[WalterBlog]

Apart from the six months we were together when she was on the pill, for majority of the remainder of the relationship, our contraceptive choice was the condom. An awful invention that I feel kills the passion and is a pain to get on. Yes it is sensible for a one night stand for swingers and hookers but not great when in a long term relationship.

On one occasion about a year into our relationship we had a problem with the condom which fell off and stayed upside her deep large pu$$y. My GF as she then was had to take the morning off and go to the local doctors where someone extracted it from her. She recounted her embarrassment of this later and I shared my concern having not yet widen my thrill for sex to include and be turned on by such incidents.

Briefly after we got married we tried out the rhythm method with the use of some weird device that the local hospital were giving away as part of some research project. Using her urine to measure the hormones it would then tell you the good and bad days to have sex dependant on your point of view. Sex was more regular during this period, but was over technical and lacked spontaneity. During these days my love juices were reserved only for her “hole”
To be honest at that point once married , I was rather blasé about contraception. We wanted a family and if we weren’t that careful, it wasn’t a big problem, we didn’t really talk to much about it. We just knew that it would happen. My only regret here was that I only wish I had given her a baby during our honeymoon rather than wait a year whilst we played around with this new device .

During the time when we were using the rhythm method she had a smear test planned. Nothing bad came from this but rather she was given the news that on the day of her examnation she was exhibiting signs that she was at her most fertile time of the month. As such when I arrived home that night expectant for her “news”, I found my wife upstairs naked on the bed her legs wide open waiting for me ( the only time this has happened). We got down to it immediately, she desperately wanted my sperm and we made a baby.

Making number two, I'm less clear on, but I think it was a Sunday and we were in bed reading the papers. Sex by then was very boring and routine by then, I still remember it was missionary first then there would be a call for “doggy”. She was reading a magazine with a super model on the cover. As I pumped her and put her back in the family way, she continued to read and my view of her face was obscured by the journal . That morning I had made love with Kate Moss!