Gilly, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As soon as Brad left for work Friday morning, I began to get things ready for our "party" that night. I had planned to prepare his favorite meal for our dinner, and to have plenty of wine for him to drink. I would be wearing my thinnest tee-shirt, with no brassiere under it. The sight of my erect nipples usually was enough to turn him on, and I trusted that they'd do that tonight, since it was for darn sure they'd be standing up hard and proud. I'm sure they were hard all day, since about all I could think of was tying him to that table and going to work on him.

I put the videotape in the VCR in our bedroom, and then turned it on. I wanted to preview it so that I'd know just where the critical scene was. That way I could make sure that he was already in the beginning stages of arousal by the time the man was tied to the wagon wheel. I planned to be doing some heavy fondling of his cock and balls by the time the cutting was done. That way I could use my own arousal as an "excuse" for saying how much it turned me on to see that being done to a man. Hopefully, his own interest in the subject would serve to get rid of any inhibitions he had about talking to me concerning castration and penis removal.

It took quite awhile for the movie to reach the "juicy parts", and when it finally happened, I knew that I wouldn't need to pretend arousal that evening. Just watching that scene, even though the actual cutting wasn't shown, was enough to make me start frigging myself. I was able to stop before cumming, since I didn't want to take the edge off my passion before Brad and I were in bed together in a few hours.

When Brad walked through the back door, after parking his car in the garage, I met him there. I made sure he saw how hard my nipples were, then hugged him and kissed him deeply. As I had guessed, I didn't need to fake my arousal. All I needed to do was think about the movie we'd be watching that night, and about the subject of our conversation in the days to come.

He was surprised by the intensity of my greeting, since I hadn't done that in a long time. He questioned me about why I seemed so hot to trot, and I told him that there had been some stupid romantic movie on TV earlier that made me think of him. Little did he know that most of what I said was true, although the subject matter hadn't been "romantic" by any stretch of the imagination.

It was already past 6:00 by the time he arrived home after work, and I got a chilled drink out of the refrigerator for him to sip as I finished the meal preparations. I refreshed the drink a couple of times while we waited for the meal to finish cooking, and by the time it was served at a few minutes past 7:00, he was already feeling mellow.

The good meal relaxed him, as did the three glasses of wine I served while he was eating. We took our time with dinner, and it was 8:00 by the time we finished. When he stood from his chair, I hugged him and rubbed my nipples against his chest so he'd know how turned on I was. I suggested that he should go shower while I cleared the table. It was in the back of my mind that I might have to resort to putting his cock in my mouth if that was what it took to get him really hot, and I wanted to be sure the damn thing was clean. I hadn't sucked him off since the time I wanted him to buy me my own car a couple of years before, and I didn't want to do it now either, but would if I had to.

After the dishes were in the dishwasher, I sat on the edge of our bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom following his shower. When he walked out of the room, he went to the chest of drawers to get clean undershorts. I quickly told him he wouldn't need those, and stood and pulled off my tee-shirt. He stared at my painfully erect nipples, and then walked to the bed, sitting on the edge where I had been.

I pulled down the cutoffs I'd been wearing, and then walked up close to him. "How would you like to unwrap your present, lover?", I asked. He immediately reached up to my waist and began pulling down my panties. I know he could smell my juicy pussy, as well as see the large wet spot in the crotch on my underwear.

He started to pull me down to the bed, and I said, "Let's take it slow tonight. How about watching a movie for awhile, then we can see if anything 'comes up'. " That had always been our key phrase that we used when he had an erection, and it usually meant that he was ready for sex, and that I was supposed to be ready also. It rarely worked that way in the past. Tonight would be different, since I was the one who was aroused first.

I turned down the covers and top sheet, saying that it was really too warm to be covered up. We lay down side-by-side, with pillows propped under our heads. Brad took the TV and VCR remote controls off the nightstand and got the tape started. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing the remote and fast-forwarding the tape to the scene I was anticipating. I resolved to try to act as I normally would, and not give away the fact that I'd already watched the movie and knew what was coming.

I knew from earlier that it took almost an hour for the critical part of the movie to be shown. I tried to concentrate on the plot, although it was almost non-existent. About five minutes before the slave would be tied to the wagon wheel, I began to lightly fondle Brad's cock and balls. He was interested in the movie, and didn't get more than semi-erect.

That changed dramatically when the slave's owner placed his knife between the man's legs and seemed to be cutting something. When he stood up, holding the slave's cock and balls in his hands, Brad's penis seemed to shoot upward and was harder than I'd seen it in years. When I removed my hand, it began to bob around and soon a drop of pre-cum was glistening on the tip of the head. I knew then that I had him right where I wanted him.

I pretended to be very aroused, and in truth didn't have to pretend all that much. I said in a husky voice, "Jesus! Did he really cut off the slave's things?" Brad had to clear his throat before he was able to say, simply, "Yes." I began to handle his genitals with more force then, and said, "That was really hot. Why don't you run the VCR back to that scene so we can see it again?"

He practically broke the remote control by punching the stop and reverse keys so hard, and soon he had the tape once again showing the man being made in to a eunuch. The second time we watched it, I was squeezing his balls really hard, and it seemed to turn him on even more. I said, "I had no idea such a thing could make me so hot. Did you like it too?"

He had to clear his throat a couple of times before he could speak, and then he said, "Yes. That's pretty hot stuff. It's just a movie, but just the idea of that being done is a turn on." I could never have predicted that he would speak so truthfully about such a subject, and knew that he must be really turned on to lower his inhibitions to that level. I resolved to keep the conversation going, and asked him to run that part of the tape again.

