Chapter 2

Their letters for the next couple of months follow that same theme, and consist mostly of them telling each other of new "treatments" they've been giving their husbands. First Aunt Stacy would describe something she'd been doing to Uncle Dan during their lovemaking, and then Gabby would outline a new twist she'd been using on Garth. I'm sure both men were doing lots of limping when they went to work the next day, even if their descriptions were only half right.

The following letter introduced a new turn in the relationship of the two women with each other, if not with their husbands. In some ways, the next two e-mails were the most shocking of the ones I read, and given the topic of the prior ones, that would have required some pretty hot stuff, wouldn't it?

This one was dated March 31, 1997.

"Dearest Gabby,

I know we've been writing for just a few months, but I feel as if I've known you forever. In many ways, you're more than my confidante, you're my dearest friend. I think of you all the time, and maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but just can't hold it in any longer, so here goes. Please don't get angry with me for telling you this.

For more than a month now, whenever Dan and I are having sex, it seems I just can't think of anyone but you. I fantasize that it's your hands on my breasts, your mouth I'm kissing, and your tongue that's driving me crazy. The only photo I have of you is the tiny black and white thing that's in the paper with your column, but in my mind's eye I've enlarged it until I can see all of you. Not only that, but I'm so perverted that I've been trying to imagine what you would look like under your clothes.

I'm sure you don't have that sort of interest in me, and think I'm just dirty minded, but I can't help it. I know you're a wonderful person, and I should just let it go at that, but I can't. All I can think of is making love to you, and with you. It's just driving me crazy.

You definitely don't have any desire to see me like that, but like I said, I just can't help myself. So, I made Dan take a nude photo of me, and it's attached to this letter. This is your warning to not open the attachment if you don't want to see me like that.

Please don't hate me, dearest Gabby. I'm so lost in love for you that I just can't help myself.

With all my love,

Stacy"

I'm sure Aunt Stacy just about went out of her mind while she waited for a reply from Gabby. I could tell she had opened her soul to the other woman, and if Gabby rejected her, she'd be devastated. Luckily for her, the reply came the very next day.

"My Dearest Stacy,

How could I ever hate you, my love, when I've had exactly those same thoughts about you. Every time I'm riding Garth's tongue, in my imagination it you, and only you, who is giving me that ultimate pleasure. I just know, though, that if it really were you, you'd be doing it so much better, and at the same time I'd be doing my utmost to return your caresses in kind, tying to give you the same joy as you were giving me.

When I saw your photo, I just about went crazy with passion for you. I've always thought of you as a beautiful person, but up until you sent me your picture, I never could put a face and figure on the name. Now, however, I know that you're even more beautiful than I'd ever dared hope.

Since you were brave enough to send me that wonderful photo, I've somehow become brave enough to respond in kind. I have to warn you that I'm more than ten years older than you are, as I'm sure you'll notice right away. All I can do is hope you're not put off by the way I look in just my birthday suit, because there's really and truly not a thing in the world I can do about it. Please be kind, my love.

With all my heart and soul,

Gabby"

There were several more letters written and received in quick succession, each one more passionate and breathless than the last. It was very evident to me that Aunt Stacy and Gabriela were developing much more than an infatuation for one another, and judging by their references to more photos, which were undoubtedly more revealing and racy as time passed, they were both hoping to someday consumate their passion for each other.

Since I've had many lesbian relationships, both before and during my marriage, and continue to do so, the fact that my aunt felt that way toward her friend was not shocking to me. Quite the contrary, I could understand why she'd be interested in sex of that nature, and wholeheartedly approved. I don't know to this day if they ever actually engaged in lovemaking, but I'm hoping they did.

Now, back to the main theme of the letters, which was my Aunt Stacy's program to convince my Uncle Dan that he needed to beg her to cut off his penis. This next letter was dated April 15, 1997, and illustrates how intense the women's efforts had become.

"Dearest Stacy,

Like you, I, too, have been thinking of little else but you, but that hasn't kept me from continuing with Garth's training. I've been pushing the needles through the head of his little weenie, as you suggested I should try, and it seems to turn him on just as much as it does your Dan. I haven't had to tie him to the bed for a long time now, and just last week, I made him beg me to use the needles on him.

