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The first three installments of this account were not actually written to titillate but rather to inform. Although I freely admit that recounting the events did bring a certain thrill in reliving some of the events for me. This part is being written partially out of the frustration I have felt with "John" since November and the last installment, which I will explain, but also to relate how I dealt with the problem and to boast I suppose about the most erotic sexual experience of my life. So, therefore, this is designed to titillate in a manner of speaking. Once again all of the events are true and only the names have been changed. Over the last months leading up to my last writing John had became more than a little frustrating to me. That had became even more pronounced since then. Problems evolved around John complaining about my extra marital affairs, my manner of dress in public, more insistant about receiving sexual attention from me and just generally acting more like a man. Something that after having had him castrated and enjoying the lifestyle I had always envisioned I was not going to simply tolerate. My chief complaint was his constant nagging about my having lovers. He was still attentive to me and never flat refused to go down on me after I had been with a man or men but was becoming aggressive about asking me to wash first and so on. But the final straw came when one day driving by the beach I noticed him looking at women as though he still had his testicles. That evening he actually had the nerve to ask me if we could increase his testosterone levels so he could penetrate me with his little penis again. I just laughed at him and told him that one, there was no way I could even feel his little nub if he got it in me and two, if he achieved an erection I would be forced to have his penis removed. Initially I considered a divorce. But, as I thought about it, I discounted the idea. To begin I knew that the chances of my finding another man willing to allow himself to be dominated such as John were remote, much less one that would allow himself to be castrated. To I cannot deny that I love John deeply and always have. I just do not want a man that acts like the typical man. I know also that my frustration was partially due to my turning 41 and a mini mid-life crisis. Even though I keep myself in shape and am often mistaken for being in my mid twenties some of my old insecurities were coming back to light. Something that I detest. After weeks of adjusting his testosterone medication I was at my wits end when I mentioned it to Liz. She suggested that it was not his medications that needed adjusted but rather his attitude. I knew that it had been at least a couple of years since he had been humiliated into the stark realization that he was no longer a man but rather a eunuch. I arranged for one of the young girls working in *his* office to meet me at our house that Saturday to make a day at the beach. Wendy, a tall slim 19 year old with small breast, tiny butt and spiked hair arrived at the house at the appointed time wearing a small but not micro bikini and a see through cover up. I carefully watched John as I finished getting ready and he was, just as I had expected from him of late, ogling her. I came out of the kitchen after packing a cooler wearing my tiniest bikini. Wendy looked a little embarrassed when she looked at me. I knew it left nothing to the imagination and that the front was lodged into the folds of my vagina revealing my lips as they protruded from either side. John could not hide his anger and practically shouted at me to go put some clothes on. I was expecting this and shouted back, "What the Hell are you talking about." Taking the bait even better then I had hoped he yelled back, "A man doesn't like every other man in the world to see his wife practically naked." This was the opening that I needed. "A man. A man", I yelled. "Since when have you been a man? Did you grow another set of balls over night that I have not seen?" Johns face turned slightly red and he looked to the floor and just mumbled, "No." Not willing to let the opportunity escape me I said, "Well, let's see what this *man* has. Drop your pants and let's see what a big man you are." By now John, who was dressed in a pair of shorts and T-shirt, knew he had made a major mistake and simply looked at the floor. "Come on big man. Drop your pants. I'm sure Wendy would like to see what a big macho man you are to." Wendy tried to mumble something but I could tell she was enjoying this. John looked at me with tears in his eyes and the old whimper came back when, in a pleading voice, he said, "Meg, I've got to work with her." Faining anger that was not really there I told him if he did not drop his pants immediately that I was going to see a divorce lawyer Monday morning. (I knew this was not true but John didn't and the two things he feared in life was me having his penis removed and a divorce. The latter primarily.) He let out a whimper that he tried to suppress as he dropped his shorts to the floor but left his pink, silky panties on. Wendy let out a small laugh at the sight of the panties. "Go on big man. Drop your little girly panties and let's see what a man you are...or else.", I said. John slowly lowered his panties to reveal his little penis and lack of balls. Johns penis is now no bigger than a cigarette butt, in fact slightly shorter, and his scrotum has shriveled to the size of a small sewing thimble. As tears rolled down Johns face Wendy laughed hysterically. Practically gasping for air she said, "He doesn't have any balls!" I was now enjoying myself too much, "No, he doesn't. He left his manhood in a jar in a surgery clinic nine years ago. Some hot little nurse probably took them home after we left and is using them as a paper weight on her coffee table now." Wendy exclaimed, "I can't wait to get back to the office Monday and tell the girls that the big macho man in the office has no balls and a microscopic peter." John was now unable to control the tears that were streaming down his face from embarrassment and began begging. "No, Wendy. Please don't. Please don't tell anyone else. Please let it be our secret. I'll do anything." "No way.", was all the Wendy would say. Wendy and