Wandering Wives, Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I won't bore you by relating what happened between that time and Saturday night. Suffice it to say that our lives continued in a manner that would have seemed unchanged to our friends and neighbors. We went to work; we came home; we lived virtually as we had for several years. The part that had changed was the sexual relationship between us, and that was something others didn't know about.

Sherry gave no indication that she was looking forward to the weekend nearly as much as I was. In fact, it was about all I could think of, and I'm sure it affected my work performance. However, I got through it, and finally Saturday arrived, and then Saturday night. It was then that our changed relationship came into play, and there was no mistaking the change.

When we prepared for bed that night, she said that I was to take a bath, and after I had soaked for awhile, she was going to shave my pubic hair. I was taken aback by that, but before I could ask why she wanted to do such a thing, she said, "I'm getting tired of you looking like some hairy ape. There is certainly no reason for you to have hair down there, and I want you to keep it shaved. Maybe it'll make your little wee-wee look bigger, too, but I doubt it. I'm sure nothing could do that. Once a pencil dick, always a pencil dick. Now get in the tub and start soaking."

My acceptance of our new relationship was evident then. With no objection whatsoever, I got in the tub and washed. I then lay back to soak, and allow my pubic hair to soften in the water. Sherry came in after about half an hour, completely naked. That surprised me, because it was rare for her to be totally undressed when out of bed. More than surprising, though, it was very arousing to me to see her like that. I won't try to convince anyone that my wife is a raving beauty, and she'd agree with me on that score. However, she is definitely attractive, and I know other men find her so. To see her standing beside me, totally nude, holding a pair of scissors in her hand, made my already semi-erect cock stand at attention.

She told me to stand, and then began trimming my bush. When she was satisfied with that, she applied shave cream and began shaving. Soon I was completely bare and smooth, and she pronounced the job complete. I was told to sit down in the water to rinse off, and then step out of the tub so she could inspect her handiwork.

She was still kneeling on the bathmat as I stepped out, and I had an instant image of her taking my cock into her mouth. She had other ideas, though, and wasted no time in telling me that I didn't look a bit larger, and that my penis was totally useless. When she picked up the scissors and placed the blades around the base of my dick, I thought I'd pass out with shock and arousal. Did she truly mean to cut it off me right then? Over and over the images flashed through my mind of her squeezing the handles of the scissors, and then my severed cock falling to the floor. She brought me back to reality by saying, "Not just yet, sweetie. I'll let you keep it a little bit longer. Someday, though, it's going to have to come off. Now dry off and let's go to bed. I'll tell you a bedtime story." She laughed, and then stood and walked to the bedroom.

I followed as quickly as I could, my legs still weak from what had just happened. I just hoped her fantasy would be as arousing as what she had done in the bathroom, but knew that would be hard to top. It promised to be a very hot night.

Sherry had peeled down the covers before getting in bed, and then left them that way. She said she didn't want anything rubbing against my little stiffie and getting me all excited before she was ready, and I knew that just the slightest stimulation would certainly make it spurt. I lay down beside her, and then reached for the lamp to turn it off. She said, "No. Leave the light on. I want to be able to see how small you are while I tell you my fantasy."

As soon as we were both settled, she began, but unlike my story, hers was told in future tense. That somehow made it much more exciting to me, because it implied it was something she had been planning, and it was really going to happen.

"I'm going to take you to the club with me before much longer, and we're going to do something really special that night. As soon as we arrive, we'll get undressed right inside the front door. That's a rule there. No one is allowed to wear any clothing whatsoever when in the club. It makes it so much easier for the women to choose their entertainment for the night, and it seems to excite the men, making their cocks easier to judge."

"I'll tie a cord around the head of your tiny little penis, and use it to lead you to the meeting room, where the real men are. As soon as we enter the room, you'll see about a dozen men standing there facing us. Their cocks will be standing at attention, ready and willing to service me in a way you never can. I'll point out how much bigger real cocks are than your pathetic little wee-wee, and you'll have to agree. Even though you crotch is shaved smooth, you still look to be less than half the size of the others."

