Ted comes over regularly on Fridays, for one evening every week (Leslie, like most women, likes regularity). At first I'd watched them a few times - for one thing, my mind was still paranoid about another man being in bed with my wife (it takes a while to adjust to the thought that some men don't have a penis and thus aren't competition). I'd also wanted to learn some tricks to make things better when I make love to her. However, all their non-action takes way too long for my taste. While Ted is just half-way doing one thing, I'd have my member stuck in Leslie a long time ago and we'd been probably finished already (and I'm not even the quicky type). While Leslie is obviously enjoying the caressing very much, I would have no patience to drag things like that; not by a long shot. Nothing for me to learn from watching them, so I've usually just left them alone.

One Saturday morning, while I was sitting on the couch in the living room having breakfast, Leslie came over to me. She seemed very fresh (no wonder, after 'her' night), yet she was very much troubled with something. She wanted to talk, yet seemed like she doesn't know where to start.

"Rob, I need something, I need to talk to you." She was biting her lower lip. There was something unpleasant on her mind.

"What is it J?" I asked.

"I, I..." She stammered. "Rob, I can't be with you anymore. You need to divorce me."

I was shocked. There was no was I'd anticipate that - there were no prior warnings, no nothing. Leslie always seemed to be completely happy. I stood up and came closer to her.

"What are you saying?"

"Really, Rob, this is what we need..."

"Why would you think that? What's that on your mind?"

"I, I don't want to explain this..."

This is typical for women. They expect us to just accept their non-explanation without questions.

"Not good enough. What the hell is the problem?"

Leslie dropped her sight.

"No... I can't."

"Well you'll have to." I pushed her chin up, so she had to look at me. "What is going on?"

"You, you really need to leave me."

"No way." I looked her in the eyes and studied them for a few moments. Eyes are the windows to the soul and you can read a lot in them. She didn't seem to be hurt, just... Confused?

"Does it have something to do with Ted?" I was just guessing, since Ted was with her just yesterday. But he didn't mention anything when we drank afterwards.

She dropped her sight again. I was getting close.

"Well..."

"Well?"

"Yes... No... Yes. I... I'm not what I used to be."

"You don't seem to be any different to me."

"My needs are changing... I've just realized that... Yesterday."

"Changing? Changing how?"

"I, er..." She was stammering again. I had to go softer on her. I hugged her with my arm and used my other hand to get her hair out of her eyes.

"Tell me what do you need."

"I need..." Tears appeared on her eyes.

"You're very sensitive, Leslie"

"I am... You need to leave me."

"No." I had to keep guessing what's her problem. "You need... You want me to be more sensitive with you?"

She was sobbing. I was right again.

"You feel Ted is more sensitive to your needs than I am?"

"... No, it's just... I mean... Kinda... Yes... But... You can't change than."

"I can."

"You can't. It's because... No. You can't change it. And I can't change what I need. You need to leave me."

"It's because... What because? It's because Ted doesn't have a penis, right? He can concentrate completely on your needs. Not like me..."

"I, I..." Long pause. She nodded in agreement.

I was holding her in my arms. She was sobbing.

"You can't change that."

"I can."

"Rob, really..."

"Leslie, if it can change how I react to you... I'll have my penis removed."

"No... You can't."

"I can. I will. I'll do it for you." I nudged her chin up again.

"No. You can't. You shouldn't..."

"I will. Tell me, honestly, do you want me to do it?"

"I.. You need to leave me. I'll get crazy with the idea." She must have been thinking about it the whole night.

"Do you want it?"

"Rob... I..." Pause. She was crying. "You can't..."

"Just tell me if you want it. Tell me if you want me to be dickless."

She finally looked me in the eyes. "Yes... That's what I really want.. So much..."

"I'll do it then. I'll do it for you. Everything I do, I do for you."

She hugged me. We stayed like that for at least half an hour.

You might be surprised at how willing I was to fulfill my wife's need. Well, I've often chatted with Ted about being dickless and I found it's far from what most men would think. Of course it depends on whether the man wants to undergo the operation, or if it's forced upon him by illness or accident. But especially for the former, one can adjust just fine. There's a long adapting period to be sure and then it all depends on how much does the man try to adjust. Abandoning intercourse will be hard at first, but those feelings will soon be replaced by other feelings, less intense but far longer and thus often more pleasurable at the end. It only depends on whether one has the patience - and since removing the penis will limit the options anyway, one should better take care to learn patience. Ted, who's been dickless for years, was often describing in detail, what is it like. He would obviously not go back and in no way would he want to have his member back. It's these drinking sessions with Ted that have caused I was willing to take action.

Of course I needed to talk to him about our decision and ask him for assistance. Unfortunately Ted was out for the weekend and I had to go on a business trip for the first days of the next week, so we just waited for him to come on Friday, as usual.

Of course, Ted showed up on Friday and went on for a few hours, making dickless love to my wife. When she fell asleep, he came over to my work room for our usual drink. One thing I've noticed was Ted was often kinda distracted immediately after being with Leslie. I've guessed those were the residual 'man' needs, which of course, he could no longer satisfy. But he was well adjusted and used to it. That little distraction could be easily dissolved by the little drink, which actually might be the reason we've been having these sessions.

We had the first drink and Ted asked, what was that I wanted to talk to him about. We've already chatted for a while when he came to our place, so I could just go directly to the matter.

"Well Ted, I need something from you."

"Yep?"

"I have decided to have my dick removed."

Ted was surprised. "Really?"

"Yes. I want to do it as soon as possible."

He was evaluating the situation.

"You know, this is really not for everyone... You need to think this over very carefully. After all, what about Leslie?"

"Oh Leslie is very fine with that. She loves the idea. I actually want to do it for her."

"Really? Wow... Frankly, I wouldn't expect this from Leslie... Strange. There are always things between the married couple that are invisible to outsiders such as myself. I'm really surprised."

"Anyway, can you help me with it?"

"Well, sure I can. I'll contact my cutter. But be sure to think it over, aight?"

Despite Ted's warning, I wasn't thinking it over at all. I'm the 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of guy, or you may say 'cut first, think later'. The following Monday, Ted called and told me his cutter has agreed to work on me. When Leslie heard the news, she was jumping with joy - although I could still see she feels a little guilty. We made the arrangements with the cutter, we were going to see him Friday evening. In just five days I'll no more have a penis!