This story is about two very memorable sexual moments during our journey through the wilderness of infertility.
Like many other couples on this site, we too once struggled with the heartbreak infertility. We did all the treatments, took all the meds, suffered and enjoyed the side effects (more about that later) and went to several specialists until the Lord led us to the right doctor. It was a difficult road and we suffered many setbacks on this sad journey until our prayers were answered and beautiful babies eventually came our way.
Those of us who have gone through this know what we’re talking about. In my case; I experienced mood swings, increased heartbeat and perspiration, restlessness, trouble falling asleep, body hair growth (especially down there) and of course, constant horniness!
Readers of this site know how much I love sex; but the meds I was on really put me over the edge at times. And poor K. even had trouble keeping up with me (he is 5 years older after all, lol) We later found out the reasons for our infertility were a combination of my crooked uterus and my husband’s prior vasectomy reversal. He obtained a vasectomy during his first marriage and years later after we met; we wanted to make babies together, so my sweet K. went under the knife and got his vasectomy reversed. What true love and sacrifice by my sweet man!
I’ll never forget the evening after his reversal. He was groggy from the anesthesia wearing off and his balls were literally swollen the size of small oranges. For once in his life my honey was in no mood for sex. Yet to our mutual amazement, the urologist wrote in his plan that we had to have sex after vasectomy reversal before going to bed that night! Somewhat taken back, we delicately asked if mutual masturbation would be permitted due to my husband’s post-operative condition.
“No, you must help your husband obtain an erection tonight and he must fully climax inside your vagina Mrs. Kay. This is vital for the procedure to be successful or else there will be continued problems now that your husband is, shall we say, reconnected. Just relax and enjoy yourselves, I am sure you will know what to do,” he said winking as he walked out of the recovery room.
I’m certainly no prude yet I was somewhat taken aback by his wink and hearing another man—not my husband—talking so intimately about my vagina. He actually referred to it by name. “No, you must help your husband…he must climax inside your vagina Mrs. K…I am sure you will know what to do.” I swear he took a quick glance at my breasts as he said that. I remember it was cold in there and hopefully my nipples were not erect and poking through my soft tight sweater. Other than K, no man has ever looked me in the eyes and talked about my vagina before. Oh, well, he is a doctor and he I don’t think he was being inappropriate. Still, felt a little awkward after his quick downward glance and wink. Perhaps I am spoiled by having a female physician and OB all these years.
Later that evening after a delicious nap followed by a romantic dinner with smooth jazz and candlelight we were ready for sex after vasectomy reversal, I led my man into our bedroom. The moon was shining bright and we had the window blinds drawn to drink in the beautiful sight. K. was still very sore and tender down there yet we both knew what we had to do. Like many women on this site; I frequently like our love making to be fast and furious, especially since those meds kicked my libido into overdrove. But not tonight. I was the aggressor and took the lead—yet in a much slower and gentler mode for sex after vasectomy reversal. Truth be told, I was as horny as a cat in heat and I wanted him to pound me hard tonight—yet that was impossible. However, the challenge of making my husband hard and gently inserting his manly tool into my hungry pussy without hurting his swollen balls was quite the challenge I was willing to take. Especially since this would be the first time all of Mr. K’s sweet seed would actually be so lovingly deposited into Mrs. Kay’s vagina.
I slowly undressed while he watched, slowly performing the slutty seductive dance I know he craves when intimate marriage heat sex is approaching. Even in his weakened condition, his eyes were on my body like lasers as he intensely gazed at me slowly grinding and removing my clothes in front of him. Never breaking eye contact swaying my hips to the music, I turned my back to my husband when I got down to my bra and panties. Unclasping the 4 clasps of my sheer black Victoria’s Secret bra (his favorite); I gently tossed it over my shoulder to him. Running my hands down my naked hips and quads; I gently slipped down the matching panties until they were at my ankles. I lingered bent over for several long moments in this position for his viewing pleasure. He loves seeing my ass facing him like this. I gently opened up my stance a bit revealing to him a generous glance of my hormone enhanced lady garden for his eyes only. Thank goodness he likes me natural down there! Thanks to those meds, this lush forest between my legs never disappeared–even years later–much to his enjoyment.
Turning around naked, I slowly walked to the bed and undid his Under Armor sweats sliding them down his legs. And then I saw it in the candle light. His balls were swollen huge and were purple. I could see the sutures. I bet he hurt! Yet his erection was rock hard as normal. A little voice in my head asked me if I still wanted to go through with this, yet I knew the answer was a resounding Yes.
