As I lay in bed with my husband, I could feel the tension building between us. We had been trying to have S all night, but no matter what we did, it just wasn’t happening.
“Maybe we need some lubricant,” I suggested, hoping to break the tension.
My husband let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes. “We don’t have any, and I’m too lazy to go buy some,”.
I felt a surge of anger and disappointment. Was he really so unwilling to put in the effort to make our S life better?
“Fine,” I snapped. “What do you suggest we do then?”
My husband didn’t answer right away. He seemed to be thinking, his brow furrowed in concentration. Finally, he spoke.
“I know this might sound crazy, but what if we use engine oil instead?” he said, a look of desperation on his face.
I was stunned. Using engine oil as a lubricant was a terrible idea. It was dangerous and could cause serious damage to our bodies.
“Are you insane?” I shouted, jumping out of bed. “We can’t use engine oil as lubricant! It’s not safe!”
He then replied: “How about vegetable oil?”.
My husband tried to defend himself, but I wasn’t having any of it. I was furious that he would even suggest something so reckless and irresponsible.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to come up with a solution to our problem.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “You need to start taking our S life seriously,” I said, grabbing my robe and storming out of the room.
I spent the rest of the night on the couch, fuming over my husband’s careless suggestion. I couldn’t believe he would even consider using engine oil as a lubricant. It was just another example of how little he cared about our relationship and our intimacy.
The next day, I decided to take action. I went to the store and bought some lubricant, determined to never let our S life suffer again because of my husband’s laziness.
As I handed it to him, I looked him in the eye and said, “Never, ever suggest using engine oil as lubricant again. It’s dangerous and it’s not something we will ever do.”
My husband nodded, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t realize how serious this was.”
I could tell he was sincere, and I forgave him. But I also made it clear that our S life was important to me, and that I expected him to put in the effort to make it better.
From then on, we made sure to always have lubricant on hand, and our S life improved significantly. I was relieved and grateful that we had addressed the issue before it caused any real harm. And my husband learned a valuable lesson about the importance of taking our intimacy seriously.