Og's romantic gestures

[oggbashan]

Sometimes I buy flowers for my wife.

But today she asked me to buy something else instead of flowers.

She wanted a bottle of Syrup of Figs to settle her insides after her recent operation. Of course I bought it even though it seemed expensive - "Because she's worth it!".

Decades ago, after the birth of our first child, she needed heavy duty pads and a medical suspender belt to wear for a week or so. Of course I bought them, going into our local chemist and asking for advice on exactly what to buy. Some of our friends thought it would have been too embarrassing for a husband to buy such things for his wife.

Recently she needed some pairs of her usual day-to-day panties in a larger size than normal because of swelling after the operation. I went to the department store but had to ask a sales assistant because I couldn't see exactly what my wife wanted. The assistant found them for me, hidden behind all the sexier underwear.

But each time my view was that if my wife wanted something, I would get it. Any embarrassment I might feel was minimal compared to getting something necessary for the woman I love.

On both occasions my wife was more pleased than if I had given her flowers. Flowers are good; essentials are better.

Have you ever risked embarrassment or ridicule to buy something your partner really wanted?

 

[ElectricBlue]

Have you ever risked embarrassment or ridicule to buy something your partner really wanted?

Back in the seventies in Oz you could only buy condoms at chemists, in packs of 3 or 12, and of course they were kept behind the counter at the back of the shop. Of course they were. Which meant asking the kind lady in the strict spectacles and the crisp white coat for the goods, which of course you had to take down to the front counter to pay. Of course you did. And the other kind lady down the front, with Wendy written on her badge, would inevitably be someone's mother. Of course she was.

So, enter the young EB, a late seventeen (Laurel, close your eyes) on a mission to buy his first ever pack. Judy was ready, if not eager, a good Christian girl.

"What size would you like, dear?" asks the first kind lady.

Fuck, what's the answer to that question, for goddsake? Young EB, mercifully quick thinking, replies, "What sizes do they come in?"

"Packs of 3 or 12, dear."

"A pack of three, please." A cautious ambition, but better than blurting out, "Well, at least six inches."

"Take them down the front, dear, to pay."

Thus, the town's morals managers kept close watch on the imminent departure of another virginity or two. One can imagine the chatter over tea. "He's a nice boy, that professor's son. He's going out with the watch-maker's daughter, isn't he? Goodness, I wonder if her mother knows?"

The next year, at university (a different chemist and a different city), the young EB buys a pack of twelve, to be prepared. But his first girl there was on the pill, so they were eventually thrown away, or filled with water and dropped from a second storey window. Something like that, anyway.

 

[weftandwarp]

My wife hated buying clothes. I bought them all for her. When she died many women went through her wardrobe and took a lot for themselves. It was all embarrassing. I'm sure a lot of people thought I was a cross dresser. Not so.

 

[ishtat]

Shoes

My wife and our 5 daughters are all between 5'11" and 6'3". They don't have big feet of course! Just long narrow ones which makes it impossible to find anything in most shops. I first bought her some handmade ones after our first joint effort was born, and continued that from time to time broadening the largesse as the girls grew up.

They tend to share a lot and I have noticed numerous times that one or two new pairs can have an almost magical effect on the mood of all of them. I don't really understand women and shoes, but despite the eye watering cost, I reckon over the years they have been worth every cent.

 

[RocketLauncher]

Sometimes I buy flowers for my wife.

But today she asked me to buy something else instead of flowers.

She wanted a bottle of Syrup of Figs to settle her insides after her recent operation. Of course I bought it even though it seemed expensive - "Because she's worth it!".

Decades ago, after the birth of our first child, she needed heavy duty pads and a medical suspender belt to wear for a week or so. Of course I bought them, going into our local chemist and asking for advice on exactly what to buy. Some of our friends thought it would have been too embarrassing for a husband to buy such things for his wife.

Recently she needed some pairs of her usual day-to-day panties in a larger size than normal because of swelling after the operation. I went to the department store but had to ask a sales assistant because I couldn't see exactly what my wife wanted. The assistant found them for me, hidden behind all the sexier underwear.

But each time my view was that if my wife wanted something, I would get it. Any embarrassment I might feel was minimal compared to getting something necessary for the woman I love.

On both occasions my wife was more pleased than if I had given her flowers. Flowers are good; essentials are better.

