I never mentioned our “secret” to anyone until about a month ago when I was speaking with Robin, a not-so-close friend in the neighborhood and a woman about my age. So when she mentioned in a casual conversation with me – I don’t know how the subject came up - that her husband John hadn’t been able to have sex for a number of years, I blurted out Jan’s and my secret to her.

“Well, it you two ever decide to make it permanent, I can help”, replied Robin.

I was surprised by her unexpected offer, not because she probably couldn’t do it; she probably could – after all she never had children and her life consisted of caring for a large number of pets, including horses, and she had the skills of a vetenarian, if not the diploma. It was because Jan and I had never discussed removing his testicles and I didn’t know how to respond to her.

“I do my own castrations, you know”, advised Robin. “I have all the necessary equipment in the barn, including an instrument steam sterilizer”, she added.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that”, I answered.

“It really wouldn’t be a problem for me”, said Robin, “actually I think that I would rather enjoy doing it”, she said, with a glimmer in her eye. “Let me know.”

I left it at that and that evening I told Jan of my strange conversation with Robin.

“I think that things are fine with me just taking the medication”, said Jan. “I’m really not ready to make this irreversible”.

But what Robin said to me got me thinking. I would never go back to the time when Jan was again bugging me for sex all the time. I wouldn’t allow it. I liked being in control of our sex lives. Continuing with the medications for more than a year has its own health risks. And anyway, it would be almost impossible to find a willing physician to perform an orchiectomy for our reason. Here was an opportunity to take care of the problem once and for all. And no more meds to worry about taking anymore.

“I don’t know, Jan. I think we should start to consider having those things removed. They’re not doing you any good any more and this is our chance to go ahead with the procedure without having to find someone else experienced enough to do it. Robin says she can do it and we should at least speak with her about it”, I said to Jan.

Jan wasn’t enthused at all about this idea but he didn’t say no either, so the next time that I saw Robin, I told her that we were interested in taking her up on her offer.

“Jan’s not excited about this idea but I think that if you speak with him we can convince him that this is the best solution”, I said to Robin.

“Come on over this Saturday afternoon about 1 and we can discuss it. I’ll be in the barn, where I can show you my set up. I’m sure that we can put Jan’s mind at ease”, she answered.

And so that Saturday Jan and I arrived at Robin’s barn. Not only was she there to meet us but she had a corner set up as an operating area to show us what she had planned.

“I take any surgical procedure that I perform on my pets very seriously. I never hurt any of them because they are my babies. I keep everything sterile. I’ve performed dozens of castrations on my males without any complications and I can do the same for you, Jan. It would really be no different”, she told my husband. “I really can do the job”, she added.

Robin showed us her surgical instruments, her table and everything else that she would need and use. “It would be just like you were in the doctor’s office having this done. I would numb the area first, cut two small slits in the scrotum and pull out each testicle, one at a time”, she explained. “I would then clamp the cord, cut it and properly suture the remaining cord so that there is no blood leakage. Finally, I would stitch the two incisions closed and the job would be done”, she told Jan and me. “It’s as simple as that. You probably would be sore for a few days afterwards, with some swelling, but nothing to be concerned about. You’d be as good as new before you knew it”, Robin said to Jan. “Of course, you would have to assist me”, Robin told me. “I would let you cut the cords”, she confided to me.

I could see from Jan’s demeanor that he was now more agreeable. “If you really want to go ahead with this”, he told me, I’m willing to let you do it”.

The days leading up to Jan’s surgery were ones of concern yet growing anticipation for me. I kept up the soothing words to hubby that everything would be just fine and not to worry. Since he was already, in effect, castrated for a year through the medication that he was taking, the pending surgery probably was of less of a concern to him than it would have been otherwise.

The night before the operation I shaved Jan’s privates for him in preparation. I’m not one who ever took much interest in what my man looked like down there and now while shaving him I could clearly see the effect that the medication had had on his testicles. They were both very small, one about the size of a grape and the other a little bit larger.

“Tonight we are going to make love so be ready when I come to bed”, I told Jan. I wanted to make sure that I had it one more time in case removing Jan’s testicles affected his ability to get erections in the future.

I mounted Jan as I always do and he quickly got hard as he does every time that I’m on top of him. I kept on going until it became so sore that I couldn’t go on any longer. I climbed off and Jan finished on top, in his normal quick fashion, with the little spurt of cum that he has had ever since being chemically castrated.

When we arrived the next morning, Robin met us at the door. “I’m glad that you decided to go through with this”, she said in a high-spirited voice. “I really am so excited about doing it.” Robin and I got dressed in surgical scrubs and washed our hands thoroughly.

In the meantime Robin had Jan get undressed. She strapped him to the table so he couldn’t move during the operation. She covered him with an operating paper blanket, leaving an opening to expose his privates. She swabbed his scrotum with antiseptic, taped his limp penis to his abdomen and gave him two shots, one in each testicle to numb the area.

While waiting for the medicine to take effect, Robin again thanked me for letting her perform this operation. “I’ve always imagined what it would be like to castrate a man but I never expected that I would actually have the chance to do it. This is really a very special treat for me”, she told me ecstatically.

When Jan was numb, Robin made the first incision in his scrotum and squeezed out his first testicle. Like I had noted before, it was tiny and Robin even commented on its size. She pulled it out as far as it would go and clamped the cord as high up she could reach, with two clamps.

“Now it’s your turn”, she told me, handing me the scissors, while holding the testicle away from Jan’s body. “Snip between the clamps”, and I did. Robin dropped the severed testicle into a waiting bowl.

The second one went the same way except when it came to cutting off Jan’s final testicle; it suddenly came to me that this is it. Off it came, with both feelings of relief and sexual excitement.

Robin finished up by herself with the suturing and closing Jan’s scrotum, while I held Jan’s hand. “Thank you for agreeing to do this for me”, I told him.

After watching for any bleeding for awhile, Robin said that Jan could go home to bed. She handed me a jar containing Jan’s two testicles, in formaldehyde. “You may want these,” she said to me.

After a few weeks it was time to try Jan out to see if he was ready for sex again. I put the jar on the headboard and focused on it as I pumped Jan and made myself raw. I can’t believe that I an actually making love to my man and he has no balls, I told myself. I couldn’t recall the last time that sex felt so good and erotic for me.

And that’s what our sex has been like ever since Jan’s surgery. Whenever I am in the mood I take the jar from the nightstand and put it on the headboard and hubby knows to be ready for another special night. I guess that eventually the sexual arousal of making love with my now truly ball-less husband will lessen and it will again be sex as usual, but for me, this hasn’t happened yet.