The topper, though, came after he'd made me cum all over his tongue. I don't know what it was, but something just seemed different deep inside me, and I didn't want to stop punishing his little thingie, so I got on my knees beside his crotch and took another needle out of the bottle where I keep them (thanks for the tip, by the way. Storing them in alcohol not only keeps them sterile, but also seems to make them burn lots more when I shove them through him).

Anyway, I found a place on the head that didn't already have a needle, and made him beg for it. By then, he was so hot that he just couldn't hold still, and he kept raising his crotch, making it seem like his dick was begging for it, too. The tears were streaming out of his eyes, and he kept whining about how much it hurt, and finally it made me so mad that I told him to shut his fucking mouth.

Then I pretended to be sorry for him, and said I could make it stop hurting if he wanted me to. He just gasped out, 'Please! Anything!'

So I decided to strike while the iron was hot, and I did. I said, 'If you didn't have that fucking thing for me to stick needles in, it wouldn't hurt so much. I can take care of your little problem if you want me to.'

Well, he got all quiet for a long time, and I could almost hear the gears spinning in what passes for the male brain. ;-) Finally he croaked out, 'What would you do to it?'

I just said, 'If you want me to, I can get rid of it for you, so it wouldn't hurt like that anymore. All you have to do is tell me you want me to cut it off for you.'

Boy, that got his attention real fast. ;-) His mouth just gaped open, and finally he said, 'Would it really make it stop hurting so bad?' Of course, I started pumping him to make him harder than ever, all the time telling him it would solve all our problems, and I'd do it for him if he really wanted me to, but that he'd have to beg me to do it.

All he'd do is just nod his head, but he never would actually say the magic words. So, it looks like he needs more work, just like Dan does, doesn't it?

With that in mind, my love, I've been thinking about the next step in this campaign of ours, and here it is.

I think what we need to do is appeal to the visual side of male arousal. It's well known that men get more aroused by sexy pictures than we do, so we need to use that part of their perversions to get them to beg us for what we all need.

I've been asking around, and found out that Yahoo has something called 'Groups,' and the topics covered are as big as all outdoors. Sex, of course, is by far the most well-represented topic, as anybody could guess, and believe it or not, there are some groups dedicated to the subject that's near and dear to our hearts. ;-)

Yes, dear heart, I mean penectomies. Believe it or not, there is actually a group called 'Penectomy and Castration,' and I've already checked it out. God in heaven, girl! There is stuff there that's unbelievable!

Anyway, here's the URL you'll need to join that group, so do that part just as soon as you can. [I've removed the address, since it's outdated. When Yahoo was bought out by Microsoft several years ago, all the 'good stuff' was removed - Sharon].

I'm sure once you've looked at all the pictures there you'll agree that they'll be a big help to us. Hurry and let me know what you think.

Lusting for you,

Gabby"

Aunt Stacy's reply was sent the very next day, and it speaks for itself. It was dated April 16, 1997.

"My Dearest Gabby,

I went to that Website right after reading your letter, and boy were you ever right about it. Jesus H. Christ! If those photos and files don't do the trick with Dan, then nothing ever will. If he gets even half as hot as I did when I looked at them, he'll be my eunuch in the very near future.

Tonight I'll tell him that I found a wonderful site on the Internet, totally by accident, and that I think he should see what's on it. That should be enough to get him interested, and once he looks at that first folder of photos, I probably won't be able to get him away from the computer.

I've decided to ration him to one folder per night, since I'm afraid if he saw all of the pictures, his little dickie would start to squirt all on its own. By the time we get to the fourth folder, which has all those photos of men who've had penectomies, but still have their balls, he should be slobbering all over the keyboard, don'cha think? :-)

Did you see photo number five, that crotch shot of the guy standing there with nothing but his balls sticking out? I think that's the hottest of all, since that's exactly how I want Dan to look. Once he's seen that one, I want to make him print it out and we'll put it in a picture frame on the bedside table. There'll be one right beside it of his crotch like it is now, with the caption reading, "Dan - April, 1997." The new one will have a slightly different caption, and it'll say something like, "Dan - ???." I'm sure that just looking at those night after night will soon make him want that just as much as I do.

