My first wife cried during sex fairly often, including the time I lost my virginity to her. Needless to say it freaked me out that time. I thought I had hurt her despite her assurances I was doing great. I was too distressed to continue, which given I was an extremely horny 15 year old boy losing his virginity to an unbelievably hot 17 year old girl, I was extremely distressed.
I soon learned that she had trouble expressing certain emotions in front of other people, including crying. Her abusive parents had beat it out of her. When we were making love, she found she could open up and express the tears she had been holding in. When it was clear to me that she could do that because of the closeness we had, I could get used to it. I still felt momentarily guilty or something every once in a while, like if she was really bawling like murder and I was really going after my orgasm right at the end, like “Will this turn me into a bad person?”
Wouldn’t you know, though, it seems I was put in this life to learn many things. Fast forward to wife number three, Mrs Sweetums of the present day. I’ve been experimenting during shelter-in-place, and discovered much to my chagrin that more than anything else she loves to be held down and have certain kinds of pain inflicted on her which she experiences as both pain and pleasure. For example, spanking her until both my arms are exhausted. I’m a really big man and a lifelong martial artist, so I could really hurt her, but I’m talking spanks that are as loud as possible but basically make her butt and back really rosy. I’ve known for a while that she likes rough treatment, so I’ve been swallowing hard and stepping it up. She really does enjoy it. I’m getting more comfortable with it.
Me, I prefer gentle touches.