My wife has actually always had problems with piv sex. We used condoms for contraception and it seemed as if the friction made her sore. Eventually she persuaded me to have a vasectomy. I didn't really have any problems with it as we already have two children and we both don't want any more. However, I didn't feel completely comfortable with it. But the anticipation of her wet pussy motivated me somehow and I did it out of love. It was 6 months between the procedure and my check-up. It wasn't planned that way, but we had to postpone the final checkup a few times because I was either sick or the doctor was on vacation.

During this time, however, a few unforeseen things happened. My wife started doing sport. She quickly focused on swimming. But she didn't want her hair to show up through under her bikini. She started shaving her private parts. It looked incredible. In all the years we've been married, I've never seen her bald down there. But it turned out that the lack of hair and perhaps the chlorinated water irritated her vagina at the entrance. This made penetration so uncomfortable for her that she suggested taking a break. As I know how important sport is for her, I naturally supported her. Due to various health issues, her doctor prescribed these swimming courses to her and she seems to be doing much better now.

So I let her procreed... After a while, she took a break from swimming. But she was still sore. Only when her hair had fully grown back she allowed me piv sex again. But it didn't work properly because we still didn't had any test results and I still had to use condoms, which made it uncomfortable for her. She said she didn't want to have sex again until we could have intercourse without condoms. She also made it clear that it could only happen if she was fully hairy. I told her that I understand this and was happy to support her.

Time passed slowly. It felt like an eternity. But the day came. When my checkup showed that I was sterile, I was full of hope and looked forward to have sex soon. But then her swimming lessons continued... As she could no longer stand the skin irritation caused by shaving, she decided to have intimate waxing. It was wonderfully smooth down there now. But that was the real torture. As smooth as it was, it was clear that I couldn't penetrate her in this state. The rule was clear: I was only allowed to penetrate her when she was fully hairy.

She comforted me and apologized for the bad timing. After all, my vasectomy had finally been completed and I should have been allowed back in. It had now been a few months and I knew it would be another two weeks before her hair was back. But after two weeks, the effect of waxing became apparent: the hair grew back much more slowly compared to shaving. After another two weeks the hair was back, but as the next swimming sessions were approaching, she decided to get waxed again without waiting for me. This went on for several months. In the end, it was almost a year since I had been in her vagina. In the meantime, we did it exclusively with our hands on each other. She said it made her feel so close to me and she could perfectly relax that way. It was also very nice for me. But I still missed the heavenly feeling of her vagina around my penis.

Then it was finally time for us. She took a break from swimming. The hair grew back. She put on beautiful lingery and suprised me and seduced me. Just before I would had entered her, she told me she had to tell me something. Come inside me, but really slow at first she said. I penetrated her slowly and deeply. We looked deep into each other's eyes. She said hold still. We enjoyed the moment without moving. I could feel her pulse and the slight contractions she made just to tease me. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was like heaven. I saw her like in our young ages. I was in love and felt like in my teen ages again. What did you want to tell me, I asked her after about a minute. She hesitated...

