When I first decided to get a vasectomy, it was with the hope that it would revitalize the otherwise mostly dead sex life my wife and I had. Our sex life had started dwindling less than a year after the birth of our son, without any apparent reason. It wasn't until our daughter was born, 8 years later, that I got a possible explanation for my wife's lack of desire. That was when she refused to go back to using the IUD she'd worn between kids, stating that it made sex uncomfortable, any kind of sex, even me eating her pussy. That was why she'd rarely been in the mood, and why we'd only had sex once every two or three weeks. However, I have my own birth control problem, in that the lubricant in condoms irritates me, and I have difficulties maintaining my arousal. So, in the last two years, we've only been having mutual oral sex, and because my wife's not really into sucking my cock, we're down to about once a month for anything.
Of course, none of these situations were or are acceptable, and my complaints about them have been the main topic of conversation whenever I go out with my best friend and his girlfriend. Since, in addition to the lack of sex, my wife makes all kinds of promises to get romance, knowing she'll break them as soon as I try to collect. And, my friends feel that the deliberate cruelty of that gives me every right to divorce my wife, or at the very least, cheat on her. The problem is that because of my kids, divorce is not an option for me. Cheating isn't really an option either, because of the high risk of it leading to that divorce. My risk is higher than normal, because to local women I'm a prime catch. I'm American, which makes me a possible ticket to the U.S., and I make real good money compared to local men. So, their main interest is in doing whatever it takes to get me to marry them, instead of my current wife. That means none of the girls my friends have tried to hook me up with, are interested in a safe sex relationship.
Naturally, none of them would openly admit they weren't interested in a relationship that didn't give them the opportunity to trap me with a pregnancy. Instead, they'd give other reasons that would only be obvious to a man who was scared of those traps. Like how sex with condoms, or limiting sex to only oral and anal sex, made them feel like they were prostitutes. They'd either swear they were on the pill, or they'd say they preferred the guy just pull out at the last second and cum on their stomach or face. The problem with the statements about being on the pill, is that there is no way for the guy to verify that, and when the girl gets pregnant, she can always say she only forgot to take it once, and that it must have happened that day. As for the pulling out method, the girl could wrap her legs around you "accidentally", making it impossible for you to pull out. In reality though, both of those, "forgetting her pill" or wrapping her legs around you in a fit of passion, would be deliberate acts, designed to get them pregnant with your baby, so you'd either marry them or support the kid for the rest of your life.
So, because all the girls they tried to set me up with said similar things, while claiming to be very interested in me, in order to protect myself, I would deliberately do or say things to sabotage our relationships before they ever got started. My friends were extremely frustrated with me for pushing these girls away, when they'd all just wanted someone to have fun with. And, they felt my suspicions were incorrect, unfair, and downright insulting. But, while I agreed with them that I had no concrete evidence to support my suspicions, I also made it clear that I couldn't take the risk, in case my paranoia turned out to be justified. That's why I finally made the decision that the only answer to my problems was to get myself fixed. On the one hand, being able to safely make love might restore some of my wife's sexual desire. On the other hand, if that didn't happen, removing the risk of a trap would stop me from pushing away any of the girls who showed interest in me.
The last thing I expected to happen was what did happen, that someone who hadn't been interested before would become interested once they learned that I'd gotten myself clipped. It was a girl named Merve that my friends had been trying to convince to meet me. The reason she hadn't wanted to meet me was that my friends had told her about my suspicions with the other girls, and she'd taken my side of the argument. That I had every right to be suspicious because those were the same tactics her friends used to trap their husbands. But, while she wasn't in the market for a husband, she didn't want to feel like a prostitute either and didn't want her lover to use a condom when he made love to her. Therefore, there was no reason to meet me, since I'd push her away with the same suspicions I had about the other girls. When she found out about my vasectomy though, that changed everything, because not only would I not need to wear a condom, she'd also be able to stop taking her pills. Because she loved feeling men cum inside her, and even she was scared of accidents.