Jerry and I were both teachers met at work and had been dating
for four years.Though we would hug and kiss during our courtship,
we didn't believe in pre-martial sex.
We soon got married and were looking forward to our honeymoon at a
romantic beach resort. Jerry and I just couldn't wait to seal the
union on the first night.
I wasn't nervous during foreplay. In fact, when Jerry kissed and
touched me, it helped me to relax. But just as things started
heating up, I became nervous and uncomfortable because I could
sense that Jerry was struggling to penetrate me. The pain in my
vagina got worse the harder he tried and finally, he asked in
desperation : "Help me."
But I couldn't, the thought of a pen|s entering my vagina
frightened me to bits.. I've always imagined penetration to be
painful.How can an erect pen|s enter a vagina which is half its
size or smaller?
This goes on until it became very frustrating for the both of us. I
felt that I'd been denied the right to enjoy sex and Jerry became
increasingly angry. Though he was able to relieve himself through
masturbation, he felt abnormal to be married and still have to do
it.
Soon, sex became a taboo in our marriage books and we soon started
drifting apart. We both kept to ourselves, but deep down in our
hearts, all we wanted to ask each other was, " waht's wrong with
us?"
For a year, Jerry and I would disagree and quarrel over the
slightest things, until we finally came to a crossroads. The
question was : Break up or stay together? It was Jerry who broke
the impasses when he lovingly declared no matter how frustrated he
was about not having a normal sex life, he still love me and stay
with me. We then decided that if we couldn't have sex, we could
still help each other orgasm during foreplay.
But still, it ws not the best solution, as both Jerry and I wanted
at least two kids. Crazy as it sounds, Jerry twice tried
ejaculating into a cup and pouring the semen into my vagina to get
me pregnant.
When that didn't work, we consulted gynaecologists. One recommended
surgery to widen my vagina while the other insisted on counselling
as a solution.
I hated the idea of another man touching me, but I gritted my teeth
and decided to go ahead with it. Every week ,my gynaewould insert a
finger or two into my vagina while teaching me how to breathe and
control my vagina muscles to ease the pain. I was so embarrassed
each time but I tried to tell myself it was just physical
examination.
On our own, Jerry and I also did the finger exercise for six
months. But when it comes to the real thing, I froze again.
Extremely frustrated, we decided to consider more drastic
measures.
Finally, Jerry suggested we try artificial insemination. It was a
simple procedure as Jerry just had to masturbuate into a container
and the doctor would use a syringe to inject sperm into me.
I wasn't hopeful as the chance of conceiving was low. But I was
ready to try anything to fufil our wish for a family.
Six months later, after our fourth try, I was beginning to lose
faith. But Jerry assured me that he would stick by my side no
matter what. Adoption was not on the plate as we wanted to keep our
hopes alive.
Then came the good new: I was pregnant! A caesarean was a
possibility, but my doctor advised me to deliver my kid naturally
as there are less risk involved and it would help stretch my vagina
further.
I finally delievered our baby naturally and seeing this enormous
baby come out of me put the size of Jerry's pen|s in perspective.
Also, my vagina was stretched by birth.
Many months later, we finally consummated our marriage and I can
never forget the look on Jerry's face when we finally succeeded, he
was estatic.
Now, our baby had grown up and we're planning to get her a lil'
sibling to play with. This time, I intend to do it the natural
way.