This time through, though, I was going to do something different, something that would show him just how turned on I was by the thought of a man being castrated and having his cock cut off. As soon as the tape began to play again, I straddled his face, sitting backward so that I could watch the TV. I moaned, saying, "Oh God! I need to cum so bad. Please eat me, honey. Make me cum. Please lick my pussy. Hurry!"

Like I said, I didn't need to pretend very much, since I really was aroused by the movie, but more so by thinking that someday it would be Brad's balls that were cut off and floating in a jar of alcohol. He began feverishly licking and sucking my cunt, displaying more interest in it that he had since our first year of marriage. As the slave's genitals were held aloft by the man, I ground my crotch against Brad's mouth and began to climax. At the same time, I grabbed his balls and said, "I'm going to cut these off you! They're mine, and I'm going to take them!" I know that he must have experienced quite a bit of pain from the rough treatment his nuts were receiving, but he never stopped servicing my pussy. Even when my orgasm subsided and I tried to raise up, he held me in place and kept licking my slit and sucking my pussy hole. Finally, I was able to raise up and then lie down beside him.

He was in desperate need of an orgasm by then, and I knew that it was now or never. I whispered to him, "Would you like to be the one tied to that wagon wheel, and for your cock and balls to be the ones cut off?" He was almost delirious with excitement, and panted his answer. "Yes! I want it to be me there."

I began to masturbate him then, knowing that we'd made lots of progress, and that I should reward him now. After the third or fourth stroke, his jism began to spurt. I whispered in his ear, "I'm going to go get my knife now, and cut off everything you have." He groaned loudly then, and his hips began to buck even higher. His orgasm went on and on, and when it finally ended, there were several teaspoons of his cum splattered on his chest and stomach.

I kept fondling his cock and talking to him about how hot it had made me to hear him saying those things to me. I asked him if it made him hot when I threatened to cut off his cock and balls, and he nodded his head, then said, simply, "Yes."

I kissed him, still playing with his penis. It was surprising to me that it seemed to still be just as hard as ever. Always in the past, the thing had softened and shrunk immediately after he spurted, even if he was still in my pussy and I begged him to keep fucking me. It was pretty obvious that he was more turned on by the thought of having his genitals removed than he was by the thought of having sex with his wife. I was more than ever convinced that what I had planned for him was the right thing, and would be no more than he deserved.

I asked him to again run the scene we both loved, and when it was ready, I told him to turn sideways on the bed and lie on his back. When he had done so, I straddled his crotch and lowered my still sopping-wet pussy to his erection. When he was fully within me, I told him to start the tape, but to mute the sound. As I moved up and down on his cock, I began to make up my own dialogue for the movie.

When it came time for the man to be tied to the wheel, I said, "Alright Brad. We're going to tie you to this wagon wheel and then cut off your nuts and your cock. Your useless little dick and worthless nuts are no good whatsoever, and I'm going to take them off you and put them in a jar. I sharpened my knife especially just for this, and now it's ready to slice your things off. Spread your legs as wide as you can so that I can get every little bit of your no-good things."

I could feel him spreading his legs as I rode his penis, and I knew that he was deep into the fantasy. As the man in the movie placed the knife between the slave's legs, I said, "It's time now. They're going to come off. I'm holding my sharp knife against the base of your cock and balls and slicing through them."

When the man held up the slave's genitals, I said, "It's done. You're no longer a man. I've cut off your cock and balls, and now I'm going to put them in a jar so we can look at them whenever we want to."

Before I had completed the last sentence, his hips began to buck wildly, and I felt his dick enter me farther than it ever had. I was sure that his extreme arousal had made the thing at least an inch longer than it had ever been. At that moment, his cum began to spurt deep inside me with such force that I could actually feel it. Never before had that happened, and the unique feel of it, combined with my own arousal, put me over the edge. As I orgasmed, I shouted out, "Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming. I'm cutting off my husband's cock and balls, and it's making me cum! Oh God, yes! I can feel the knife slicing them off! I'm holding them in my hand!"

The force of my climax simply sapped all my strength, and I slumped forward onto his chest. He hugged me close and kissed me, which startled me to full consciousness, since he had never been the least bit interested in cuddling me after sex. As I became more aware of what was happening, I realized that his cock was at least still semi-erect in me, and that he was moving his hips up and down.

I said, "Good lord. That movie must have been the best turn-on that either of us has ever had. Did you like what I said while you were fucking me?"

All his previous inhibitions were now gone, and he held me close and said, "I thought that was just about the hottest thing I'd ever known. No, it was more than that. It was the hottest thing ever. I can't believe you actually said those things."

I said, "You're not the only one who was turned on. Just the thought of that being done to that man in the movie, and then the thought of me doing it to you, made me hotter than I've ever been. Does it scare you that I had such thoughts?"

He hugged me close again, then said, "No. It just makes me hotter than ever. I just wish that we'd watched that movie a long time ago." I laughed and said, "If we had, you'd probably be a eunuch by now. I'm not sure how long I could resist taking a knife to you, knowing that it turns you on as much as it does me."

He smiled dreamily at me, and said, "What do you say that we turn the TV off now and get some sleep? I'm just about worn out from cumming so much. We can watch the movie again tomorrow, if you want to." I smiled back at him, saying, "You couldn't keep me from watching it again, now that I know what's in it. Your poor little pee-pee may be too sore to get hard after a few more days." As he turned off the television and the tape player, and then the light, he said sleepily, "It'll be hard for you until you cut it off, my love." On that note, I drifted into sleep, satisfied that everything, and more, that I had wanted to accomplish this night had been done.

Continued in Chapter 3