The babies that never were
Her turn
About mid way through our relationship we were on a family holiday, our two young children were asleep in the tent next door. On that warm summer's night we had consumed a few beers , but given our state the fitting of our rubber friend was more difficult than ever.
My wife was keen for sex that night and she said that she didn’t mind if I came inside her and that it wasn’t a problem if she became pregnant again. It really was my choice and she kept reminding me of this as I drilled her thoroughly on top of the airbed . This is hard work as resistant isn't what it would be on a sprung mattress and so staying inside her was difficult on our bouncy mattress. Three or four times she kept telling me that the choice was mine to give her another baby, however I was also content with the size of our family and so let the instable camp bed tactically help me withdraw so that I spilled my load over her hairy pu$$y.
My turn
About three years down the line and we were still using those dreaded rubber passion killers. Our relationship had however changed and was close to the rocks. This time the rubber glove was on the other hand so to speak. It was me that wanted another child for security of the relationship
Since she had lost a condom up her “Nest” many years before, we always had been very careful that it was secure and she was paranoid about losing another one up her. Therefore she was suspicious when I would enter her and then withdraw for maybe half a minute before entering her again. I gave some excuse that I was checking my rubber mate was secure. When in reality I was trying to take it off. Even if I were to weaken its structure by pricking holes in the packet before use , this didn’t help me in my quest to gift her another baby .
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