Anyway, thanks loads for finding that Website and telling me about it. I think it'll be the final key to getting him to beg me for what we both know he needs.

Thinking of you constantly,

Stacy"

I have no idea what the photos and files were that Aunt Stacy referred to, since that URL was in the old style, and will no longer work on IPv8, that's in use now. If any of you reading this know of a site that has photos like that, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know about it.

The letters the two women wrote up until the middle of May became more and more explicit as they told one another of the changes they could see in their husbands' attitudes as they spent hour after hour looking at the "Penectomy and Castration" Website. The next letter demonstrates the success of Aunt Stacy's efforts to convince Uncle Dan that he needed to not only realize he needed a penectomy, but that he needed to beg her to do that to him. It's dated May 18, 1997.

"My Dearest Love,

It's finally happened!! And it's all due to you. I just can't tell you how happy I am, and how excited I am now that Dan finally understands what he has to do to please me. I can only hope that Garth is equally understanding, and he'll soon bow to your wishes.

The thing that did the trick for us was that video on our favorite site. I think its only name is 'Cutoff.zip,' but that will probably tell you which one it is. Surely you've looked at it several times, just as I have.

Just in case you haven't seen it, let me tell you about it. I think it's hotter than a firecracker, and Dan loved it even more than I did. I'm sure we watched that thing 100 times last night, before he finally did what he should have done months ago.

The movie shows a naked man tied to a thing called an X-beam, which held his arms and legs all spread out. A woman wearing black fingernail polish is standing beside him, and I kept telling Dan that was the guy's wife, although I don't have any idea if that's true or not. She plays with his little softie for awhile, but he can't get it up for her, and I told Dan it's because he's worn it out fucking other women, and now he's going to get what he deserves.

In the next scene, she stretches his weenie and then picks up a pair of hedge shears. She puts his thingie between the blades, and just as calmly as can be, she squeezes the handles together! Jesus H. Christ, Gabby! When I saw that the first time, I just about passed out cause I wanted so bad for that to be Dan and me. I must have watched that video a million times, and every time that man's little dickie fell on the floor, I'd cum again.

Anyway, when Dan saw that for the first time, he got just as hot as I did, and so I made him run it over and over, each time telling him how brave the man had been to ask his wife to do that to him. I kept telling him it was nothing but simple justice when a man had that done to him because he'd been running around on his wife.

Then, after I could see he was hotter than he'd ever been in his life, I popped the question. :-) Yep, that's right. I just said, 'That's what you need, isn't it, honey? You ran around on me just like that man did on his wife, and now you need me to do that to you, don't you?'

When he turned to look at me, his eyes were glazed over and he could barely breathe. It took him a long time, but after several tries, he gasped out, 'Yes! I need that, too! Please do that to me! Please!'

Well, I guess I don't need to tell you those words were music to my ears. :-) It took eight long months, and lots and lots of hard work by the two of us, but we finally got him to ask for a penectomy, didn't we? I guess I don't have to tell you I started crying when he said that to me. Believe it or not, I actually thought about letting him cum as a reward, but luckily I'm not that far gone. :-) After all, it took many months of him not cumming before he actually asked me to do what needs to be done, and I'm not going to backslide now. As far as I'm concerned, when I let him cum back in January, it was his last time ever, so I hope he really enjoyed it. :-)

Okay, my love, that pretty well sums it up. He finally asked me to give him a penectomy, and so that's all I was waiting for. We've set the date of June 6 for the 'coming off' party, since that's our wedding anniversary. My anniversary gift to him will be his penectomy, and his gift to me will be his weenie in a jar. Did you ever in your life hear of such an exciting gift exchange? :-)

That's all I can think about right now to tell you. I guess you know how excited I am now that the whole thing has been settled. Believe it or not, Dan seems to be just the same way. He even called in sick this morning, so he could stay home with me. I've been punishing him ever since we woke up this morning, and right now he's tied across the kitchen table with more than two dozen needles through his thingie. As soon as I send this letter, I'm going back in there and hold the soldering gun against the needles until he begs me again to cut it off him. Believe me, my love, that's just about the tamest thing I'm going to do to him between now and our anniversary.

