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Married to Her Monthlies

By: richardf90



Samantha and Jonathan seemed to their friends the perfect couple. They were clearly infatuated with one another even after six years of marriage. Both were highly sexed and more than happy to take care of each other's needs.

The one problem Samantha had she had confided in Jon even before they got married. Since early teens she had suffered from heavy periods, sufficiently so to have been referred for medical testing and advice. However it proved to be just one of those things. She took care of it by using the highest absorbency sanitary towels, finding and buying the ones with loops and wearing a sturdy sanitary belt to keep the towel in place and reasonably comfortable when it became well saturated and heavy. Although she could use tampons on occasion it needed to be for relatively short periods of time and she never felt secure with the lesser degree of protection they afforded her.

Having told Jonathan the nature of her problem, she made sure he was well aware of the trial that a period was for her. There was a larger than usual bin in the bathroom into which her used sanitary towels would go, nearly folded and secured by the loop and paper wrapped. Her usage was heavy and she would dispose of most a two dozen pack of Dr White's towels in the 5-6 days of her period. Jon was kept well aware of the occurrence.

The downside for the two of them was that for several days a month Samantha was effectively 'off limits'. In early days Jonathan had tried different approaches but she gave him a flat no and that was that. Recently however there had been a development that worried her. During her 'week in purdah' Jon would come home somewhat later in the evenings two and even three times. Suspicious she called his office to check but found he had left early not late. This preyed on her mind and she decided to take action.

On the second day of her period she took her car and drove to near Jon's office and waited. His car emerged somewhat early and she followed at a distance. It stopped outside a house about 10 minutes from their own and Jon went in. The address she noted was vaguely familiar and it did not take much sleuthing to trace it as the home of a member of their golf club. Jon was clearly visiting the wife during the week that Samantha was off limits.

She was seething and upset but decided to bide her time. She returned home quickly and said nothing when Jon came in. However she thought it through carefully and by the time of her next period had decided what to do. When again Jonathan returned home somewhat late, she immediately challenged him. She could tell him just where he had been and who he had been with. He could not deny it and admitted it all at once. He was mortified and immensely apologetic.

Samantha simply beckoned him and took him upstairs to the bathroom. There she made him strip. He offered no objection. She then produced another sanitary belt, identical with her own. He was made to put it on. There was a sanitary towel on the back of the toilet, the one she had used that day. It was not yet folded or wrapped. It was easy to see it was well 'loaded', most of the inner surface red stained, heavy and clammy. Samantha took it and proceeded to hook it first at the back and then the front to the belt around Jon. She then pulled the belt up firmly into place bringing the damp towel well up against Jonathan's balls and over his cock. He looked down at what she had done aghast but knew better than to offer any objection in the circumstances. Samantha simply went down to serve their evening meal, leaving Jonathan to dress again over the towel he was now wearing and join her.

It said something for their relationship that no comment was made during the meal. Jon simply accepted what his wife had done and recognized that she was justified. The discomfort he felt with the bulky pad pressed against him and his acute perception of its degree of dampness there seemed a fitting rebuke for his betrayal of her. He did not have to say that there would be no repetition. His wife had made that point for him in a particularly telling way.

When they went to bed that night, it was made clear to Jon that there was no reprieve. While Samantha retired to the bathroom to equip herself with a nice, fresh towel for the night, Jon had to pull his pyjamas up over the same towel and get into bed like that. The compensation was that, in recognition of the good grace with which he had accepted his retribution, she pulled him towards her and kissed him fondly and hugged him before they settled down to sleep. Then her hand crept over to work between his thighs and close over the bulk of the towel there. Next she took his hand and brought it between her thighs for him to clasp hers too. The compensation for what had occurred was that they were now sharing her condition as never before and taking enjoyment from the sensation that imparted.

Next day Jonathan went to work with the sanitary towel used by Samantha over night firmly held in place beneath his trousers. He was becoming accustomed to the feel of it there and the slightly clammy sensation it imparted as he moved. The main difficulty he had to come was when visiting the men's room but he accommodated that by always making use of a cubicle so that he could handle the situation in private. He came to recognize that he would now be sharing the circumstances of his wife's period in a way he would never have thought possible.

When they went to bed on the second night, Jonathan was feeling more comfortable. The towel Samantha had produced for him, having worn it herself during the day, although still quite heavy with the effect of usage, felt less damp against him. Samantha was in a good mood and they quickly got into each other's arms once under the covers, and again felt for the pads both were now wearing.

Jonathan found himself feeling exceptionally horny, and it was evident from her responses that Samantha was too. When he sought to readjust their positions, she was at first uncomprehending and resistant. Then she caught on and allowed him to manoeuvre her into a placement on top of him, but head to tail. She now found herself in close proximity to the sanitary towel she had been using herself earlier, but, such was the degree of her arousal, that rather than feeling disconcerted she became even more aroused.

Jon meanwhile was looking straight at his wife's pad from only inches away, but with his own pad making its presence felt between his thighs he saw it through different eyes and with a new level of comprehension. He was now a part of her menstruation and the pungent odour pervading his nostrils acted as a powerful aphrodisiac all the more potent in the knowledge that she was inhaling the same distinctive and very earthy odour.

He put his arms up to clasp her buttocks, and pulled Samantha down against his face. His penis in the meantime had extended to a full erection pushing out past the belt and towel so that she found herself staring at the detailed pattern of his foreskin and the gleaming helmet of the head. Her tongue reached out and at the same time she felt his licking along her inner thigh where it met the bulky edge of the towel and probing the edge to taste her more fully within.

