Not Me!

After my second child, I discovered that I experienced pain during intercourse with my husband, initially I thought it was because of the trauma of childbirth; it was a very difficult delivery for me.

It reduced my libido a great deal and we both agreed to wait for a little while to see if I would heal even though our baby was well over six months.

After about one month of no intimacy, we decided to try again; I felt really okay and looked forward to it. The pain I felt with the first thrust was quite excruciating and we had to stop immediately.

First thing in the morning, hubby drove me straight to my gynaecologist; I explained to him that it felt like my husband had the penis of a giant and I had a door that was built in my vagina which wouldn’t let him go in any further, and that was what caused the pain.

The doctor asked me to lie down for an examination and a minor non surgical procedure, he called for a nurse to stay while he examined me, my husband also asked to stay; he always observed such examinations anyway. The doctor wore his medical gloves and immediately got to work, he dipped his index finger into me and the craziest thing happened. He touched something in me that I never knew I had and I immediately climaxed in an unusual way. I just could not control it and it was like I peed on the examination bed.

The look on hubby’s face told me that I was in for some confrontation, the doctor apologised and went on to explain what the problem could be and asked us to return if the pain continued.

We drove home in silence, it has been over two weeks and my husband has not said a word to me, a confrontation would mean the world to me now but it is not coming. I have tried severally to explain that what happened was beyond my control but he would not say anything. He comes back late and leaves early the next morning. My life has suddenly become gloomy! I have never been this confused and I am too embarrassed to share my woes with any family member. I need to save my marriage, the doctor will be seventy years old later in the year by the way.

Ps: This story is from a Lilea’s Blog reader oh and not me!