"I'll choose three of the men. They'll be my favorites, based on past experience. One of them will be Dirk, who was in the photos you saw. He has a nice-size cock, although it's not the largest in the club. He certainly knows how to use it better than the others, though. He always makes me cum, sometimes several times during a session. He's a normal-looking white guy, and if you passed him on the street, you'd never know what was in his pants just from seeing him."

"The second man will be Fabian. He's Italian, and is covered with so much hair that he looks like an ape. His cock is a little larger than Dirk's, but he doesn't use it as well. He's the man in the video on the Website." I nodded and murmured something to confirm that I remembered him, and she continued.

"The third man will be Ray, the only black member of the club. His cock is far and away the biggest one there. It's more than twice as long as yours, and in terms of volume, it's probably three or four times bigger. The first time he fucked me, I truly thought I'd be split like a ripe watermelon. He never has been able to get the entire thing in me, but we keep trying. Sooner or later, he'll bottom out. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if the head sticks out my mouth when that happens." She laughed then, and I tried to join in, but somehow my arousal and excitement wouldn't let me. "Oh, by the way. It was Ray's load you were eating the other night. I've always thought he was especially tasty, and that's why I chose his cum to bring home to you then."

She continued, "After I've made my selection, I'll lead you to the back room, with the three guys following. I'm sure your little wee-wee will be harder than ever as you think of all the wonderful fucking I'm soon going to get, and all the tasty cum stored in those huge nuts behind you."

"I'll lead you to the center of the room and order you to get on your knees. You'll hurry to obey, and then the men will stand in a line in front of us, their monstrous erections pointing directly at my pussy, and every huge sac filled with sperm waiting to find a home inside me. I'll tell you that you're going to help me have the best fucking of my life, and say that you're going to make sure every man there is at maximum size."

"I'll beckon to Dirk, and he'll walk up to stand right in front of you. I'll place one hand on his huge cock and the other behind your head. You'll realize then what is required of you, and you'll look at me with silent pleading in your eyes. I'll just laugh and say, 'Open wide, honey. Time for my little pussy boy to get to work.' The expression on your face will be priceless, and I'll laugh again. Finally I'll exert more force on the back of your head and push it toward the waiting cock. You'll finally realize there's no way out, and open your mouth. I'll guide the thing in, then tell you to run your tongue over it and suck."

"After you've enjoyed yourself for a few minutes, I'll lean back over the table and tell you I'm ready for my first fucking. I'll order you to lead Dirk over to me, and then after you've done so, to guide his cock to my opening. I've always thought it was especially exciting for a man to help his wife get fucked by a huge cock, and I'm sure it'll be that way for you."

"I'll tell Dirk to fill me just as soon as he can, because we have lots to do that night. He starts pumping away, and after a couple of minutes we hear him groan as he climaxes. I've decided that I won't cum when they're fucking me, since I want to save mine for later."

"As soon as Dirk pulls out, I'll tell you to kneel between my legs and have your snack. You'll be so hungry for a real man's cum by then that it won't take you long to clean me out. As soon as you're finished, I'll make you suck Fabian to get him ready, and then help him fuck me. Again, I'll try to keep from cumming, and again you'll lick and suck me clean when Fabian is finished."

"Ray will be last, and I just know you'll be amazed at the size of his cock. You won't be able to get very much of it in your mouth, since it's so big. I'm sure I'll have to yell at you to make you stop sucking him, and bring him to me. For the third time, you'll guide a monster dick into your wife's cunt, and then watch as she tries to take in every inch of it. When he fucked me last week, we got all but the last three inches inside, and maybe he'll be able to bury it this time."

"Again you'll clean me when his cock pulls out. I just know that holding back from cumming will be very hard to do, since I'll be thinking about what will come next."

