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27/08/2020
My wife is from a foreign country, I met her when I was working there. She's 11 years younger than I am. She's very smart and her verbal English was pretty good, as long as common words were being used. We fell in love, and still are after 15 years. This story took place around 7 years ago. Her English has vastly improved as has her ability to read and write in English.
The first 4 years after we got married we continued to live overseas. Our only visits to the states were for meeting my parents, citizenship applications, and having our two children. She stayed with my parents after child birth until they were old enough to fly back to where I was working.
Finally, my overseas contact and work was completed, so my company assigned me back to the states. We settled in and to help my wife and kids adjust to the American way of life, we started to get out and experience many events.
When the rodeo and stock show came to the big city near us she wanted to go. Wanted to see bronc and bull riding, as well as real cowboys. We went and stayed at a local hotel to see the rodeo and the city. She loved all the rodeo, and was real interested in the stock show part, as she grew up in a semi rural area. During a visit to the bovine, and sheep barn, they had (I assumed it was FFA people) who explained anything you had questions about. So the guy was talking about Bulls and Steers. After he was done, my wife approached him to ask questions. Due to language difference, she had not understood what the difference was. He told her a steer was a casterated bull. I explained to the guy that in her country, castration was not done. She asked why did they castrate bulls and sheep. He explained that it was for several reasons. First a steer will gain weight faster for meat production. Second, they are less aggressive, so easier to handle. Third, they are in the same pasture as the cows, and they don't want them to breed them because they will likely produce lower quality calves. She asked so no babies, he said yes. She asked a lot of other questions too.
So, later that week, we were in bed getting ready to enjoy some loving, when she asked if in the states do they make it where men can't have babies. I said they do. She said so if you have that done I don't have to worry about getting pregnant? I said yes, but if I do, no more kids. We had been through and tried the whole list of birth control available. We were down to condoms. Neither of us really liked the feel and then the occasional broken condom, which brought on serious stress until her next period. After discussing we agreed it was time permanently take care of this. "We" also agreed that due to the risk it would be me who got fixed.
Two weeks later I had an appointment for Friday afternoon, over a 3 day weekend. I told her she had to go because she had to listen to the Dr explain the risk, and also sign papers agreeing to me getting fixed. So, she took off from work, and we were in the Dr's office at 1 in the afternoon.
The Dr was a guy I knew, and I was only able to get an appointment that early because his normal male nurse assistant was out of town, and there would be female nurse that would be assisting that day. Apparently, some guys didn't want that, or maybe it was their wives who didn't want it. I had been to his office in the past, his female nurse was deffinatly older than me, and not at all attractive.
So, we got there filled out paperwork, and then the desk person took us back to the office to wait, the Dr was finishing up with the previous patient. He came in the office with his nurse following. It was definitely not the same nurse. This one was probably the same age as my wife, and looked like a model out of a Playboy magazine! I was wondering if I could keep from getting a hard on. FYI, I never got an erection, at the end of our visit I over heard the nurse tell my wife, he must really love you, almost every guy that comes in for this procedure has trouble controlling themselves when I shave them. I explained what the nurse met a week later. She had always thought men could totally control when they get hard, anyway I'm getting off track.
The Dr sets down and gives his speech, and azks if there are any questions. We both say No. He says OK, then we need to sign the Release. Now he knows my wife and she was just learning English, and since this was a legal document, he wanted to make sure she understood what was going to happen, with his nurse as a witness. So, he asked her to tell him in her own words what she wanted / was expecting.
Now this is an exact quote from my wife:
"My husband and I do not anymore children. I want you to casterate my husband. You know like when they make a steer so they can not make baby calves!"
The nurse was standing to the side of the Dr, he might have been able to see her but probably wasn't looking that was. The nurse looked right at me with a giggly smile, almost laughing, and gave me a thumbs up. The Dr smiled and said, I don't think we have to go that route, and I'm pretty sure that's not what your husband had in mind when he came here.
Then he explained the difference between a Viscectomy and Casteration, and with casteration your husband probably will not want to and may not even to be able to have sex.
Fortunately, my wife told everyone, she enjoys having sex with me and wants to have more without getting pregnant, so do not remove his testicles, please!
We all had a good laugh, signed the release and I had the procedure done. My sweet wife holding my hand the whole time, watching very intently.
Weeks later, when we had just starting to have sex and were talking about it. She admitted to me it was all exciting to her. She got excited everytime she thought about it. I asked her what excited her the most about it. Her answer surprised me, she said when that gorgeous nurse was handling and shaving your testicles. She said it made her wet. I suggested maybe we could do it again! She said, "Hell No", that was it for me. Then we fucked like crazy, she was unbelievably wet, and came hard while we were fucking. With two or three exceptions, she has only cum when her clit is worked over.
