After my second wife died, leaving me a fairly wealthy widower, at the ripe age of 69 I decided to look for a younger wife this time. I did not like being lonely, and I did not like the idea of outliving my wives, so I began looking for a younger, yet understanding, young lady who would be happy with an older “codger” like me. I still had my hair, although it was turning gray, and I had most of my original teeth and no dentures. I’d stayed in shape by walking a lot, eating right, and going to the gym three times a week. Besides, I just liked the looks of younger ladies more than women my own age.

Plus, I imagined that if I found the right young lady, one who had a father fixation, that she would putty in my hands and a nice sweet young thing to teach my sexual preferences to. At 69, my prostate was beginning to give me problems, and it took a little longer for me to “get it up” and I felt that the right young thing looking for a father substitute would be just the patient, understanding partner I needed. Right.

I met and dated several young women whom I met various ways – the internet, classified ads, etc., -- but none of them worked out, it was obvious they were just gold diggers or that they really weren’t interested in an older man like me.

But then I met Suzanne!! She was a waitress at my country club, and was one of the cutest little things I’d ever seen. She was always polite, deferential, well-spoken, intelligent, and made me feel special and I began asking for her table anytime I dined at the country club. She never openly flirted with me, but she made it clear that I was not just a nameless customer to her.

So despite our club’s policy on not fraternizing with the “hired help” I discreetly asked her out on a date. The first time I asked she just smiled at me with sincerity, took my hand, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry but I’m busy that night, but please DO ask me again.” So I asked again and this time she said YES.

Our first date was wonderful, and our relationship proceeded very quickly to tender nights in bed. She was a patient and thoughtful young woman, and seemed to enjoy our intimate time together. After a visit to my doctor, I found that the “blue pill” and the “orange pill” could give me rigid hard-ons for an evening and well into the next morning, but I had to make sure to time it right to catch Suzanne’s erotic moods. She would cook breakfast the next morning, and I would often cook dinners for us, unless I took her to some swank restaurant FAR out of town from where we lived. I seemed to win her over with my suave manner and worldliness, and she enjoyed the nice places I took her. I even took her for a weekend in Bermuda, which REALLY turned her head. We managed to keep our relationship secret from the country club, so it was a minor scandal when I announced our engagement to my friends and golf partners.

Every one of them (and the country club management too) tried in various ways to talk me out of it, but I was determined to find happiness through this young woman, even though she was one-quarter my age she was ideal for me, so I did not relent. She lost her waitress job, but it didn’t matter. We were married the following month in a civil ceremony and I assured her she would live a very comfortable life with me. I didn’t even think about a prenuptial agreement, she did not seem like the gold digger type. I maintained my membership in the country club and , I suppose because of my long-standing membership and relative wealth and that my golf partners still liked my company (and maybe even envied me for my cute new young wife), and I even paid for Suzanne to become a member of the place she formerly worked as a waitress. Many of the ladies seemed to shun her, but it didn’t seem to matter to Suzanne.

Our first year together was great, with the two of us being the talk of our community, showing up at local places and events and the country club together, and Suzanne telling anyone who would listen how we were trying to have a baby. I thought the latter was amusing…I really didn’t want a baby at my age, and besides, I was proving to be more and more impotent in bed…difficult to get and keep an erection. Viagra and Levritra helped, but it also made me woozy and sick and gave me a headache and made my face feel flushed and interfered with my sleep, so after a few time using it, I discontinued it.

Suzanne told me she could be satisfied if I gave her oral sex and used a dildo on her, which I did frequently to keep her young body satisfied. I came to enjoy these sessions, me going down on her nubile snatch, wetting her completely with my tongue, and then plying her deep pussy with a long and thick dildo that we both picked out from an adult book store. It was dark brown in color, so we named it “George” as a joke…come to think of it, I think SHE named it George…as a joke, of course. She would thrust her pelvis and take the dildo deeply as I pushed it into her, saying, “Fuck me, George, oh fuck me!!” …and I found that oddly erotic, saying the name of some other man, even if he was imaginary.

At least one evening a week (and sometimes two) in that first year was spent with me, Suzanne, and “George.” Sometimes I was able to service her to completion, but just as often we had to use my tongue and George. But she seemed satisfied and never mentioned my age or inability to perform as a problem between us….she just held me and said, “It’s OK, I’m fine….really, darling.”

