[My experience accompanying my wife to buy condoms (full)]

My wife and I were classmates in college. After graduation, we worked in the same city, so we got married quite young;

I was 23 and she was 22. My wife is a very traditional girl. During college, our relationship

was limited to kissing and touching; we only had real sexual contact after marriage.

When we first got married, we were both very excited and somewhat "thirsty" for sex, so we had sex

very frequently, sometimes twice a day. This led to a big problem—

contraception .

Because we had just started working and our careers weren't established yet, we couldn't have children, but our sexual needs

were high, making contraception a pressing issue. Before marriage, my wife mustered up the courage to ask married women at her workplace for

advice , and they hesitantly shared some contraceptive knowledge with her—which was obviously insufficient. Later, we

secretly bought a book on pre-marital knowledge and studied it together, finally gaining some necessary understanding. But putting it into practice

was another story.

First, we couldn't accurately calculate the safe period. My wife's menstrual cycle usually lasts about 7 days, but it often

adds , so the calculations were never accurate. Later, we simply stopped using the rhythm method for contraception.

Then we tried withdrawal, but that caused problems.

As many of you know, in the early stages of sex, it's difficult for men to control ejaculation time. Sometimes

pulling out too early leaves the wife dissatisfied, and of course, I'm not satisfied either. Pulling out too late often results in a mess, half inside

and half outside, which is terrible, requiring us to take post-coital medication as a precaution. Even if we pull out promptly, there's

no guarantee against leakage; even a tiny drop of semen is enough to get a woman pregnant ten times over, so that method didn't work either.

The last resort was the one recommended in the book—using a condom.

Actually, for newlyweds, using a condom is a real ordeal. It not only affects pleasure but also causes

pain. I remember back then, every time we reached the end, the condom would dry out the vaginal lubrication, and my wife would whisper in my

ear that it hurt, which made me lose interest, and we'd finish quickly.

Then we'd both be itching to do it again, and then it would still end quickly. Another problem

was buying condoms. Although there are sex shops and couples' products everywhere these days,

neither of us dared to just barge in. We were afraid of being seen by acquaintances, and we were also too embarrassed

to ask.

When we got married, a kind lady at my wife's workplace, who was in charge of family planning, gave us two boxes. We were very

grateful , but two boxes only contained 24 condoms, which was a drop in the ocean for a newlywed couple.

We used them up in just over two weeks. Later, I went to small shops on the street a few times under the cover of darkness, each time feeling like a thief,

and the condoms I bought were either ineffective or too expensive.

That day, someone from my wife's workplace treated us to dinner, and we both drank a little alcohol and

became slightly tipsy. It was already dark when we came out, and our colleagues offered to take us home, but we declined, because an evening

stroll for couples is a very romantic thing. We walked home arm in arm, and with the help of the alcohol and the early

summer evening breeze, we soon both felt sexually aroused. Coincidentally,

there was a sex shop right by the roadside, so my wife encouraged me to buy condoms. Fueled by alcohol and with my face covered, my wife and I

went into the shop.

There were no other customers inside, only a saleswoman behind the counter doing the accounting. Seeing us come in,

she stood up to greet us and asked with a smile, "What do you two need?"

This saleswoman was about thirty years old and quite attractive; I blushed a little when she asked. My wife, being

bolder, asked, "Do you have condoms?"

This was obviously a pointless question, as the counter was filled with all kinds of condoms. The saleswoman didn't say

anything, just pointed to the counter and let us choose.

Neither my wife nor I had ever bought this stuff before, and faced with so many varieties, we were naturally at a loss.

The saleswoman sensed our predicament and proactively introduced the products to us, explaining which were imported, which were domestic

, which were high-end, which were cheap, and which were for special occasions—her service was very attentive. But

one sentence made us both unhappy. She said, "It's best to buy this kind; it's for preventing

AIDS."

This was clearly a dig at our relationship, and of course, I wasn't going to ignore it. I quickly and loudly

declared, "We're husband and wife!"

My wife nervously added, "We're not what you think. We're a legitimate couple.

You can see our marriage certificate if you don't believe me."

