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For the better part of two years now my wife Kay and I have been having threesome dates with a doctor friend of hers Ill call Ted. A typical date will go something like this. Well go out to dinner on Saturday and then to a movie. Ted is always careful to sit on Kays left in the theater. Once the lights go down he slides a hand onto Kays bare thigh while I sit by passively with an uncontrollable erection in my pants. Sometimes, if the movie is dull and the theater uncrowded, theyll even kiss and caress each other like a couple of horny teenagers. When we get back to the house Ill open a bottle of wine or pop the cork on some champagne. After a couple of glasses Kay will kiss Ted on the mouth and announce that shes going upstairs to change into something more comfortable. This is the signal for Ted and me to polish off the bottle (or open a second one) and give Kay a few minutes to douche herself and put on one of the many satin-and-lace teddies Ive bought for her over the past two years. In the early days Ted and I would take turns with her. But Ted, as I quickly learned, is far better endowed than I am; hes also a much better lover. So over time Ive been relegated to the role of spectator in my own bedroom. I stand off to the side, passively, while Ted makes masterful love to my wife of ten years for the better part of an hour. Ted usually helps his cause by washing down a Viagra with his first sip of champagne, something Im prohibited from doing for health reasons. One night Kay got off her knees after pleasuring Ted with her mouth for what seemed like twenty minutes. She pulled down her pantiespink satinglanced at me, smiled mischievously and then kicked them off in my direction. Put them on, panty man, she said. Then to Ted, who was climbing between her raised legs, Did you know he dresses up in my panties when Im not home? I could feel myself turning bright red, especially as Ted glanced back over a shoulder and shook his head. I knew what he was thinking: What kind of pathetic pantywaist stands by with his dick in his hand while another man screws his wife? I shouldve felt humiliated but I didnt. In fact, I reached down, picked up Kays panties and pulled them on over my erection. As always, they felt yummy. Usually after Ted finally cums the two lovers lie in each others arms for several minutes regaining their breath and sharing in each others post-coital bliss. For me, theres no sloppy seconds anymore. Im usually dispatched to the kitchen for something to drink. Is there any more champagne left, honey? Go get us two glasses will you? Would you mind getting me a glass of water, with lemon? Im parched. Make it two glasses. Fill the jacuzzi for us will you? I feel like a soak. But first go get us a couple glasses of wine. Oh, and change the sheets while were in the jacuzzi, OK? So off I go in my panties (make that Kays panties), doing their bidding, running their errands, feeling like a servant, or worse yet, a housemaid, in my own home. The strange thing is, as my unflagging erection shows, I love it! One night I was carrying a tray with some fruit and cheese and two glasses of wine when I overheard them on the bed whispering about me. I paused outside the bedroom to listen. Ted said: Hes not your husband any more hes your eunuch. Kay giggled. No, Im serious! Look at the way he acts. Look how he runs around at your beck and call whenever you snap your fingers. Do you ever have sex with him anymore? Of course not! Well? What good is he then? Why keep him around? I have you for sex. I dont need him for sex anymore. Besides, he never satisfied me in bed in eight years of marriage. No joke. He does have his good points, though. Hes sweet, kind, thoughtful. He does whatever I tell him to do, he does all the housework and he buys me nice things. I feel like I have the best of both words: an alpha male for a sex partner and a beta male for a husband. You call him a beta male," Ted said sarcastically, "I call him a eunuch. Shhh! Not so loud. Besides, he cant be a eunuch. Eunuchs dont have any balls. You call those balls? No, seriously. That can be remedied easily enough. What can? Your husbands manhood, such as it is. You mean ? The tray was getting heavy but I didnt dare move. Kay had found out about my secret panty-wearing. But did she also know about my ball-stretching and my castration fantasies? Its a relatively simple procedure, the doctor said smugly. Youre serious about this! Im merely thinking out loud If he was castrated, Kay asked with sudden eagerness, would that mean hed stop bugging me for sex all the time? Probably. He drives me nuts. He wants it all the time and I never want it from him anymore. I tell him to go masturbate and he begs me for a handjob. Or he wants to cum all over my breasts. Or he wants to lick me or put his tongue in me. Hes always begging me for it. It never ends with him. You think hed be receptive to the idea? Of castration? I could ask him. I guess. Ill have to think about it. How to approach him about it, you know?" "Make him a deal. Tell him you'll give him a handjob but first there's something you want to ask him." "That's a good idea. Could you do it? The procedure? Sure. Have you ever done one before? No, but people do get castrated from time to time, for various reasons. Its not that complicated. Hed have to sign a waiver Jesus, Kay said. Cutting a mans balls off. Are there side effects? The doctor blew air. A few, I guess. He might develop breasts, put on some weight. Id have to put him on at least a small dose of testosterone to try to keep his hormonal balance regulated. He might need depression counseling, at least at first. Would he stop getting hard-ons? Thats the main thing Im concerned about. Maybe. Wed have to Shhh! I think hes coming upstairs! As I finally entered the bedroom, tray in hand, Kay said not inaccurately, We were just talking about you. I pretended ignorance. Oh? Yeah, we have big plans for you. I'm afraid to ask." I stood there with trembling knees. "What kind of plans? Its a secret. For now. Would you also bring me up a glass of water? |