Not really, but really. I'm not that kind of a woman, but you are the best kind of husband. If your beautiful wife can't come to love her own body, at least I pray she appreciates your loving soul. Keep loving her the way you do.
April 15, 2010 3:43 PM

Anonymous said...
What a wonderful, beautifully written tribute to the woman you so obviously love. What a guy! :)
September 15, 2010 6:57 PM

Anonymous said...
Thank you for writing this, for posting it, for sincerely meaning every word. On some level your wife really must know she has an open invitation to accept herself... I second Anon as previously stated, "What a guy!"
October 21, 2010 9:12 AM

Betty Fokker said...
This is ... beautiful.
March 26, 2011 4:50 PM

toni in florida said...
What Betty said. Beautiful.
March 26, 2011 11:34 PM

CkretsGalore said...
Well written and lovely!

Makes me feel guilty because I'm just as bad. Right now I absolutely loathe looking at myself in the Mirror but my fiancee loves to look at me. I say that because he always opens his eyes to take a peep at me in the wee hours while I'm getting dressed.
April 3, 2011 10:29 AM

Cinderita said...

Holy shit. I'm sorry for swearing as I very rarely do, but this is the best gosh darn thing I have ever read in my entire life I think. Wow. Beautiful. It's so beautiful I almost wish this wasn't anonymously written and that "wife" knew how much her husband loved her. *sigh* LOVE LOVE LOVE! This is definitely a keeper! Thank you!

Mongo, At The Moment said...

This was great. And, wouldn't it be delightful if we could see ourselves through the eyes of those who love us, indeed. As we are -- and through time, what we become. That's as real as it gets, one day at a time.

As a counterpoint to the idea of loving someone as they are, the Guardian UK recently had an article about the increase in, uh, "designer Vaginal surgery" in Britain and America, which was both 'good for a laugh', and 'appalling' (read it here): Wrong wrong wrong.

Anonymous said...

How often does the man tell his wife she's beautiful? Is his response always to her complaint about her looks? If so then she's never going to change her mind about how she looks. Period. Love is - ok so that goes ahead - but darn it if our men want us to feel beautiful they need to cough up some compliments and stop staring at the sweet young things. Men need to realize that we need to know they think we are beautiful - if they don't tell us, we assume otherwise.

This always makes my eyes water - brings an ache - all we want is to feel good about ourselves, know that we are enough - - ah well......

Vesta Vayne said...

Thanks for re-posting. Sadly, women spend far too much time wishing they looked different. But as his letter pointed out - you'll wish you still had the body you hate today in ten years time - so appreciate it!

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately, I do not believe this letter is truly written by a husband thinking about his wife. It seems to me that a woman wrote it thinking about all the women with low self-esteem who don't believe their husbands when they tell them they are beautiful.

in bed with married women said...

Hey doubting Anonymous commenter, I will swear to the deity of your choice that it was written by a guy. I know the dude and he is indeed a dude. I promise.

Vanessa D. said...

I wound up at this post randomly - it has to be the sweetest poetry ever written.

I'm fortunate in my current partner - he makes me believe that in his eyes I am beautiful and sexy.

Jill Hamilton said...

Vanessa, glad it found you today. the ladies love it xoxo

Dave said...

I told my wife that it causes me actual physical pain when she's beating herself up. Also, i like to think i know a beautiful woman when i see one, so when she's telling me how ugly she feels, she's also invalidating my feelings for her.

She agreed this selfdestructive behavior needs to stop. Then she had me dress and make her up. She shared that pic on Facebook and attracted so many new admirers, she started seeing herself differently.

She's still not in love with her body, but she sees it a bit more honestly now.

in bed with married women said...

Dave that is a really great idea. Esp. since we are fighting such societal BS. For more, see also, Naomi Wolf's The Beauty Myth.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060512180?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=0060512180&linkCode=xm2&tag=inbe0c-20

don Roberto said...

Speaking as a husband, he probably does.

prufrock said...

I totally get this. I know exactly what he means, and why. There are a couple other body parts that I might add, but as far as the appreciation, I get it.

Also, I love how a woman's body ages... a fuller belly, a few wrinkles, sexy gray hair. I was a bartender for decades, and knew many women. But I dated a woman in her forties when I was in my thirties, and my life changed. I'm pushing sixty now, and am still appreciative, and aware of how much I love women who know their own selves well enough to be assured that they are wonderful, despite what advertising tells them.

You are. Wear it, and live it.

Emma Smith said...

Make her know that she’s the one. Focus and be wise with your eyes and your comments. Your words and actions are powerful, and remember that she is going to filter it all through that voice. When you look at or compliment other women her internal voice will jump all over the opportunity to tell her that she comes up short in your eyes. Don’t give it that opportunity. She is the one and only. Let her know with your words and eyes that her body is your favorite and the most desirable. Ultimate victory is achieved when the aggressive and mean voice is replaced by one that is kind, true, and full of grace.