Hello, Lost And Found?

The year was 1984. The main event took place on Valentine's Day.

When Wanda and I began dating and we approached the reality of having sex, she had told me that she could not take "the Pill”. It was a very difficult statement for her to make to me considering her upbringing where those things were never mentioned, let alone discussed with men, period. I understood, and for the next three months we used latex condoms. As Wanda loosened up from being under less control of her mother, we decided that we were not ready for a family, and we both agreed that a five-year moratorium would be wise.

To show you how controlling her mother and grandmother were, they asked Wanda personal questions as to my performance and did she do it enough to give them a baby.   

A few months after our wedding we were visiting one of her bold cousins and she asked point blank what we were using, “You know, to not get knocked up right away,” and Wanda said rubbers. Bellinda burst out laughing, “Shit girl, go get a diaphragm like I did and throw the rubbers out. You won’t regret it. Dr. Wasserman will fit you in no time. Here is his card.”

“Wana see mine? I love it and so does Barry. It is all we have ever used.”

I said, “But you have two children.”

“Oh, those were when I left it on the nightstand and in my purse. That’s their nicknames.”

We laughed about that many times on the way home.

I need to point out that for almost a year we had tried almost every brand, thickness, ribbed, studded, lubricated, and plain condom on the market. Some were disgusting and we even had three failures. Two ruptured and one slipped off in her vagina, which I had to retrieve.

We were very excited to finally get an appointment with the doctor. He was a gruff, old, and unfriendly doctor, in our opinion, when we saw him in his office. Wanda mentioned to him that her cousin Bellinda used a diaphragm and that she wanted one too. “Wanda, they don’t fit everyone, and that’s a fact. It depends on your internal structure, but we will see. The nurse will take you to the exam room now.” Then he balked at my attempt to accompany Wanda into the exam room until my wife intervened, and he said, “It’s alright, but you have to stand at her head.”

When he came in, it was with an attitude. He barked a few orders at his nurse and he put two or three different sizes diaphragms in and pulled them right out. He shucked off the gloves and threw them on the tray with the diaphragms and said, “Sorry Miss. You can’t use one.” And left. After we paid the exorbitant bill, we were very depressed as we headed for the car. I hugged her tight and said jokingly, “Let’s go rubber shopping at the pharmacy over there.”

Several days later she showed me one of her women’s magazines that had an ad for something called the “Today Sponge”. The ad said it was just as effective as the diaphragm and did not need a prescription. It took trying three different drug stores, but we finally found them. As giddy as teenagers we rushed back home. Still very early, we knew we were going to bed at once.

Wanda requested privacy as she went to put it in. I was stripped down and was hard as a rock in bed in anticipation of our first intentional skin to skin sex.

Wanda came out in a white satin negligee, but it did not stay on long. We had hard, fucking sex, harder than I could recall in the recent past. It was not a long session at all but were happy. Wanda said, “Jim, I felt you cum in me. That was so fucking hot.”

Then miracle upon miracle, as we were discussing how wonderful it felt with each other, I rose to the occasion again just like a teenager.

With no preliminaries needed I got back in the saddle again. This time stamina was on our side. I did something that I had rarely done and hooked her ankles on my shoulder and drove deep folding her almost double. We collapsed and slept after that.

At seven the next morning the alarm rang, and the day started. I showered and Wanda cooked our breakfast. I dressed and made lunch. I was just about to leave when I heard Wanda yelled, “Shit, Jim. Come in here now.”

It sounded urgent so I went right in.

“Is that thing in the bed? Check for me now. I can’t feel it anywhere.”

I tossed the bedding and there was no sign except an extraordinarily large wet spot on her side. I looked on the floor as well but did not see it.

I went back into the bathroom and Wanda was in tears. “I must go to the emergency room now. Do you know how embarrassing that is going to be.”

“Let me try. Spread your legs as wide as you can.” I put a finger as deep into her vagina as I could flattening her puffy labia. “I’m touching it. I am.”

“It has a little strap on it. Pull it out”.

“All I can do is touch it.”

“Go get in bed and let me try something.”

“Anything at this point.”

“Put two pillows under your back and sort of recline. Spread your legs wide, as wide as you can. Pull your knees up. I am going to use two fingers.”

I inserted two fingers deep into her and felt the strap, but I could not yet grab it.

“Bear down now Wanda, hard. Again. I got it.” I triumphantly held it aloft.

She slapped it out of my hand and said, “There will be no more tomorrows for Todays in this house, is that clear?”

I went to work about twenty minutes late, with the delightful fragrance of my wife on my fingers.

Forty-years later and the original box with the two remaining sponges is brought out every Valentine’s Day.

It always causes us to exchange a knowing smile, a wink or a nod.