Then she told me. She was tired of waxing and the pain. She has already made an appointment for tomorrow. For what, i asked. After some seconds she whispered: For permanent hair removal. I didn't understand what she wanted to say. But then it flowed through me like a shockwave. I realized what that must mean. Darling, she said. I want to enjoy this night with you. It will be the last time we have sex like this. I couldn't believe it and asked again. What do you mean? I'm going to have my hair removed. It's a laser treatment. It will take several sessions. But still, I'll be hair-free from tomorrow. My vagina will be smooth forever. I feel better with it. I feel comfortable in my bikini and I feel feminine, youthful, simply beautiful as a woman. But it comes at a price. There will be no more penetration. I was perplexed. I couldn't say anything at first, but then I said that I loved her more than anything and willing to support her in everything she wanted to do. She kissed me deeply. A small tear ran down her face. I said maybe it would work out again in the future at some point, but I wasn't going to put any pressure on her. Sure we will find a way maybe. She flinched a little. My darling, I think you misunderstood me. I've made a decision. It's my body. I love the way your penis feels. But I'm tired of the friction and the soreness. I want to know when the last time is - to really savor and enjoy it. - Today is the last time. The last time I will feel your penis inside me. She looked deep into my eyes. We kissed deeply and intimately. I started to thrust. Faster and faster. But she held me back. When you come, she said, it's over. There won't be another round. I can already tell I'm getting sore again. So we stopped again. I only moved very slowly. She rubbed her clitoris a little. She opened her eyes and grabbed my head. Look into my eyes she said. I want you to look deep into my eyes while were doing it. I want us to come together. I'm on the edge. She began to moan softly. She whispered in my ear. Fuck me. Come inside me. This is the last time you get to fuck your wife. Come on, take your wife for the last time. Focus on this feeling of my pussy that you will never have again. Leave your cum deep inside me. She became loud. We both had an orgasm at the same time. She also squirted a little. I had never seen her doing this before. We lay like that for a while, inside each other, without moving. We're finished... Then she whispered to me: I'm going to push you out slowly now.... I will miss this feeling. Then I felt my penis slip out slowly and go limp. She kissed me and went into the bathroom to clean herself. When she came back, she lay down with me and cuddled. Before we fell asleep cuddling close together, she told me that she was a little sorry that I had almost had the vasectomy for nothing. But at least I got to feel her properly for once. From now on, she said, we would only have sex with our hands like before. There's no going back. Her vagina is absolutely off the table for my penis, she said.

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It's been a year now. She has remained strict. I kept my promis and never asked for penetration. Now I always have this beautiful smooth vagina in front of me when I rub her clitoris. But I'm not allowed to put anything in it. Not even my small finger. She then likes to tease me. She says that her sensitive hands are the only thing I can fuck. She feels a little dominant then. She loves to jerk me off. I love it too. I have accepted my fate. I love her.

But to be honest, I think she may have been faking everything. At least partially. I've thought about it over and over again. I think she enjoys it as a form of denial, control and domination. In the beginning she was so soft and romantic with me. But that was only at the very beginning. Sometimes I felt like she was just going through the motions. Her behavior was just put on and unnatural and over-emphasized. At first I didn't think anything of it, but I had doubts when her behavior suddenly changed abruptly. She became more and more dominant and demanding. At some point I think she gave me a hint, maybe unwillingly. She said that she was so happy that she made this decision to work to the point her husband will be pussy-free and sterile, as this was a wonderful combination for her pet and always her cruel fantasy. I asked her out of the heat of the moment but meant more as a joke if she had planned it all from long ago. Her face made this particular micro gesture. When you've known each other for so long, you can tell when your partner is lying or is acting. I realized I had just caught her. She kept her composure and said how dare you to ask me this question? It was also a ridiculous thought anyway. But for the rest of the day, my mind was racing. I went through everything again and again how everthing developed.

I noticed more and more strange things that happened in the past. But maybe I'm just misinterpreting it - I thought.

But then I randomly discovered a page about vasectomy in the browser history of our shared computer. I got big eyes when I saw the date. It was much earlier than we were talking about. That alone was perhaps nothing, but in about the same week she also searched for brazilian waxing and bikinis. Then I looked deeper. In the computer I found a link to a FLR guide from nearly the same time period. As this was all many months before she came up with her new hobby and the side effects and she was looking for it all together, it was clear to me. She played this out in front of me piece by piece for months. As if it had all just happened by chance. I also found out that the doctor who had supposedly advised her to go swimming dont even exists. I was shocked. But I decided not to bring it up to her. Somehow I felt humiliated. And I realized how much I was at her mercy. I could feel how aroused I got at the same time. I also got really scared. I did not think she is capable to do all this wierd stuff. Who knows what else she had done or was perhaps preparing to do. The thought of handing myself over turned me on. I made a conscious decision to let it go. I love her and I know she will take good care of me. She also has been a good wife to me. After all I trust in her. She is my goddess. Although I'm not allowed to call her this way.