My wife, in her nervousness, actually said she wanted to show him their marriage certificate—who carries a marriage certificate around in public? Besides,

this woman is just a businesswoman; what right does she have to possess marriage certificates? It was rather ridiculous.

The woman paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "My mistake! I mistook you for

students from the school across the street. You two look so young! It's okay, couples can choose this kind, or you can

choose the regular kind." Being a businesswoman, she didn't say anything hurtful. We weren't so nervous anymore.

Then we noticed that there was a vocational school across the street. We'd heard that the students there had gone too far, which was why

outsiders had misunderstood our relationship.

Then, that guy enthusiastically pulled my wife aside for a quiet conversation, and I felt too embarrassed to eavesdrop

.

My wife nodded happily, and then he took a small box from the counter and handed it to her.

She took it, looked at it, and thanked him profusely. He then gave her a box of condoms, saying loudly,

"Try these, they're good and cheap. If they don't work, we can try another brand."

We paid and left the shop. My wife mysteriously showed me the small box.

It said "Personal Lubricant," and after reading the instructions, I realized it was an auxiliary lubricant used with condoms

—exactly what we needed. We happily ran home.

Needless to say, we had a great time that night. My wife didn't complain of pain during intercourse, and I enjoyed myself

immensely. The condoms he recommended were great, and each one only cost about 50 cents—very

economical . During our lovemaking, my wife told me about what that guy (or someone else) had been whispering to her.

It turns out he had also recently gotten married and was very understanding of our situation, even offering to ask if we needed lubricant.

Of course, my wife said she needed the product, so we agreed. What a stroke of luck!

Later, we became regulars at that little shop, and my wife even became friends with JJ. We also learned

that JJ was from the countryside and had come to the city to work with her husband, who had finally scraped together the money to open this shop.

JJ usually worked the day shift, while her husband worked the night shift, because sales of this kind of product were higher at

night . However, JJ's husband worked as a scrubber at a bathhouse, rotating night shifts once a week.

The day we went happened to be her husband's night shift, so JJ was working the night shift. From JJ, my wife and I learned

a lot and broadened our horizons.

It turns out that these so-called health products not only included condoms, but also realistic male and female genitalia, made to look just like the real thing,

and even life-sized rubber dolls with incredibly lifelike genitalia. If my wife hadn't strictly forbidden it, I

would have bought a female rubber doll to take home. The most amazing thing this shop sells is aphrodisiacs, both for men and women, supposedly

very effective. However, my wife and I are so "thirsty" these days that we don't even need medication, so there's no need to try them

.

Our relationship with JJ lasted about two years, then my wife got pregnant, so we temporarily stopped

going to JJ's shop. One day, JJ suddenly called me, inviting me to her shop that evening, and

told me not to let anyone else know, including my wife. I found it strange, but her request not to tell

my wife made me a little tempted. So, after work, I went to JJ's shop.

JJ was happy to see me on time, let me into the inner room, and then locked the door. I

had a feeling something was about to happen. Sure enough, JJ started crying in front of me. It turned out that JJ

's husband's long-term work in the bathhouse had damaged his reproductive function, making him infertile. In

JJ's hometown, having offspring is highly valued. Couples who cannot conceive are looked down upon and unable to hold

their heads high.

Although JJ and her husband work in the city, JJ's parents and in-laws still live in the countryside, and they are also

affected by the situation. JJ's mother-in-law, in particular, not only doesn't believe her son has any problems, but also constantly blames

JJ, making her life very difficult. JJ's husband, however, is stubbornly proud and refuses to seek medical

treatment, only trying to solve his problem by increasing the frequency of sexual intercourse. As a result, JJ

suffers a lot, and her husband also endures a lot of hardship, but there is no improvement.

To avoid hurting her husband, JJ came up with a somewhat foolish idea: to conceive through artificial insemination. Of course,

in her mind, the source of the seed was me.

After listening to JJ's tearful account, I felt some sympathy, but I still felt that what I was doing was inappropriate. Firstly, I felt sorry for

my pregnant wife, and secondly, I felt sorry for JJ's husband. Furthermore, although I had some feelings for JJ, I had never

considered having a physical relationship with her, let alone having a child with her. This was indeed no small matter. So,

wanting to find an excuse, I said to JJ, "Maybe the test results are inaccurate, or perhaps JJ herself has a

problem ."