Have you ever risked embarrassment or ridicule to buy something your partner really wanted?

 

[SolarRay]

But each time my view was that if my wife wanted something, I would get it. Any embarrassment I might feel was minimal compared to getting something necessary for the woman I love.

Nice. That's a lovely sentiment.

I've definitely offered to pick up various feminine products while at the store for women over the years. I suppose initially I might have been mildly embarrassed, but I can barely recall now. Eventually it did not bother me at all. Why should it? In fact, I distinctly remember a female cashier once saying something like, "Here, let me double bag that for you. Guys don't like to walk around carrying this stuff." Ha.

 

[Emirus]

Back in the seventies in Oz you could only buy condoms at chemists, in packs of 3 or 12, and of course they were kept behind the counter at the back of the shop. Of course they were. Which meant asking the kind lady in the strict spectacles and the crisp white coat for the goods, which of course you had to take down to the front counter to pay. Of course you did. And the other kind lady down the front, with Wendy written on her badge, would inevitably be someone's mother. Of course she was.

When my wife left school, at the age of 15, her first job was in a chemists. In her first week, still getting used to where everything was, a man came in, leaned across the counter and in a quiet voice asked for some condoms. Naturally my wife’s reaction was to call to an older colleague, about 15 feet away, “where are the condoms?” The man was very embarrassed and after he had left, and my wife discovered what condoms were, so was she. 55 years later she still enjoys telling the story. If I don’t get in first.

 

[ausfet]

These stories are so sweet <3

I met my now-husband on a mainstream dating site. I'm quite into femdom. My husband had been living his life in blissful ignorance that such a thing might even exist.

Our first Christmas rolls around. Thinking that it might be now time to give him a bit of a hint, I bought him (absolutely beautiful, for the record) handcuffs and ankle cuffs.

I should take a minute here to describe my husband, who is a tall, heavily build tradesman (he would say 'a fat bastard'). At that point in his life he had a fast ute, drank and smoked heavily. The sort of man who went to 'Bundy Sundays' and when asked how many glasses, would say 'none'.

After giving him the time to process why he was being handcuffs, and noting that he wasn't seeming overwhelmingly thrilled (lol), I said that I was planning on getting him a matching collar, but he seemed to have quite a thick neck and I wasn't sure I could find one that would fit.

Well, he's young and dumb and full of cum as the saying goes, and the handcuffs get a work out. As it turns out, being restrained and edged is good fun. He's not at all keen on not getting an orgasm. I'm pretty sure the exact words when I suggested he might enjoy not coming were 'are you fucking kidding me, Ausfet?', but otherwise, a) I'm getting my kicks and b) he is highly amused.

Skip a couple of months. We're talking marriage. Actually, he is talking marriage and I'm telling him it's an outdated, patriarchal tradition but our political differences are a whole other topic. The point is that he's starting to nest. He decides to make me happy by going and finding a collar that fits him. He rings around and finds a store that can order one in that fits him.

On the day he picked it up, he came home and plonked it in front of me. I was suitably excited. He told me he could never go back to the adult store because the man who'd handed it to him had looked him straight in the eye and said 'I'd love to take a strapping brute like you down'.

TL;DR - My non-sub husband bought a collar to make me happy.

 

[Bramblethorn]

Back in the seventies in Oz you could only buy condoms at chemists, in packs of 3 or 12, and of course they were kept behind the counter at the back of the shop. Of course they were. Which meant asking the kind lady in the strict spectacles and the crisp white coat for the goods, which of course you had to take down to the front counter to pay. Of course you did. And the other kind lady down the front, with Wendy written on her badge, would inevitably be someone's mother. Of course she was.

Reminds me of the Titan Condoms sketch...

 

[Handley_Page]

Back in the seventies in Oz you could only buy condoms at chemists, in packs of 3 or 12, and of course they were kept behind the counter at the back of the shop. Of course they were. Which meant asking the kind lady in the strict spectacles and the crisp white coat for the goods, which of course you had to take down to the front counter to pay. Of course you did. And the other kind lady down the front, with Wendy written on her badge, would inevitably be someone's mother. Of course she was.

What happens when 'Wendy' is the mother of the object of his affections ?
That can be tricky. . .

 

[ElectricBlue]

What happens when 'Wendy' is the mother of the object of his affections ?
That can be tricky. . .

Luckily, more than one chemist .