As I gently ran my fingers through his pubes, and I took my first risk. Slowly licking his balls his body reacted but not in a bad way. “Be gentle Kay—but yes your tongue feels wonderful.” No nibbling tonight. I usually gently bite and nibble at K’s balls and take them both into my mouth sucking and slurping to our mutual content. They are so salty and so warm in my mouth. I crave the intimacy of having this most special part of my husband’s body resting in my mouth. I cherish his feeling of trust by letting my take him like that.
But none of that tonight, after slowly licking his scrotum, I moved onto his real prize, that blood engorged cock. Being careful not to put any pressure on his balls, I went down on him taking his entire shaft down my throat. In and out; in and out, not once, but several times. He tasted so good and was so hard, I almost lost track of what I was doing and remembered the doctor saying he must shoot his sperm into Mr. Kay’s pussy—I mean—vagina tonight.
As if on cue, K cried out “Kay stop, I’m about to shoot!” So I quickly withdrew and savored the yummy taste of my husband’s pre-cum on my tongue. Oh how I love his pre-cum! So sweet and delicate. I savor this special delicacy.
“Okay, woman, on your back—I’m ready to pound you and see if this thing still works,” he joked to me. Slowly I joined him on the bed as he slowly got up to carefully mounted his beloved. I opened up for him as he admired the forbidden view of our secret garden, known only to us and no one else. He gently stroked my lush dark bush and I saw his hard-on stiffen a bit as it was pointing up at an angle towards his face. Still those massive balls made him look like some freak of nature and I didn’t want this to hurt him. I love how the sight of my nakedness causes his big cock to grow that that!
Slowly, tenderly, he got on top of me. His hard chest was pressing down upon my large breasts. I love feeling the weight of my man on top of me. My pussy was very wet and eagerly awaiting his entry, yet still not sure how this would turn out. As I was wondering how much to grind him—he slowly yet expertly slid into me to the hilt. He felt so wonderful and so hard.
“Oh Kay, you are so wet and feel so good right now. I love being inside of my bride,” my husband uttered as he slowly started to screw his wife.
I could feel his swollen balls slapping my ass as he continued to pound away. Slower than usual, yet wonderful all the same. I couldn’t believe he was doing this and it wasn’t hurting his balls.
As he continued thrusting into me, he cupped my titties is each hand and took turns on each one sucking and gently biting my nipples. He knows how much I love having my titties manhandled while he is inside of me.
Like many other couples on this site, we too once struggled with the heartbreak infertility. We did all the treatments, took all the meds, suffered and enjoyed the side effects (more about that later) and went to several specialists until the Lord led us to the right doctor. It was a difficult road and we suffered many setbacks on this sad journey until our prayers were answered and beautiful babies eventually came our way.
Those of us who have gone through this know what we’re talking about. In my case; I experienced mood swings, increased heartbeat and perspiration, restlessness, trouble falling asleep, body hair growth (especially down there) and of course, constant horniness!
Readers of this site know how much I love sex; but the meds I was on really put me over the edge at times. And poor K. even had trouble keeping up with me (he is 5 years older after all, lol) We later found out the reasons for our infertility were a combination of my crooked uterus and my husband’s prior vasectomy reversal. He obtained a vasectomy during his first marriage and years later after we met; we wanted to make babies together, so my sweet K. went under the knife and got his vasectomy reversed. What true love and sacrifice by my sweet man!
I’ll never forget the evening after his reversal. He was groggy from the anesthesia wearing off and his balls were literally swollen the size of small oranges. For once in his life my honey was in no mood for sex. Yet to our mutual amazement, the urologist wrote in his plan that we had to have sex after vasectomy reversal before going to bed that night! Somewhat taken back, we delicately asked if mutual masturbation would be permitted due to my husband’s post-operative condition.
“No, you must help your husband obtain an erection tonight and he must fully climax inside your vagina Mrs. Kay. This is vital for the procedure to be successful or else there will be continued problems now that your husband is, shall we say, reconnected. Just relax and enjoy yourselves, I am sure you will know what to do,” he said winking as he walked out of the recovery room.
I’m certainly no prude yet I was somewhat taken aback by his wink and hearing another man—not my husband—talking so intimately about my vagina. He actually referred to it by name. “No, you must help your husband…he must climax inside your vagina Mrs. K…I am sure you will know what to do.” I swear he took a quick glance at my breasts as he said that. I remember it was cold in there and hopefully my nipples were not erect and poking through my soft tight sweater. Other than K, no man has ever looked me in the eyes and talked about my vagina before. Oh, well, he is a doctor and he I don’t think he was being inappropriate. Still, felt a little awkward after his quick downward glance and wink. Perhaps I am spoiled by having a female physician and OB all these years.