Hearing my question, JJ smiled bitterly and said, "She's collected her husband's semen for testing multiple times, and the doctors

all say his sperm motility is too low to conceive."

JJ also told me something else: her husband had previously been married to another woman who

hadn't conceived after over a year of marriage. JJ's mother-in-law forced them to divorce, and that woman then married someone else and

had a healthy baby boy within a year. This was enough to prove that JJ's husband was impotent.

I then asked JJ why she married her husband knowing he had a problem. JJ told me that in

the countryside, her husband's family was considered well-off. When JJ's father fell ill, he borrowed

money from her husband's family and couldn't repay it, so she had to marry into the family to settle the debt. I never imagined such a thing could happen in this day and age, and I couldn't help but feel

some sympathy

. Coupled with JJ's desperate pleas, and the fact that I already had feelings for her, I was moved and decided to help her.

Seeing that I agreed, JJ couldn't help but smile through her tears, but a shy expression appeared on her face. She then added

her request: we had to have intercourse three times a month during the three days of JJ's ovulation period, and we couldn't

have sex with her at other times. I agreed.

JJ blushed and said that today was the first day of her ovulation period, and we had to start today. I hadn't expected

things to be so urgent, and I was caught off guard. JJ pulled me into the inner room, where there was a single bed.

JJ took out a new sheet and spread it on the bed, then turned her back to me and began to undress.

I stood helplessly to the side, not knowing what to do, because besides my wife, I had never had sexual contact with

anyone else . After undressing herself, JJ came over to help me undress, whispering that

she had just showered so I wouldn't find her dirty.

JJ was a completely different woman from my wife. Her skin wasn't very fair, but her body was very voluptuous, with

large breasts and buttocks, and her limbs appeared strong and powerful—probably the result of her working in the countryside

. Naked, JJ lay quietly on the bed waiting for me. I couldn't resist any longer, so I pressed

myself against her.

JJ's body was incredibly elastic, much better than my wife's bony frame. I lost myself

between JJ's breasts, buttocks, and legs, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. When I entered JJ's vagina, I was overwhelmed by its slipperiness and heat

.

JJ was a mature woman, knowing how to please a man. After I entered, she

moaned , her lower limbs twisting in rhythm, trying to make me feel as comfortable as possible. JJ's vagina wasn't very tight, but it

was elastic and slippery, making penetration very enjoyable. We did it for half an hour, and I finally ejaculated a thick stream of semen

deep inside her.

After ejaculating, I wanted to pull out, but JJ held me tightly, not letting me leave,

explaining that this would increase the chances of getting pregnant. So I left my penis inside her, waiting for JJ's

permission . During this time, JJ gently stroked my back, passionately expressing her gratitude until her

vagina expelled my penis. Only then did she release me and get up to help me clean up.

In the next two days, we did it twice more, each time very enjoyable. JJ kept praising me, saying I

was better than her husband. This was true, because every time I entered her, JJ would involuntarily let out

moans . At the time, my wife was pregnant, and I hadn't had sex in a long time, so my assistance with JJ was somewhat delayed.

It relieved my sexual repression. Later, I asked JJ why she chose me for her services. JJ told me she had

feelings , and that I had just successfully gotten my wife pregnant, which gave JJ confidence in my sexual abilities.

The first month passed quickly, and during the second month's cycle, I didn't wait for JJ to contact me;

I went to her shop myself because I was addicted to sex with her. Of course, I waited until JJ was alone in the shop

before going, afraid her husband would find out. When I saw JJ, she looked radiant and showed

me the hospital test results. It turned out that my three days of effort had paid off—JJ was pregnant! This was something I

was very disappointed about, but I was also somewhat relieved.

JJ is almost due and has gained a lot of weight. A few days ago, I saw her husband beaming

as he helped her go shopping. When she saw me, JJ looked a little awkward, but her husband

was still showing off in front of me. I really feel sorry for this silly guy; he's so happy about becoming a cuckold!

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