Easy Cum, Easy Go

[Shannon Johan]

So, I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here and if you’re reading this as the first time seeing any of my blogs then just stop reading now and go back and read the previous ones first because this won’t make a lot of sense without context. 

You’ll remember how my husband FINALLY after all these years got a vasectomy. And it really did improve our sexual relationship, which I didn’t think it was possible to improve, to be honest. We were great before, but we fucked like rabbits after. I was really surprised how turned on I got just knowing my darling husband’s big manly nuggets were sterile now and oh so, SO much more tender for the onslaught of my attacks. I literally would be fantasizing at work about all the ways to cause him pain for my pleasure before finally pleasuring him just for me to orgasm again at the thought of his empty loads being pumped in me. Oooo. Chills. I’m like a heroin addict except my needle is my husbands cock and the drug is his cum.  Well, that got complicated about a year ago when I got pregnant. Again. Plot twist. I know what you’re thinking…how could I cheat on my husband?! Well, I didn’t. Never have and never could. You see hubby went to the 8 week checkup and was given the green light, but at the one year checkup, he came home telling me the news that his chords had reattached. His massive manhood was so manly they grew back. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. We’d been at each other literally daily for weeks. Months! They went ahead and did the procedure again on him while he was already there. Apparently this happens to about 1 out of 10 men so they were prepared. My husband said he was in quite a lot of pain and needed to go lie down. Normally, this would turn me into a raving succubus, but I was too distraught at the moment to want to grab my hubby by the balls and make him pleasure me. A week later I made my hubster go back to the Dr. for extreme swelling and discomfort in his left testicle. Turns out infection had set in and there was no other option but to remove it before the infection spread to his right testicle. A week after that I found out I was pregnant. We had another girl. This was all quite a lot to handle honestly. It almost broke us. I was depressed about bearing another child. My husband was depressed about losing a testicle, and me too honestly. His enormous balls were my kink I had come to realize, and I felt I couldn’t let myself act on my urges of hurting his last remaining nut for fear of rupturing it and then my man not have either of the parts that make him a man. 

I said almost, through a lot of talking about it and discussion, we did sort it all out. We mutually decided for him to get an implant where his missing left testicle had been. It’s amazing how realistic feeling those things are! For me at least. And they were even able to match his size even though we had to pay a lot extra for a custom designed prosthetic. Our “play time” has greatly improved as well since then. I’ll mostly only play with his “robo-ball”, as I call it, squeezing or biting on it, while verbally threatening to do all those same things to his real nut. It’s a win/win/win for us really- I get to abuse a testicle without holding back, my hubby feels no pain in the prosthetic nut AND I still get the pleasure of watching him squirm when I cup his real ball in my hand and threaten to attack it just to hear him beg me, saying “Baby please no, that’s not robot ball!!!”

It’s a weird dynamic for sure, but hey, so are we. It works for us. Surprisingly, his sex drive is not at all hindered from only having half of his man bits left to make testosterone. If anything, he wants me more now because I never actually cause any pain in the one testicle he has feeling in. Only empty threats…just like his cum that I make him pump inside me every day, empty of the threat of impregnating me again.