She also liked to dress in leather “slave” costumes, have me tie her in provocative positions – legs spread, mouth pinioned open with metal spreader, ass in the air, etc. – and have me take photos of her in submissive behaviors like sucking my near-limp cock, or me holding a whip, although I would never DREAM of scarring that beautiful skin of hers. She just said she liked the submissive role and wanted photos for her enjoyment.

It was one year and one week to the day that Suzanne sprung her surprise on me. I had just returned from my weekly golf outing with the boys at the country club, and their crude jokes about me and my young bride. Upon entering our bedroom I found Suzanne sitting up in bed, naked, alongside a naked man. Both had oddly smug looks on their faces, and I could tell from the messed up sheets and the smell in the air that they had been having sex.

Suzanne said, “Darling, I would like to introduce you to George…the REAL George.” The fact that they weren’t trying to hide their nakedness nor her infidelity was so shocking that all I could do was gape at them.

Suzanne said, “Sit down, darling, we have a lot to talk about. (I sat on a settee near the bed.) “First, it has been a little over a year since we were married, long enough in this state that our marriage is now considered legally consummated. And all the talk at the country club about us trying to have a baby will have everyone convinced that is the case, so you do not have any grounds for divorce on that issue.

“Second, Georgie here has been satisfying my sexual needs – and they are considerable, darling – for the entire time we’ve been married, even before that….we’re old friends.” And with that she turned and kissed George. I noticed George still had a raging hard-on under the sheets, which Suzanne stroked with her right hand.

“Third, I have many, many photographs of us in….let us say ‘tawdry’ scenes of vile bondage, which any court in the land would deem as cruelty and perverted behavior upon an innocent young woman as myself, heh heh heh.

“And fourth, I am quite tired – repulsed, actually – by your repeated attempts to mate with me, your fumbling, your limp little cock, your inability to keep it hard for any length of time, your leathery hands and age spots….dear, I’m just over your physical presence. The ONLY thing you provide that I enjoy is your oral attentions…you’ve become quite good at it, I will give you that.”

I attempted to answer her with, “But Suzanne, I…”

But she interrupted me, “Shhh, darling, QUIET!, you sit there quietly and listen for once. I am setting the rules now, now that all the pieces are in place and the timing is right. Here is what is going to happen. For you to avoid a nasty public divorce with charges of cruelty and abusing your wife with your vile BDSM tastes, which the papers and your friends will just salivate over, and to avoid losing a great deal of your personal wealth in this COMMUNITY PROPERTY state, you will now follow the new house rules.

“Here are the New House Rules: George will move in here permanently, and to outward appearances he will be our butler or house servant or chauffeur…whatever, but only the three of us will know that he is actually my lover. You will start immediately putting $10,000 each month in my checking account to cover all my expenses…I know you can afford it darling, so don’t quibble with me, just do it. I may demand more on occasion, but for now $10,000 a month will do me nicely. I will be calling most of the shots around here, from what we have for dinner to where we go on vacation, the THREE of us. I’m thinking Mexico in a couple of months, adjoining rooms, me and George in one room and you in the next so we can call you over for your oral services.

“And finally, dear, at some point in the very near future, while we’re down to Mexico, the three of us, I’m going to take you to visit a clinic…I’m not a cruel Mistress, so I’m going to see to it that your pathetic sex drive is diminished to almost nothing…we’re going to have you castrated, dear, so you won’t miss fucking me as much.”

My eyes must have held terror at this point, because she came over and held my head in her hands….”There, there, sweetie, it’s for the best, really. You’ll still get to please me with your tongue…and George too, you’ll get used to having his cock in your mouth, OH YES YOU WILL (she said nodding), YES YOU WILL! Why don’t you start right now, dear, his cum is inside me right now, so get your head down between my legs and start eating me…make me cum the way you like to darling.” She guided my mouth toward her opening pussy…I could see her pubic hairs wet and matted with cum and her juices and my face drew nearer and nearer to the pungent smell of sex between her thighs.

I resisted and started pulling back, but her grip on my head was quite strong and insistent. And then she said, “Eat me right now, you useless prick, or I start moving today and begin divorce proceedings! Eat me!!” Knowing the shame that I would face if all the photos and her accusations became public, and also knowing that she would get half my rather sizable estate, I decided to salvage some of my remaining dignity and let her pull my face into her wet, gaping slit….