All my love and kisses,

Stacy"

There is only one more letter after that one that has any real bearing on the relationship between my Aunt Stacy and Dear Gabby. It was dated about a week after the one above.

"Dearest Stacy,

I can't tell you how very happy I am for you, now that Dan has at last acted like a man. However, I'm equally as happy for myself, if not even moreso.

You see, Garth reacted to that video in just the same way as your Dan. As he stood beside my chair, watching the movie, his dick was literally running a steady stream of pre-cum, and I knew he was hotter than he'd ever been in his whole life.

So, I popped the question, just like you did. It took him a long time to finally force out the words, but at last he told me he wanted me to do that to him, and then he said, 'Please,' over and over again.

Anyway, I'm just as happy as you are, and I think it's time we actually shared our love and excitement for real, don't you? What I mean is, I want us to be together for what you call the 'coming off party.' I can't think of anything more exciting than tying our husbands across the same table, and then making love to each other while they watch, with their little weenies getting harder by the second. After we make each other cum a dozen or so times, I'll stretch Dan's thing while you tie it off like you told me about. Then you'll stretch Garth while I do the same thing to him. When they're both ready, we'll tease them with the knife until they beg us over and over to do it to them. Doesn't that sound like just the hottest thing ever?

God, I just can't wait to get you in bed and feel you and taste you. We'll put their jars on the table beside the bed, and while we're making each other cum, we can look at their weenies floating there whenever we come up for air. ;-) That's just about all I've been able to think about for days now, and I want it to come true so much that I can't even tell you.

I want to bring Garth to Denver a day or two before your anniversary, and we can spend some time getting to really know each other first hand, or tongue, if you'd prefer. ;-) Just say that's what you want, my love, and I'll make the reservations so fast you won't believe it. Please, Stacy, tell me you want us there with you.

All my love,

Gabby"

Of course, Aunt Stacy wrote back immediately, telling Gabby to come as soon as possible. Daily letters were exchanged, but they didn't add anything of note to the arrangements they'd already made. The final letter in the bundle was from Dear Gabby, dated June 4, 1997, and it was just a short note to tell Aunt Stacy that they were leaving for the airport in just a few minutes.

What happened after that time is unknown to me, but I have to assume the two women actually did consumate their love, and then on Aunt Stacy's wedding anniversary, they actually did tie their husbands across the kitchen table and remove their penises. I have no direct evidence to support my assumption, but as soon as I'd finished reading the last letter in the stack, a recollection struck me with a force that was almost unbelievable.

I instantly recalled one time, when I was eighteen or nineteen, and I'd gone to Aunt Stacy's house to use their pool. I was hugely interested in boys then, of course, and regularly checked out their crotches. So, when my Uncle Dan came out of the house wearing just his swim trunks, my eyes automatically glanced at that particular part of his body. I remember thinking that his penis had to be one of the smallest ever, because there was no bulge whatsoever. Given my new-found knowledge, I'm now sure that the reason he had no bulge was that he had nothing there to make a bulge, if you know what I mean.

Okay, that's the whole story, or at least as much of it as I know. Like my Aunt Stacy, and her friend and lover, Dear Gabby, I've become hopelessly fascinated by the idea of doing to my own husband what they did to theirs. I've already started on the program of keeping him hot while slyly referring to how much better it'd be if he didn't have his little weenie. I haven't let him cum in ages, and he just about goes wild when I sit on his mouth so he can eat my pussy. So, that much of the process is going just fine.

What I need help with, though, is the final stage. Well, actually the "next to final stage" would be more accurate, I guess. You see, as I mentioned above, I have no idea where to find the photos and videos that Aunt Stacy used to convince Uncle Dan that he needed a penectomy. So, what I'm asking is this. Does anyone out there know where I can find that sort of stuff? If so, please help me. This whole thing needs to happen just as soon as possible, or it's going to drive me crazy!

The End