"While you were doing your duty, Dirk will have gone to another room to get Joan. She'll be there when you finish swallowing the last delicious drops of Ray's cum, and you'll see that she's holding a metal tray, covered with a towel. We'll both stand then, and she'll ask me if you're ready. I'll say, 'Yes. I made him shave his crotch and take a last-minute piss right before we left. He shouldn't need to pee again for at least three hours."

"She'll say, 'That's good. We should be done before then. Let's get him on the table now.' I'll point to the table where I had been lying so shortly before, enjoying all those wonderful cocks, and tell you to get up there on your back. You'll hurry to obey. As you look up, you'll see a cord hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. One of the men will untie the cord from a ring in the wall and lower it to the tabletop."

"I'll tie a slipknot in the end, then place it behind the tiny little head of your worthless cock, tightening it as much as I can. At my signal, the three men will begin pulling on the other end of the cord. You'll feel your useless little dickie being stretched farther than you ever thought possible, and will probably whine about it. I'll tell you to just shut up, because we're not going to stop until we're done with you."

"Soon you'll feel your butt being lifted off the table. You'll try to arch your back to relieve some of the strain, but that won't help a bit. The men will keep pulling, stretching your pathetic little dickie more and more, and lifting you higher and higher. When at last you're completely suspended by the little thing, they'll stop pulling and tie the rope to the wall once again."

"I'll tell you then that the time has come to make you my true cum slave. You'll know exactly what I mean, and it will excite you more than ever before in your life as you realize that finally your dream of getting rid of your worthless, useless, pathetic little penis is about to come true."

"As Joan sets the tray on the table beside you and removes the towel, you see what it was covering. There will be two lengths of wire there, and a pair of pliers. The thing that will fascinate you, though, is the large pair of scissors. They've been carefully sharpened just for this occasion, and the razor-sharp blades gleam in the lights. The tray also holds a hypodermic needle, with the syringe filled with a clear liquid. The final items are a couple of tiny needles, some surgical thread, and some antiseptic."

"I'll tell you, 'I've decided that I want to have a baby. I couldn't face the thought in the past of you getting me pregnant, since any son you fathered would inherit your pencil dick, and it would be cruel to make a child face such humiliation. Now that there are so many better choices here in the club, I've decided to let one of them put a baby in me. There's no way to know who the father will be until the baby is born. I'm hoping that it's Ray, since it would be priceless to see you pushing a brown baby down the sidewalk, telling the neighbors it's yours.' "

"I'll tell you then why we've stretched your little worm before cutting it off, saying, 'Joan told me there's part of a penis that's inside a man's body. If I cut if off you while it's soft, then you'd have a stub when you got a hardon. I don't want you to have anything to play with, so that's out. She told me that if I cut it off when it was hard, you'd still have something there that you could rub to get off. Again, that's no good. The solution is to pull as much as possible out of you while it's hard, then cut it off just as close as I can to your body. She says that'll leave a hole when your stub is soft, and I think that's exciting. You'll have your own little pussy then, won't you? I think that'll be cute. Maybe one of the other pencil-dick husbands can fuck you there sometime. You'd like that, wouldn't you?' I'm sure you'll agree, and maybe even beg me to stretch you some more, just in case there's still a fraction of an inch inside your crotch."

"When we finally decide that every last bit is outside, Joan will hand me one of the wires. I'll wrap it a couple of turns around the base of the pitiful little thing, as close as possible to your body. After the ends are twisted together, I'll use the pliers to tighten the wire still more, until it sinks out of sight in your shaft. The second wire will be wrapped in a similar manner about an inch above the first, and then you'll be ready for the fun part."

"I'll pick up the scissors and show them to you. Maybe I'll cut a hair to show you how sharp they are. When we've enjoyed that as much as possible, I'll tell Ray to kneel in front of me and start licking my crotch. Maybe his tongue will be waving to his new baby while it licks me. That would be exciting for you to think about, wouldn't it?"

