My job involves visiting homes and setting up and maintaining computer systems, what you might call a computer doctor, and my reputation relies on word of mouth references as much as office location.

The work is enjoyable and various but as I don't like travelling too far each day, it tends to be part of a general locality.  For a fair amount of the time, going to the houses or apartments I visit during the day, as opposed to evening visits, I am greeted by the wives of the clients in the house - if I had to rely on evening visits alone, the earnings would not be not be viable.

There is something about expertise that attracts women, and when you are alone with their company going about your business, a number like to watch and talk.  After a while in this business, a growing minority wanted to be trained in the basics of computers.  I had no time for this, but being sexually weak when it comes to the opposite sex,  found myself more and more drawn into the attractions of teaching grown women and the variety of their company in an area where I was the mentor and expert.  In short, this had become a sort of aprodisiac and not healthy.  My job was being affected and it came to the point that either I changed career or find myself a girlfriend pretty fast to absorb my sexual desires.  But getting another job involved too much energy, and so did chasing women in the evenings.  Trouble was, I was too much of a reserved person to make sexual advances on the housewives in their homes and feared that their flirtations were a trap that would lead to exposure and a bad reputation that would ruin my local professional reputation.

One particular wife had been watching me and was intelligent and forward.  Soon I found myself telling her about my indecisions and dilemmas over women.  She was very sympathetic, and soon we were making love.  She also asked me suddenly one afternoon, as I was lying next to her by her naked on the bed, whether I would get myself castrated just for her.  She could see the strong erection this question caused, for I could not hide it.  She said nothing, but led me into the sitting room where her telephone was situated on a table, and rang a friend who was a vetinary surgeon, simply arranging an appointment.  She was very direct: the castration would have calming effects on my career, and she would benefit from seeing me castrated, that is, she said, without any balls .  "Why do you want to see me without testicles?"  I was very aroused at this conversation and my penis stuck out at her, unashamedly.  ""Why not ", she replied simply, " it arouses you, and me too".  And with that, she slid my hand all the way along her wet vagina in an upward motion to her srongly erect clitoris and gave my testicles a hard playful tug.  We made violent love.

The appointment was made for the day after the next, so it was deliberately made in the heat of passion before I had time to think about the consequences of her passion for castration.  She persuaded me that as a young man I would continue to have desires for women, especially with drugs like Viagra, so easily obtainable, and it would make my professional life much better.

The vetinary surgeon was as attractively forward as my girlfriend, with understanding brown eyes and sun tanned female bare legs under her dress.  She excited me as much as my girlfriend.  I was not really thinking about castration.  It was done quicky, including scrotum, which surprised me, as I had not expected that on that day.  My girlfiend was extremely aroused and said many times afterwards that it was the most powerfully erotic moment of her life, something she would never forget without immediately wanting to masturbate or make love.

To my further surprise, I actually never regretted that day.  I think that was due to the loyalty and companionship of my girlfriend's very personal relationship with me.  The thought of having been castrated by her to please her very strongly kept me mentally aroused for months in her company,  and erections were usually possible with tablets supplied by her.  Relations with other women, my female clients, were even slightly "sexy" in a different way, not so much because of pysical desire, but because I knew I had an odd "sexy" secret in their company:  I was impotent and harmless despite their charms.  My girlfriend was also right, my work schedules slowly but surely improved and became business like again.

Two years later, she separated from her husband and came to live with me, permanently aroused at being with the man she loved in this erotic way.