Later that evening after a delicious nap followed by a romantic dinner with smooth jazz and candlelight we were ready for sex after vasectomy reversal, I led my man into our bedroom. The moon was shining bright and we had the window blinds drawn to drink in the beautiful sight. K. was still very sore and tender down there yet we both knew what we had to do. Like many women on this site; I frequently like our love making to be fast and furious, especially since those meds kicked my libido into overdrove. But not tonight. I was the aggressor and took the lead—yet in a much slower and gentler mode for sex after vasectomy reversal. Truth be told, I was as horny as a cat in heat and I wanted him to pound me hard tonight—yet that was impossible. However, the challenge of making my husband hard and gently inserting his manly tool into my hungry pussy without hurting his swollen balls was quite the challenge I was willing to take. Especially since this would be the first time all of Mr. K’s sweet seed would actually be so lovingly deposited into Mrs. Kay’s vagina.
I slowly undressed while he watched, slowly performing the slutty seductive dance I know he craves when intimate marriage heat sex is approaching. Even in his weakened condition, his eyes were on my body like lasers as he intensely gazed at me slowly grinding and removing my clothes in front of him. Never breaking eye contact swaying my hips to the music, I turned my back to my husband when I got down to my bra and panties. Unclasping the 4 clasps of my sheer black Victoria’s Secret bra (his favorite); I gently tossed it over my shoulder to him. Running my hands down my naked hips and quads; I gently slipped down the matching panties until they were at my ankles. I lingered bent over for several long moments in this position for his viewing pleasure. He loves seeing my ass facing him like this. I gently opened up my stance a bit revealing to him a generous glance of my hormone enhanced lady garden for his eyes only. Thank goodness he likes me natural down there! Thanks to those meds, this lush forest between my legs never disappeared–even years later–much to his enjoyment.
Turning around naked, I slowly walked to the bed and undid his Under Armor sweats sliding them down his legs. And then I saw it in the candle light. His balls were swollen huge and were purple. I could see the sutures. I bet he hurt! Yet his erection was rock hard as normal. A little voice in my head asked me if I still wanted to go through with this, yet I knew the answer was a resounding Yes.
As I gently ran my fingers through his pubes, and I took my first risk. Slowly licking his balls his body reacted but not in a bad way. “Be gentle Kay—but yes your tongue feels wonderful.” No nibbling tonight. I usually gently bite and nibble at K’s balls and take them both into my mouth sucking and slurping to our mutual content. They are so salty and so warm in my mouth. I crave the intimacy of having this most special part of my husband’s body resting in my mouth. I cherish his feeling of trust by letting my take him like that.
But none of that tonight, after slowly licking his scrotum, I moved onto his real prize, that blood engorged cock. Being careful not to put any pressure on his balls, I went down on him taking his entire shaft down my throat. In and out; in and out, not once, but several times. He tasted so good and was so hard, I almost lost track of what I was doing and remembered the doctor saying he must shoot his sperm into Mr. Kay’s pussy—I mean—vagina tonight.
As if on cue, K cried out “Kay stop, I’m about to shoot!” So I quickly withdrew and savored the yummy taste of my husband’s pre-cum on my tongue. Oh how I love his pre-cum! So sweet and delicate. I savor this special delicacy.
“Okay, woman, on your back—I’m ready to pound you and see if this thing still works,” he joked to me. Slowly I joined him on the bed as he slowly got up to carefully mounted his beloved. I opened up for him as he admired the forbidden view of our secret garden, known only to us and no one else. He gently stroked my lush dark bush and I saw his hard-on stiffen a bit as it was pointing up at an angle towards his face. Still those massive balls made him look like some freak of nature and I didn’t want this to hurt him. I love how the sight of my nakedness causes his big cock to grow that that!
Slowly, tenderly, he got on top of me. His hard chest was pressing down upon my large breasts. I love feeling the weight of my man on top of me. My pussy was very wet and eagerly awaiting his entry, yet still not sure how this would turn out. As I was wondering how much to grind him—he slowly yet expertly slid into me to the hilt. He felt so wonderful and so hard.
“Oh Kay, you are so wet and feel so good right now. I love being inside of my bride,” my husband uttered as he slowly started to screw his wife.
I could feel his swollen balls slapping my ass as he continued to pound away. Slower than usual, yet wonderful all the same. I couldn’t believe he was doing this and it wasn’t hurting his balls.
As he continued thrusting into me, he cupped my titties is each hand and took turns on each one sucking and gently biting my nipples. He knows how much I love having my titties manhandled while he is inside of me.