"By that time, I'll be very close to cumming harder than ever before in my life. I want to time my climax with your cutting, so will have to be careful to get the scissors in position between the wires before I lose my concentration. As my orgasm builds, I'll place one hand on each handle of the shears and apply a slight pressure. You'll begin to whimper as you feel the razor-sharp cutting edges on your precious little dingus, and you'll stare at it to get one last look at your favorite toy."

"At long last, I'll feel the first wave of my orgasm sweep over me. I'll groan, and then slowly increase the pressure on the handles. As the blades enter your shaft, the blood trapped between the wires spurts momentarily, but then stops. By that time, I won't be able to hold back any longer. I'll close the blades, then watch your dickless body fall to the tabletop. At the same time, your severed cock will seem to jump free, and then swing back and forth on the cord, still erect. I'm sure I'll pass out from the force of my climax, and won't know what happens after that."

There are no words to describe the overwhelming lust that controlled my body by then. I know that several times in the past I had thought my body had reached the highest possible peak of arousal, but every one of them paled in comparison. I was unable to speak, or even to move. Rational thought was far beyond me. The brain in my head was completely shut down, and the one between my legs was in charge.

Sherry must have been just as excited, because she quickly mounted me. I can't recall her words at that time, other than she ordered me to fill her pussy. I certainly didn't need any urging to do just that, and began to cum before my tiny little dick was even halfway inside her. As soon as she sensed my last spurt, she moved to my head and began feeding me. Since the gobbets were so close to her opening, they were soon sucked out, and she returned to my crotch for the second load.

It took me several seconds to eject that one, and the pain that accompanied it was something I welcomed. As my dick spurted, I saw over and over her lovely hands squeezing the blades together. As I watched my severed penis dangling from the cord, I sucked my second load from her.

I'm sure Sherry climaxed also, but in my selfish concentration on my own lust, I missed it. I do know that she had been talking to me nearly non-stop while riding my dick and then my tongue. Most of the words were curses directed at my worthless little thing, and they just seemed to further inflame me.

My first clear memory is of her leaning forward, supported by her arms. I realized that my legs were drawn up, in an attempt to relieve the horrible burning pain in my overworked crotch. Finally she rolled off my face and lay beside me, breathing rapidly, as was I.

I don't know how long it was before we recovered enough to speak to one another. I do know that the first word uttered was me asking, "When?"

Her answer was equally simple, and it was, "As soon as possible."

After a pause, she said softly, "I'm going to stop taking the birth-control pills on the first day of next month. Joan says that it could take as long as a few weeks for me to get pregnant. As soon as I have my first period, which will mean the drugs are out of my body, I'll make the arrangements to take you down there. After that, I'm going to have the guys take turns coming here every night to fuck me. Hopefully I'll be pregnant before too much longer after that."

"I've decided that when you fucked me tonight, it'd be the last time ever. I won't let you do it when I'm off the pill, since you might accidentally get me knocked up. And after we've had you on the table, you won't be able to ever again fuck anybody, let alone me. I hope you enjoyed your last fuck. Now shut up, turn off the light, and go to sleep. I'm exhausted."

With that she turned her back to me, and in less than a minute I heard the soft snore that signals she has fallen asleep. I was also exhausted, but sleep was a long time coming. The pain in my crotch had subsided somewhat by that time, and I slowly moved my hand to my ball sac and began squeezing it as hard as possible to renew it. More than anything else, I wanted to feel the wires being drawn into the shaft of my cock, and then the razor-sharp blades cutting into it.

I relived Sherry's story many times that night, many times wishing she hadn't ordered me to stop pumping my pathetic little pee-pee. I wanted to make it cum over and over, with each spurt giving me agonizing pain. In obedience to her, I did nothing more than try to crush my worthless little nuts, but of course wasn't successful.

Finally I did manage to fall asleep, and my last conscious thought was a wish that the clock and the calendar would fly during the time between then and our visit to the club.