I went off to the beach and had a wonderful time. We talked about John and I told her the whole story about having him castrated almost nine years ago. She told me about how he was always flirting with the girls in the office. I would have been mad and jealous but knew that after today he would no longer be able to look any of the girls in the eye, much less flirt with them. Life was good. I told Liz first thing on getting back in the office and she loved what had happened. She told me that was exactly the sort of thing she was talking about and that in no time we would have John back to his wimpy self. She then suggested that we have a small party at my house with just some of the girls from the two offices with John as the only man there and the guest of honor. Knowing Liz's evil nature I jumped at the idea. It took three weeks to get everyone's schedules together to have a small get to gather at our house. I told John Friday that I had invited some of the girls from both offices over late Saturday afternoon and he needed to have the house in ship shape. I could tell from the look on his face that the prospect frightened him but he did not complain. The girls, Liz and another girl from our office, Wendy and two others from her and Johns office began arriving in the afternoon. John prepared some steaks on the grill and we had an early dinner. After dinner Liz asked if anyone would like to play cards. Everyone agreed but seemed a little disappointed. By now everyone there knew about John being a eunuch and I sensed that they were anticipating getting to see his ruined manhood. Once everyone was settled around the table Liz announced to John, "Oh John. I almost forgot. Since you will be serving us drinks and things I stopped and got you something special to wear for the occasion." John has always seemed to like Liz and has never known that the castration and the subsequent humiliation was her idea to begin with. He dutifully followed her into our bedroom. A few minutes later Liz emerged from the bedroom and said over her shoulder, "Come on John. Show the girls you new panties." The girls roared with laughter when John walked out wearing a pair of crotchless panties with the words "Hot Stuff" printed over the area where his little penis was clearly visible. His tiny shriveled ball sac was equally visible in the open crotch. Tina, one of the girls from Johns office was fighting back tears of laughter when she, "Oh God. I think I just wet myself. Wendy told us but I didn't believe her. He really is almost a girl. Hell, I've got more between my legs than he does." The rest of the evening was spent with the girls making jokes about him and asking questions, which of course I freely answered, including details of how we had rubbed "reducing creme" on it after his castration and how he licked me clean after "dates". By the end of the evening John was acting like his old whipped self again. A month later we were having our office painted. The painter would not start until later in the day around four so that everyone was leaving as he was getting started. This was designed to be as less disruptive to the staff as possible. Liz had immediately came to me and asked if I had noticed the new painter. I confessed that I had not seen him. She just smiled and told me I needed to check him out. That afternoon I made it a point to linger and pop into the office he was starting on for the night under the pretext of looking for some papers. I was immediately in lust. The man was young, little more than a boy, black and in spite of his baggy painter pants it was obvious he was huge between his legs. That night I went to sleep dreaming of ways to get him in bed as John licked me to sleep. The next day I wore the shortest skirt I could get by with at work and a button down blouse with a plan in mind. I kept watch and as soon as the painter arrived I caught him and asked if he could start on my office that afternoon. I created a story about how I was going to be very busy the next few days and it would be easier for me if he got it done that night instead of later. He agreed and I saw what I hoped was desire as he looked me up and down. I shuffled papers on my desk absently waiting for everyone to get out of the office. As I did I became wetter and wetter as I watched his huge penis swinging inside his pants. Once the office was cleared out I slipped my skirt up far enough to reveal my crotch since I was wearing no panties as usual and discretely unbuttoned several of the top buttons of my blouse revealing my braless breast. As I started engaging Tice, as I learned his name, in conversation it was obvious that he noticed my charms and wanted them. Without further ado I slipped out of my chair, sat on the edge of my desk, pulled my shirt up over my waste and asked if he would like to take a break. (I know, I'm a slut. he he he) Tice came off the ladder he was on in a shoot and ripped off his pants to reveal the largest dick I have ever seen. He was already fully erect and was 15 inches long (I actually measured him a few weeks later.) and as big around as a soft drink can. As he started in me I realized that I could take all of him and had to clinch my knees around his hips to stop him before he could get completely in. I told him my name was Meg as he slowly worked himself in and out of me. We talked as he stroked me and I learned that he was nineteen and working his way through college. It was strange. Here we were, two strangers making love for the first time and we were making small talk and getting to know each other. I was in heaven. I could feel him tensing when he asked if I wanted him to pull out before he came. I told him I wanted him to fill me up and he did. But to my surprise after he stopped shuddering he began stroking again. (I would later learn that he was always good for at least two orgasms before pulling out.) After he came a second time he slowly slid out of me and I could feel his semen streaming down my legs and hear it plopping on the carpeted floor at my feet. I felt like a school girl again and asked him when we were going to get together again. He told me that he lived with his grandmother and that he could not bring a woman to his house, especially a white woman. (I thought in the back of my mind that he probably couldn't