OH! …it tasted of raw bareback sex, her juices and George’s cum mixed in a cocktail that I had never tasted before…and as I got accustomed to the taste and smell, an odd thing began to happen…my limp little cock started stirring…not a hard-on like George had, of course, but enough that Suzanne noticed.

”Oh look, my boy has a little dicklet that’s beginning to show interest!” and she and George laughed. “You sort of like this, don’t you dear?” I shook my head “no” between her thighs, but she said, “Oh yes you do, you don’t fool me…you LIKE this. Well, get used to it, you’re going to be tasting a lot of this in the future. Consider it a source of protein.”

Suzanne finally orgasmed on my face and filled my mouth with more cum that she forced out by muscle contractions, and it was dribbling down my chin.

”Don’t get that on the carpet, love, I just had them cleaned.” So I caught what was drooling out of my mouth in my hands and she handed me a towel to wipe them on.

I said, “Suzanne, please don’t castrate me, I will do as you say, just don’t do that to me.” I looked to George in appeal…he just smirked and laid back on the pillow that used to be mine.

Suzanne said, “Sorry, baby, but I’ve already decided….you’re going to be nutted and put out of my misery when we go to Mexico, just get used to the idea. And another idea you need to get used to…get over here and lick George’s cock clean.” She pulled down the sheet covering George to reveal his still-thick and engorged manhood…and “manhood” was the correct term in his case. It was 9 inches long at least and 6 or 7 inches around, and this was only at partial erection. I gasped to think what it must look like fully erect and plowing my wife’s pussy. No wonder Suzanne’s pussy was gaping so wide…he’d ruined it for me or any other man with that huge cock of his.

I hesitatingly crawled toward George’s crotch with Suzanne gently guiding me by the nape of my neck…she pushed downward, forcing my mouth onto his cock, and saying, “Go on, sweetie, go on, clean it for me.”

I could see more juices and cum on his half-rigid cock and I almost wasn’t able to put my tongue to it, except for the gentle persuasion of my young wife. “Go on sweetie, lick it clean.” So I did….I licked George’s entire cock clean, tasting for the first time in my life another man’s cock on my tongue…it smelled of sweat, must, cum, and my wife’s pussy.

Then Suzanne and George smiled at each other…she said, “Oh, you’ve aroused him again, darling…why don’t you take it into your mouth now,” moving his cock into my mouth. I sucked him, slowly and hesitatingly at first, then as he started pumping my mouth I became more animated, sucking him in earnest with lots of encouragement from Suzanne, saying, “Oh yes, suck him, baby, suck that cock for me!”

George came in my mouth and I almost gagged on the stream of cum that shot to the back of my mouth, but Suzanne quickly placed a towel under my chin and told me, “Spit it into this towel, sweetie….you’re not ready to start swallowing….YET!” I wanted desperately to please this young woman, even though in the past 15 minutes she had begun emasculating me symbolically and planned to really emasculate me literally in the near future.

Suzanne then led me to the bathroom where she allowed me to clean out my mouth and was my face…she then led me to our guest bedroom down the hall and where I saw a chain was now attached to the foot of the bed, bolted into the floor and with a manacle at the end of the 4-foot length of chain. She told me to get in the bed, and then snapped the single steel manacle around my ankle and locked it with a very sturdy-looking padlock. She took the key and put it around her neck and told me to get some rest. She pointed to an antique chamber pot that we’d bought in an antique store just the previous month as a decorative item.

She told me, “Use that if nature calls…we’ll check in on you again in the morning. I’m going back to be with Georgie….you be quiet and try to get some sleep, dear, I think we’re both going to need your services in the next day or so. Good night, sweetie.”

I slept fitfully that night, worrying about my new station in life, and about the future Suzanne had planned for me and my future emasculation. But I also thought about what a fool I’d been, so trusting and blind. I hadn’t seen this coming and I was mad at myself. I also slept fitfully because even though the master bedroom was at the other end of the hall, I could hear Suzanne (MY WIFE for god’s sake!!) fucking George through the night. I expected that she would have me perform more cleaning duties for her once the morning came.

The morning finally did come, and I was awakened from a light sleep by George knocking on the door and walking in. . He was naked, and he held the key that Suzanne had put around her neck; he unlocked my ankle manacle he said, “C’mon boy, you’re wanted in the bedroom, chop chop!”

I resented his bossy manner, this young upstart, but I had no choice but to comply with Suzanne’s orders. I followed George down the hallway to my former bedroom. I could not help but notice what Suzanne had seen in him…muscular, very fit, hard all over, and even soft his cock was bigger than mine when it was hard, which had been rare lately.