So, that's it, and her English has gotten much better now.
The first 4 years after we got married we continued to live overseas. Our only visits to the states were for meeting my parents, citizenship applications, and having our two children. She stayed with my parents after child birth until they were old enough to fly back to where I was working.
Finally, my overseas contact and work was completed, so my company assigned me back to the states. We settled in and to help my wife and kids adjust to the American way of life, we started to get out and experience many events.
When the rodeo and stock show came to the big city near us she wanted to go. Wanted to see bronc and bull riding, as well as real cowboys. We went and stayed at a local hotel to see the rodeo and the city. She loved all the rodeo, and was real interested in the stock show part, as she grew up in a semi rural area. During a visit to the bovine, and sheep barn, they had (I assumed it was FFA people) who explained anything you had questions about. So the guy was talking about Bulls and Steers. After he was done, my wife approached him to ask questions. Due to language difference, she had not understood what the difference was. He told her a steer was a casterated bull. I explained to the guy that in her country, castration was not done. She asked why did they castrate bulls and sheep. He explained that it was for several reasons. First a steer will gain weight faster for meat production. Second, they are less aggressive, so easier to handle. Third, they are in the same pasture as the cows, and they don't want them to breed them because they will likely produce lower quality calves. She asked so no babies, he said yes. She asked a lot of other questions too.
So, later that week, we were in bed getting ready to enjoy some loving, when she asked if in the states do they make it where men can't have babies. I said they do. She said so if you have that done I don't have to worry about getting pregnant? I said yes, but if I do, no more kids. We had been through and tried the whole list of birth control available. We were down to condoms. Neither of us really liked the feel and then the occasional broken condom, which brought on serious stress until her next period. After discussing we agreed it was time permanently take care of this. "We" also agreed that due to the risk it would be me who got fixed.
Two weeks later I had an appointment for Friday afternoon, over a 3 day weekend. I told her she had to go because she had to listen to the Dr explain the risk, and also sign papers agreeing to me getting fixed. So, she took off from work, and we were in the Dr's office at 1 in the afternoon.
The Dr was a guy I knew, and I was only able to get an appointment that early because his normal male nurse assistant was out of town, and there would be female nurse that would be assisting that day. Apparently, some guys didn't want that, or maybe it was their wives who didn't want it. I had been to his office in the past, his female nurse was deffinatly older than me, and not at all attractive.
So, we got there filled out paperwork, and then the desk person took us back to the office to wait, the Dr was finishing up with the previous patient. He came in the office with his nurse following. It was definitely not the same nurse. This one was probably the same age as my wife, and looked like a model out of a Playboy magazine! I was wondering if I could keep from getting a hard on. FYI, I never got an erection, at the end of our visit I over heard the nurse tell my wife, he must really love you, almost every guy that comes in for this procedure has trouble controlling themselves when I shave them. I explained what the nurse met a week later. She had always thought men could totally control when they get hard, anyway I'm getting off track.
The Dr sets down and gives his speech, and azks if there are any questions. We both say No. He says OK, then we need to sign the Release. Now he knows my wife and she was just learning English, and since this was a legal document, he wanted to make sure she understood what was going to happen, with his nurse as a witness. So, he asked her to tell him in her own words what she wanted / was expecting.
Now this is an exact quote from my wife:
"My husband and I do not anymore children. I want you to casterate my husband. You know like when they make a steer so they can not make baby calves!"
The nurse was standing to the side of the Dr, he might have been able to see her but probably wasn't looking that was. The nurse looked right at me with a giggly smile, almost laughing, and gave me a thumbs up. The Dr smiled and said, I don't think we have to go that route, and I'm pretty sure that's not what your husband had in mind when he came here.
Then he explained the difference between a Viscectomy and Casteration, and with casteration your husband probably will not want to and may not even to be able to have sex.
Fortunately, my wife told everyone, she enjoys having sex with me and wants to have more without getting pregnant, so do not remove his testicles, please!
We all had a good laugh, signed the release and I had the procedure done. My sweet wife holding my hand the whole time, watching very intently.
Weeks later, when we had just starting to have sex and were talking about it. She admitted to me it was all exciting to her. She got excited everytime she thought about it. I asked her what excited her the most about it. Her answer surprised me, she said when that gorgeous nurse was handling and shaving your testicles. She said it made her wet. I suggested maybe we could do it again! She said, "Hell No", that was it for me. Then we fucked like crazy, she was unbelievably wet, and came hard while we were fucking. With two or three exceptions, she has only cum when her clit is worked over.
So, that's it, and her English has gotten much better now.
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