bring a woman my age to his house either of any race but did not say it.) I began gushing about how I was married but my husband had no testicles and that we could meet at my house any time he wanted me. I was feeling like a real tramp but knew I had to have him more. I had also never taken a man home before.) As I walked out of the building that night I could feel the semen dripping out of me and on to the floor and wondered what the janitor would think when he cleaned up that night. I was sore and knew I was stretched to new proportions. When I got home John confirmed that when, as he started to go down on me, asked who I had been screwing. He said I was extremely red and gaped open with half my insides hanging out. I was thrilled. For the next week Tice came into my office every afternoon after everyone had left and filled me with at least two and sometimes three loads. But the job was finished and we had no place to meet. I informed John that last night as he was eating me that the man I had been seeing had been painting our office and I was going to have him come paint our house. I could tell from the look in Johns eyes that he knew that also meant I would be having sex with him in our house. He seemed a little wounded but did not complain. The following Tuesday Tice came to the house at six. I had raced home, showered and changed into a short see through nighty top with no bottoms and was pacing the floor when he arrived. John was off and it was obvious he was a little miffed but nonetheless seemed somehow intrigued. As I showed Tice the house he could not keep his eyes off my crotch and I could not wait to get him into our bed. After I could no longer take it I asked John if he would mind if I showed John the bedroom. He said no and I immediately grabbed Tice by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. He took no time in stripping and climbing on me. By now I was able to take all of him and he came in me twice before rolling over to catch his breath. I called to John to bring us a couple of wine coolers. When Tice tried to pull the sheet over himself I caught his hand and told him it would do John good to see what a real man looked like. John could not help but to look at the huge piece of meat between Tice's legs as he came into the room. He handed us each a wine cooler and started to leave when I stopped him. Still lying with my legs spread and Tice's cum running on to the sheets I started making small talk with John about the color we should paint the bedroom. John seemed less up set than I expected but was unable to concentrate. After a few minutes I asked him to be a dear and lick me explaining how he knew how sore I always was after Tice had taken me. John dropped his face between my legs and started licking with more enthusiasm than usual as Tice started getting dressed. As John licked away we agreed that he would come back and start the job on Saturday. From Johns reaction I was thinking it might be a turn on to have him watch while Tice made love to me. He couldn't do it so he may as well watch while someone else who could enjoyed my body. Saturday was uneventful with Tice taking several breaks through the day to take me to the bedroom. But Sunday I was feeling naughty and decided to test Johns submissive side. I was dressed in a short T-shirt when Tice started painting. After a while I could tell his mind was not on his work when he sat down on the sofa to take a break. John was sitting across the room when without a word I walked over to Tice and pulled his penis out of his pants. He was already hard and I turned, pulled my shirt over my head and sat down on him taking him all the way in. Johns eyes were fixed on my crotch as I started to ride him up and down. After a few minutes I asked John to come over and sit on the floor at my feet to get a closer look at a real man in action. John dropped to my feet and was fixated on Tice's huge organ going in and out of me. I told John to take off his pants and let me look at him while my well hung lover screwed me. Without taking his eyes off my crotch John tossed his pants and panties across the room. I then slid off of Tice and told to John to see what a real man tasted like. Instantly I could tell John was horrified with the thought and was going to resist. At the same time Tice began saying he was not homosexual and did no want a man sucking his dick. I told Tice that John was not a real man and asked John which he wanted, a divorce or his peter removed. Reluctantly he slowly lowered his mouth over the end of Tice's member. After a few minutes Tice quit struggling and started forcing his hips up shoving himself deeper into Johns mouth. John, with tears rolling down his face, was staring at my crotch where I was sitting on Tice's lap with the base of his penis wedged into the folds my slit as Tice began shooting his first load into Johns mouth. John gagged but caught every drop. Once Tice was done ejaculating I raised my hips up and slid him back into me. John sat between my legs with a dazed look on his face after giving his first blow job as John plunged into me again. As he was about to ejaculate again I pulled him out and told John to take the second load. Without a word John slipped his mouth back over him and swallowed the second stream. THIS was the most erotic sexual experience of my life. Here is my submissive, castrated husband sucking off my lover in front of my eyes while staring at my vagina that he knows he will never again have the pleasure of being inside. Later that night after Tice had left John begged me to never make him give another man a blow job. He agreed to anything I would ever want, including snipping off his penis if I would never force him to do it again. I simply told him that I would not make him again *if* he would obey me and never try to act like some big stud again. A few days later when Liz was at the house she said to John rather matter of factly, "So John. Meg tells me you swallow." and laughed. Johns face went red and he mumbled yes. I have not told anyone else about John blowing Tice and do not plan to for now. Tice and I still see each other regularly as well as a few other lovers I keep and John is as meek as before. Life is good and I am a happy woman. Meg
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