Five Years of No Touch

We had been married for five years, but my wife had never let me touch her because of her deep insecurity.

To test if I would cheat, she flirted with me using various burner accounts on Snapchat. She even asked her gorgeous cousin to tempt me in person.

Faced with her crazy mind games, I decided I had had enough.

Since you went out of your way to send your hot cousin to seduce me, I’ll just give you exactly what you asked for, and make you regret it for the rest of your life. "Vanessa, you have to test him for me.

I’m so worried he’ll cheat on me and break my heart." "If he can resist a gorgeous woman like you, then I’ll finally be able to trust him." On my walk home from the subway after work, I suddenly spotted a woman ahead of me.

Her figure looked exactly like my wife, Chloe. Chloe had a smoking hot body and stunning looks. She was the kind of woman who stood out in any crowd.

But next to her was another woman with an equally incredible body. Just looking at her back, I could tell she was a headturner. I quickened my pace to catch up.

As I got closer, I confirmed it was indeed my wife. Just as I was about to call out her name, I heard her say those exact words to the beautiful woman next to her.

I froze in my tracks, watching their retreating figures fade into the distance. Chloe and I met through a blind date arranged by our families.

We had been married for almost five years, but we didn’t have any kids. It wasn't because there was something wrong with us physically.

It was because even though we slept in the same bed every night for five years, I had never actually touched her.

Every time things got heated and we reached the critical moment, Chloe would abruptly stop. She would make up all kinds of excuses to back out.

I had imagined a million possibilities. I even wondered if she was asexual, or if she was secretly gay.

But over these five years, the reality of living together made me realize the real reason why Chloe wouldn't let me touch her.

She was an extremely sensitive woman with severe trust issues.

In the beginning, the moment I walked through the door, she would immediately sniff me to check if I smelled like another woman's perfume. Then came the phone checks.

She would scroll through every single message, even my chats with my boss on WhatsApp. We had so many fights over this.

Although she got a bit better later, I still woke up in the middle of the night several times to find her secretly going through my phone.

Not only that, but she also created multiple fake Snapchat accounts to add me. She would text me and try to flirt with me. Her acting was honestly terrible.

I could always tell it was her within ten messages, but I had to play along and pretend I didn't know.

And now, hearing her ask her cousin to test me, I had to face the bitter truth.

The reason she hadn’t let me touch her all these years was simple: she just didn’t trust the man she shared a bed with.

She was worried I would betray her, and she was always keeping herself ready for a divorce. This kind of love was suffocating. I had endured a sexless marriage for five whole years.

Watching them disappear around the corner, I let out a bitter laugh and headed home. I wanted to see what kind of game she and her cousin were planning to play with me.

But before I even reached our apartment, my phone rang. It was Chloe. I answered, and her voice came through the speaker. "Hey babe, I just got a lastminute notice.

I have to go out of town for a business trip for a few days." I didn't know if she was actually traveling or just making it up. I just gave a casual reply.

Chloe continued, "Babe, I'm going to miss you so much. You better miss me too!" "Oh, by the way, my college BFF is coming to our city for a seminar.

She has nowhere to stay, so she's going to crash at our place for a few days. Don't go teasing her, or I'll skin you alive when I get back." I was stunned.

The "BFF" she was talking about was definitely the cousin she was just walking with.

That meant for the next few days, while Chloe was away, I would be living alone with her stunning cousin.

I was going to be subjected to her "test." To be honest, if I hadn't overheard their conversation, and a woman that beautiful threw herself at me...

I really didn't know if I could control myself. After all, my body had been starved of physical intimacy for five years. I was incredibly sensitive right now.

But on second thought, her cousin's test probably wouldn't go too far. At most, it would be some verbal flirting. She wouldn't dare to do anything truly wild.

After thinking it over, I decided to stop stressing and just went home. But what happened next proved that I was being completely naive.

Back at the apartment, I unlocked the door quietly. The living room was empty. Where was her cousin? As I looked around, I suddenly heard the toilet flush in the bathroom.

My heart skipped a beat. I felt a surge of nervousness. I quickly walked to the living room, trying to act normal. Just then, the bathroom door opened. I turned to look.

My eyes swept over her cousin. And damn, she was breathtaking. She was exactly as I had imagined—a toptier beauty.

She had delicate features, a cute nose, and large, captivating eyes. She was wearing an oversized white buttondown shirt, with no pants in sight, showing off her long, smooth legs.

Chloe’s body was already hot, but her cousin’s figure was on a whole different level. Our eyes met, and we both froze for a moment.

It took me a few seconds to snap out of it and greet her. "Hi, you must be Chloe's friend.

I'm Ethan." She snapped out of it too, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Vanessa.

Thanks for letting me stay here." I waved my hands quickly. "No problem at all. Make yourself at home. Let me know if you need anything.

There's food in the fridge, so feel free to cook if you're hungry." She gave a sweet, gentle smile. "Great, thank you so much." I nodded at her and quickly retreated to my bedroom.

Honestly, being alone with her felt a bit awkward. But once I was back in my room, my mind started racing. Wasn't Vanessa on a "mission" to test me? When was she going to start?

Aside from being nervous, I actually felt a tiny spark of anticipation. Night came, and I stayed in my bedroom.

I heard her wash her clothes, take a shower, and then head to the guest room. She didn't come out again. I thought the night would just pass quietly like this.

But around 3:00 AM, I was woken up by some faint rustling noises coming from the living room.

Since my wife and I both worked long hours and traveled a lot, we were worried about breakins, so we had installed a security camera in the living room.

I figured it was Vanessa, but just in case it was an actual burglar, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera feed. What I saw on the screen made my jaw drop.

Vanessa was in the kitchen. Every single move she made was incredibly cautious, as if she was terrified of making noise and waking me up.

Because her clothes were probably still wet from the wash, she was only wearing her underwear. Even though the camera feed was in black and white, the view made my blood run hot.

She probably hadn't eaten dinner and got hungry in the middle of the night.

I sat there in the dark, quietly admiring her perfect body through my phone screen until she finished eating and tiptoed back to the guest room.

When she closed her door, she lingered by the frame for a moment, as if listening for any sound from my room. Only after her door clicked shut did I lock my phone.

But sleep was completely gone now. The image of her was burned into my mind. After a long time, I let out a soft laugh.

With how timid she was acting, testing me was going to be a struggle for her. If she really wanted to test me, she should have made a loud noise to lure me out to the living room.

Finding her in nothing but her underwear would have been a real test. The next morning, I woke up to a message from Chloe, asking how things were going and how Vanessa was doing.

I simply texted back that I had only seen her once when I got home, and then I left for the office.

If I stayed home, Vanessa would probably stay locked in her room all day, especially since her clothes were still drying.

At this point, I figured Vanessa wouldn't be able to pull off the difficult task Chloe had given her. I stopped worrying about it, and the anticipation from yesterday faded.

I just hoped these few days would pass quickly without too much awkwardness. But the real show was only just beginning.