The excitement this generated for both of them was such that it was not long before the climaxes came. Hers came first and the shaking and twisting of her body as she succumbed to it, crying out in a staccato burst of indecipherable expression before relapsing into an extended moan of pure pleasure, had the effect for forcing her pad protected crotch against his face and intensifying the effect that combination of pungency and pressing flesh had on him. His ejaculation came in great spurts, taking Samantha across the cheek before she captured the outflow between hungry lips enfolded around the glans of his jerking penis.

They collapsed, staying like that for quite a while, exhausted and replete. Samantha's hand crept back to find Jon's and squeezed the message of her satisfaction, to which he responded with a triple pressure to convey his wholehearted concurrence. She detached herself but only to go to the bathroom for a towel to mop up then they folded into each other's arms in the bed for a long cuddle drifting into a beatific sleep.

The next evening they were out to dinner and an unspoken agreement had them go off to sleep after a quick peck and a companionable feel of each other's padded crotch. Jon was getting used to the sensation to the point that he thought he might even miss it. He felt a part of Samantha's monthly experience and, when he added his own laded and damp towel, neatly folded and secured by its loops, to the growing accumulation in the bin next to the toilet, felt glad to be sharing her period with her.

The following night however they went to bed knowing that each expected some reiteration of the intense pleasure derived from the encounter two nights before. This time however, with a knowing and mischievous grin, Samantha produced a bath towel from the bathroom upfront and put it in the bed. Jonathan however made a different move. Instead of moving Samantha head to tail, he pulled her into a sitting position straddling him and then proceeded to unhook her sanitary towel from the front. She looked at him quizzically but followed his lead and herself released the back catch and put the towel, already well marked but not yet sodden, to one side.

Jon's penis was already well on its way to full erection and had escaped the constraint of towel and belt. Taking Samantha's hands he went to lift her and she comprehended at once. Rising on her haunches she now positioned herself over his rampant penis, put the head of it to her labia and then sank down slowly feeling it work its way deliciously up her vagina. As this was already well coated with her all too abundant menses, the penis moved slickly up her and soon she was fully impaled on her husband's cock. He pulled her forward onto him, and with his penis fully up her, caressed her forehead and touched her cheeks before pressing her into a long and tender kiss that signified his total acceptance and absorption in her just as she was. They stayed that way for quite a while, rocking gently and luxuriating in the sensation and what they saw as the ultimate resolution of the one problem to have perplexed their marriage.

When Samantha pulled upright again and flexed her thighs to lift, she looked down, frowned for a moment, looked at Jonathan and they both broke it a hearty laugh. There was a trickle of blood, or menses, seeping down Samantha's thigh. Good thing they had the towel in place! But as she rode her husband the benefit of the further released flow became apparent as she lifted and relapsed smoothly with his menses-slicked penis sliding easily in and out. The sensation for both of them was intense and exquisite. They were realising too that the period had, as she had previously suspected, exercised an intensifying effect on her libido, and this communicated itself to Jonathan whose body was responding with a similar heightening of both perception and pleasure.

Samantha increased the stroke of her rise and fall, maintaining a steady rhythm but varying the feel for both of them by inclining her body first forward and then right back, then corkscrewing in a sideways motion. Her menses were flowing copiously now down her thighs and his, but they ignored it. Then Jonathan nodded down to it, and Samantha followed his gaze, only to throw her head back in another throaty chuckle. Jon took his finger and ran it through the red stream, lifted it to her breasts and anointed each nipple, marking it with a red cross. He then leant forward pulling her towards him and enthusiastically kissed each nipple, giving her ample demonstration of his total acceptance of her in this very female and ostentatiously fecund state.

When she thought she was about to cum, Jonathan to her surprise put his hands out to lift her off his penis. He pulled her forward onto his chest and then laid her back against his bent knees. In that position he got his head between her parted thighs and began licking around and then towards the centre of her exposed vulva. The taste of blood was the strongest element but the odour was the distinctive whiff of menses. His tongue found her clitoris and she soon after shook with an orgasm sufficiently violent to be in danger of displacing her from her resting place against his knees.

She then responded by herself turning right over in a flurry of exposed buttocks and dangling breasts to get her head to his penis. It was almost entirely coated in a glistening red, but she thought she had never seen anything quite so erotically stimulating and happily worked her lips around the head. She took the full impact of his ejaculation in the back of the throat, and in doing so triggered another orgasm in herself as well as sucking Jonathan dry.

They extricated themselves a little carefully from the bedclothes, Samantha picking up the bath towel which had done its job well. Only a spot of two of red marked the sheets. She put the towel straight in the basin in the bathroom and proceeded to run a bath. By the time Jonathan had recovered enough to stir and join her she had rinsed the bath towel in a basin of now rose-colored water and run the bath. They got into it together, one at each end, and with eager hands clutching hand cloths and toes mischievously probing each other lower down, cleaned off the evidence of their encounter, pausing occasionally to kiss.

After that day, although Jonathan would occasionally share his wife's wearing of a sanitary towel, the main characteristic of her periods was an increase in the level and intensity of their sexual activity, matched also be an enhanced use of the washing machine. Visits to a neighbour were not longer on the agenda nor desired by Jon. He had everything he needed in a wife who had proved herself to be even more of a woman than he might have expected in more ways than one.