Entering the bedroom, Suzanne said from the bed, “Oh good, you’re here…just in time to clean the mess George made last night.” She pulled down the sheets and swung her legs over the side of the bed and spread them wide.” Without needing to be told what to do, I got on my knees and resumed the job I’d performed the previous night, licking her pussy and sucking George’s cum from her. She ordered me to suck her clit and enjoyed a nice orgasm, the muscle contractions of which expelled more cum from deep inside her vagina…it was all squeezed out and into my probing mouth.

About the time I was finished I heard our front doorbell ring and Suzanne said to George, “Oh, she’s here and she’s early!” Suzanne ordered me to the bathroom, where I washed my face and rinsed the taste of cum from my mouth. When I was finished, Suzanne ordered me into the bathtub and I complied, wondering who had arrived (I thought maybe it was some new wrinkle to Suzanne’s and George’s sex life), and also wondering why I was being ordered into the tub.

As George put on a terrycloth robe and went to answer the door, Suzanne started making odd preparations for me. Liking antiques, I had installed an old-fashioned turn of the century porcelain tub with Queen Anne claw feet, which made the tub stand off the floor about 3 inches. Suzanne pulled silk ropes from the bathroom closet, the same ropes we had used previously in our bondage play and videotaping, that had wrist and hand cuffs at one end. She placed the cuffs around my wrists and ankles and then drew them taut and tied the ends to the various claws of the tub. I was stretched out in the tub with my legs and arms at uncomfortable angles and I was completely immobilized…my weight was on the bottom of the tub, but I did not have enough leverage to rise up or move anything but my head.

George came in just as Suzanne finished trussing me up, and he was escorting a rather attractive (in a rough sort of way) woman who was dressed work clothes, muddy boots, and carrying a large black doctor’s satchel. Suddenly a cold thought came to me, and Suzanne confirmed my fears by saying, “Lovie, this is a veterinarian I know from down South a bit, you’ll understand if I don’t give her name, but you won’t be addressing her anyway…keep your mouth shut and I promise you a painless castration…start talking or yelling, and she will do you without any regard for your comfort or safety, understood?”

I said, “But you told me it would happen in Mexico in a few months!”

Suzanne said, “I warned you to be quiet…one more sound from you and you get your balls merely chopped off without painkiller or anesthetic!” As if to emphasize Suzanne’s threat, the lady vet lifted a meat cleaver from her satchel and asked, “Is that what you really want, sonny? I can make this real fast if you keep up the chatter and disobedience.”

My eyes were wide with fright and I merely shook my head “no.”

”Good,” said the vet, “you just keep quiet and I’ll take good care of you…you’ll hardly feel a thing. I’ve done this before, sonny, to horses AND men, so you’re in good hands with me.”

While she made her preparations, Suzanne explained to me, “Yes I told you it would happen in Mexico in a few months, but that was just to get you used to the idea, hon. I had already hired Dr. “X” here and she had told me to not tell you the exact date so you wouldn’t have too much anxiety about it. It’s better this way, trust me.”

I looked at Suzanne with pleading eyes and said, “Please, Suzanne, don’t do this!”

She reached into the bag and got the cleaver and said, “One more word, dear hubby of mine, and I will PERSONALLY chop off your balls and whatever else gets in the way!” George, who was now seated on the toilet, was laughing and apparently enjoying all of this. Suzanne told him, “George, try to show some empathy for the old boy, he’s about to lose his manhood…think how you’d feel if YOU were tied down and about to lose your balls.”

George stopped laughing and got suddenly quiet. Suzanne and the lady vet both giggled at George’s sudden discomfort. Suzanne said to him, “Now you just sit there and be quiet…and watch. Keep in mind that if you ever get out of hand, I can do the same to you, stud.”

The vet said, “I have horses to get back to, so let’s do this thing.” She washed her hands in the sink and pulled on latex gloves while Suzanne, acting on instructions from the vet, washed my crotch with hot soapy water, letting the runoff go down the drain just below my balls. When I was thoroughly clean, Suzanne dried me off with a hand towel and the vet applied a brown liquid all over my crotch, cock, and balls…it stung like hell, but I was determined not to say another word, so I just grimaced at the stinging. The vet winked at me and smiled. With one hand she pulled my penis up to my bellybutton, and with several pieces of pre-cut surgical tape, she taped my penis to my belly, up and out of her way, giving her free access to my dangling testicles. I was beginning to feel raw fear now, and all the muscles in my lower abdomen were tightening.

