Jingle Balls

[Shannon Johan]

So, this happened last night... The hubs and I were out doing a little early Christmas shopping and like a lot of stores, the one we were in had Christmas decorations out already. I couldn’t help myself; the opportunity just presented itself and there was no way I was going to pass on a chance to rub salt in the wound. I grabbed the first two blue ornaments I passed by and hung them on the front pockets of a mannequin’s pants. Turned to my hubby with a smirk and said, “Look baby, he’s got big blue balls just like you.” Oh my god his expression was priceless.

I suppose this is a good time for a little back story. First of all you all should know that I love my darling husband very much and nothing will ever change that. We have a very special relationship, I’d call it loving with a dash of good ole fashioned practical joking. He has a daughter from a previous marriage and we have one daughter together. Because of this I’ve always joked with him about his “little girl balls”(see what I did there). It drives him insane when I undermine his masculinity like that. His package is neither small nor feminine in my opinion, but his track record is what it is. We have been talking about him getting a vasectomy for years, but he’s always got an excuse for why he can’t schedule an appointment. We’ve been using protection because, while I’d love to have a little boy, there’s no guarantee it wouldn’t be another girl. But even with birth control and condoms, I’m still afraid of the possibility of having ANOTHER girl. All of this drama came to a head several weeks ago and we got into a huge argument about it all. Long story short, he’s been cut off from sexy time until he gets a vasectomy. Much to my amusement, he still hasn’t scheduled that appointment but I am thoroughly enjoying tormenting him until he does. I wear lingerie to bed, rub my ass against his crotch in public, grab his balls and ask him how the “girls” are doing, etc, etc.

So now back in the store, after I’ve humiliated him about his blue balls, I text him from the dressing room and tell him I need his help with a zipper... I don’t need his help, I’m waiting in a Santa’s little helper dress that I know will drive him crazy. As soon as he opens the door and I pull him in, the look on his face was just too much. I say what do you think??? All cutesy and innocent like. He’s drooling. I reach down, unzip his pants, reach in and give his balls a gentle squeeze, look him in the eyes and ask, “how about that vasectomy now??? Or do you want me to keep trying to make you sterile?” That’s when I squeeze down firmly. He bends over and lets out a grunt so I let him go. Tell him good talk and push him out the dressing room so I can change back and finish shopping. He’s bound to cave in and get fixed soon, right?

[NathanB]

Sounds like you two have an excellent open line of communication and understanding.  

[Jack the Lad]

I'm honestly stunned. You are the perfect wife. Amazing.

[Tyler McNaughten]

Ooooooooohhhhhhh! I'm blue now.

[GhostLoad]

Maybe you two should discuss you being the one to fix him, with a series of knees & kicks ;)

[volcan51]

sexy storie. you made his balls yours with those squeezes