Bon Voyage

by Allen Baker

I saw surprised to come home one Friday and find the living room festooned with streamers and balloons. A large paper banner proclaimed "Bon Voyage" across the fireplace end of the room. "Marlene, what's this all about?"

"Surprise, Darling!"

My lovely wife sailed into the room from the kitchen wearing one of those pinafore-type aprons and high heels. Nothing else. I love it when the weekends start out this way!

"You just have time for a shower while I finish getting dinner on the table." She pressed herself into me and greeted me with a lingering French kiss. I wrapped my arms about her and thrilled to the touch of her naked back and buttocks. Finally, she broke away. "Off you go, Johnny, or dinner will be spoiled." Then in answer to my inquiring upturned eyebrow, her only answer was, "Be patient, you'll see."

We had just finished eating and were still sitting nude at the table when the doorbell rang. I could tell by Marlene's reaction that she wasn't surprised. "That should be Carol. She's right on time. No need for formality." She motioned for me to not bother with the robe that was draped on the back of my chair.

Through five years of marriage, I had learned long ago not to question Marlene. She was always in control and had things well planned. And her plans were always exciting and just what I would have hoped for. So I sat back and waited for events to unfurl. I just thought back over all the exciting things we had done together and knew I was in for a fantastic evening. How lucky I had been to meet Marlene. The times before had been very trying.

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Puberty had been horrific for me. Playboy magazines turned me to jelly. That tight knot of kinky pubic hair tantalized me from every page. But I wasn't like other boys, I only could cum if I had something up my ass. Even then I didn't get erections. But stroke my prostrate and I'd cum every time. And every time I'd be licking those Playboy twats while I poked my ass. I was a confused boy. Like most adolescent males, I'd played around with a few boys. But most of them wanted to have me suck dick, and I didn't really like that. A few enjoyed fucking my ass which did it for me, but I still had to envision licking a girl's cunt at the same time to get off. And all of the guys made fun of my perpetually limp dick. No, I soon learned that guys were not for me.

But when I started dating girls, I had a similar problem. While they loved having their clits licked and sucked, they thought there was something wrong that they couldn't inspire an erection. Eventually, they'd always accuse me of either not loving them or being gay. Neither was true, but I couldn't convince them of it.

But finally I met Marlene through a sex chat room. She loved being orally served, but hated intercourse. At last an ideal match. The rest was history.

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I heard the girls whispering in the living room, and figured I'd clear away in the kitchen while they plotted. I was excited and anticipated what they evening had in store. I had just finished at the sink when Marlene called, "Johnny, come in here and meet Carol."

Well, she was stunning! Beautiful and blond. I looked from one nude lady to the other. What a gorgeous pair of bookends they made. And both twats were covered in luscious, golden strands of hair that just called out for my tongue.

"Johnny, I have a surprise for you. Carol here is a cutter." I'd never heard the term before, but immediately knew what she meant. "That's right. Tonight we're going to say bon voyage to your manhood."

I nearly pissed myself from delight and shit myself from fear. I dropped to my knees and kissed my precious Marlene's tangled triangle. "Oh, Sweetheart, thank you. Thank you."

This was something we'd discussed often and was one of my favorite fantasies. But I hadn't really ever expected it to actually come to pass.

"Well," said Carol, "don't I get any thanks for my part in this?"

I swivelled my head and planted a kiss on her lovely mound. It had been a long time since I'd tasted another woman, and I marveled at the variation of the taste. There's nothing like a juicy woman on my tongue.

"That's it, Johnny. Make Carol welcome. We want to get you aroused to the point where you beg us to relieve you of your burden. We're going to sit on your face and stick that vibrating dildo up your ass for the next hour, and then Carol's going to cut off your manhood for you. Is that what you want?"

"Oh, yes, please." That's all I managed between passed between the two women's legs.

They had me lie down on the fuzzy rug in front of the fireplace and took turns sitting on my face. The other would buckle on the harness with the attached dildo and pump into my rump. I was in heaven. But every time I was on the verge of climaxing, they'd pull out and deny me. By the end of an hour I was a whimpering mass of gelatin. I felt like all my bones had dissolved and was totally at their mercy. Finally I was begging to cum. Pleading for a climax.

Marlene reminded me, "What is it you need to beg for before we'll let you cum?"

The memory made me shudder with fear and anticipation. "Please, Marlene. Have Carol castrate me. Please have her rid me of my cock. They're useless to me. Take them off and let me be free of them forever. But please, oh please let me cum!" I had reached that point beyond thinking, beyond caring. My hormones were thinking for me.

Marlene nodded to Carol. I watched in fascination as she prepared a syringe. Marlene straddled my arms with her knees and settled he cunt over my mouth, cutting off my view, but not my feeling. "Keep your tongue busy, Johnny. It'll help take your mind off the needle."

I kept my mouth busy and thoroughly enjoyed my task. But I still felt the needle as Carol sunk it deep into the body of my cock. "That will deaden the pain, but will also stimulate the blood flow. Watch."

Marlene briefly pulled back to allow me to see. I was awed to observe my first and last erection. God, I was huge! Ten inches long. Both women marveled. Then Marlene scooted back down on my mouth. "Back to work with that tongue."

I certainly felt the needle bite into my pubic area on both sides and again into both of my balls. I nearly bit my tongue off when she did that. But soon everything down there became numb. Except my ass. Carol plunged the dildo back up my rectum and turned on the vibrator. I did my best to translate the feeling trough my tongue and into Marlene's cunt. It was beginning to get very juicy and tasty.

I could hear the sounds of Carol's work and feel the tugging of her activity. But I didn't feel any pain. I just floated on the waves of desire in my ass. Sooner than I expected, Carol declared, "Finished."

That word was something I had never before found erotic. But right then it was. Immediately I started to twitch and buck my hips in response to the vibrator. Marlene must have shared my emotional state, because she started moaning and flooded my mouth with her gushing river of pleasure. I slurped and spasmed the greatest climax ever.

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That was two years ago. The urethral redirect healed long ago. My crotch is hairless and smooth. I've never been happier. And Marlene had another surprise for me. My balls sit in a jar of preserving fluid on a special shelf in our bedroom. Beside it is my permanently preserved cock. Marlene had it tanned like leather, and now it is mounted onto that vibrating dildo that we both so love. The best nights ever are lying together on the furry rug in front of the fireplace with my tongue up her twat and her shoving my personal dildo up my ass. We couldn't have asked for a better life since by Bon Voyage party.