I’ve never told my husband this. We’ve been married for over 10 years.
When we were dating he found the torn edge of a condom wrapper by my bedside table. He immediately questioned me as we hadn’t been using protection in a few weeks. In a panic I told him that I had unrolled one all the way to see if there was a serial number on them like my girlfriend had told me.
I don’t think he bought my story but he never mentioned it again. He proposed to me and now we’re married so I guess he let it slide.
THE TRUTH of the story is that I used the condom to cover the bananna I was masterbating with. I didn’t want to put the actual fruit inside in case it got stuck inside me so a condom seemed logical. I thought I had cleaned up all traces of my efforts.
In my panic when confronted I quickly made up the story about the serial number. I must have sounded like an idiot.
Looking back I should have told him the truth. I can’t tell him now because it’d be too embarassing and not worth the hassle.