She said, “Relax, relax, this is going to be so easy…so easy. Stop worrying, little man.”

She took a rather large looking hypodermic needle from its sanitary wrappings and drew into it a clear liquid from a bottle…an anesthetic, she said.

“This will sting a little, but in a couple of minutes your balls will feel no pain.” She lifted both of my testicles with her gloved hand, and with the other guided the needle straight into first the left ball (I nearly jumped out of my skin, but the restraints kept me still), and then the right one. JESUS! HAVING A NEEDLE STUCK INTO THE MIDDLE OF A TESTICLE HURTS LIFE FUCKING HELL!!! …and I had to endure it twice! But within seconds I could not feel where the needle had entered, and then a few moments later I noticed a loss of feeling throughout my crotch.

To make sure I was anesthetized, the vet took my testicles in one hand and came down hard on them with her latex gloved fist. I was shocked…I would normally have felt great pain but I just felt nothing. It was like her hitting someone else, although I could plainly see that it was my own balls that had just been struck in her hand.

She said, “OK, we’re ready.” She withdrew a scalpel from her bag and motioned to Suzanne and said, “I don’t want him going into shock, so don’t let him watch the procedure.”

Suzanne blocked my view of what Dr. X was doing, and put her face in front of mine. She said, “Well, darling, she’s right, you probably don’t want to see this…let’s chat. What would you like for dinner tonight, eh? I think we should get our little pet something special. We can call out for pizza or have anything you’d like brought to the house.” She went on and on like that, talking of inconsequential things, but I knew that it was only to mask the major change that was going on behind her, the removal of my manhood and the removal of my sex life as I had known it.

I just said, “Anything you want, dear, pizza is fine, or maybe salad and steak from the bistro down the road. You pick.”

She smiled and said, “Super! You are handling this quite well, darling…I hope you know it’s for the best.”

I returned the smile, weakly, and said, “If you say so, dear…I really don’t want this but if it’s what you want…but won’t you change your mind, please. I won’t be any problem at all, I promise, just let me keep my balls.”

The vet piped up about then and said, “Sorry, it’s too late…it’s all done!” She held up a small stainless steel pan and showed me two bluish-grey things in a pool of blood, and I knew that I was now a eunuch. I didn’t actually feel any different, but I knew that would change with time. But seeing my two testicles lying there, in a pan and in my own blood, I almost fainted.

“Let me sew him up and we’ll be done here in a jiffy,” the vet said.

Suzanne took the pan and looked at the last vestige of my manhood and then looked at me and said, “Thank you, sweetie, thanks for doing this for me. You’re really going to enjoy your new life, really. We’ll do all kinds of kinky sexual things, you, me, George, and other folks…maybe even Dr. X here would like to join us someday, you’ll get to play with us, eat our pussies, and just have a great kinky time.”

I was too exhausted to reply at this point, but the prospect of trying new jaded sexual things, even as a eunuch, did sound appetizing.

The vet said I should rest now, so she gave me a shot of something and cleaned my crotch, and then Suzanne and George untied my wrists and ankles and led me to my bed in the guest room.

The last thing I remember hearing before drifting off to sleep was the vet saying, “I’ll take those testicles, if you don’t mind…I’m raising a pig to be slaughtered for next Thanksgiving, and little piggie just loves testicles.” …and I also heard Suzanne and George laughing at that.

Then it got dark and I don’t recall anything until the next morning. I was too sore to get out of bed the next day. And within two weeks, all the pain had subsided and I was beginning to think less about sex, except when I was summoned to Suzanne’s bedroom to service either her or George orally, which was every couple of days or so.

And then, about two months later, I began looking at George with some degree of adoration and wishing he would put that enormous cock of his in my ass…and that was when I realized that my conversion was complete. I had gone from being a man and a husband to being a eunuch with homoerotic thoughts, and all at the hands of my young wife, whom I had trusted and loved.

I still loved her, but now because of her dominance over me and the somewhat jaded and no-taboo sex I experienced when dining at her crotch or when orally pleasuring George or any of the other lovers she had over from time to time. One day, I promised myself, I would ask Suzanne to please let George fuck me in the ass as I squeal like a little pig, but not now…no, not just yet, not now. After all…I do have SOME dignity left. For now.