Our Caribbean Anniversary, Chapter 4

Chapter 4

We were quickly once again standing in front of the fascinating machine, but this time I knew that fantasy and reality were about to merge. No longer would I have to dream about being a eunuch, for in a few minutes, I would be one for the rest of my life. I think it was then that I at last truly understood my need for this to happen, and I had no regrets whatsoever about it.

Sharon obviously felt the same way, for I heard her husky whisper in my ear saying, "It's what we both want. Show me how much you want it by walking behind the guillotine and sticking your cock and balls through the hole. After you do that, I'll put the cuffs on you and tighten the hole so your little things won't flop around in it. Hurry! Show me how much you want it!"

There was utter silence in the room as I walked slowly around the machine. I moved the lever to open the hole to its widest dimension, and then with no hesitation guided my penis and testicles through it. I heard her explosive, "Yes!", and then she walked up beside me. One at a time, she raised my hands to the cuffs and fastened them around my wrists.

After studying the closing mechanism of the hole, she looked to Chantal, saying, "Sweetheart, could you pull his things farther through the hole before I close it around them. I certainly don't want to go to all this trouble and expense, and then find out that he still has a stub to play with."

The other two chuckled at that, and then Chantal moved to assist. By the time she placed her hand on my cock and balls, they were so numb that I simply could not feel anything there at all. I suppose that was good, in a way. However, in my fantasies I had reveled in the pain the severing would give me, and was afraid that now I wouldn't be able to feel anything at all.

When my wife was satisfied with the amount of my genitals that protruded through the hole, she forced her hand between my stomach and the plate. I could neither see nor feel what she did, but assumed the diameter of the hole was being adjusted to fit my things.

When she had completed the preparations, Sharon walked around to the other side once more. She stood there in silence for a long time, staring fixedly at my cock and balls protruding from the tight-fitting hole. At last she sighed deeply and her whole body seemed to shudder. Her eyes cleared, and she once again looked deep into my eyes. As she reached to unwrap the rope from the restraining pin, she said, almost as if to herself, "They never were much good anyway. It's no great loss."

As she unwrapped the rope, she was careful to keep it taut to hold the blade in place until she was ready for it to fall. She slowly backed away from the guillotine, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on me standing imprisoned there. When she reached the limit of the rope, she stopped, again hesitating before saying, very simply, "Tell me to do it to you."

I was unable to speak at that point, even though I tried to clear my throat several times. My neck actually ached from the pain of the constriction, and it was all I could do to draw breath, let alone utter any words.

Seeing my predicament, she then gave her final command of the night. "If you can't talk, just nod your head to show me you want this."

I could do that much, and with no conscious thought, I obeyed her.

Before my head had moved even a fraction of an inch, I saw the rope fall from her hands, and then leap from the floor as it was yanked through the pulley by the weight of the falling blade. It was deathly quiet in the room then, and I will remember to my dying day the sound of the blade scraping against the groove in the rails as it plunged downward to do its duty.

Almost faster than I could follow, the glistening edge fell past my head. To my undying sorrow, I felt nothing as it passed through its targets, not even the slightest twinge. The constricting wire had made my cock and balls so numb they could not even record the moment of their removal, and the only way I had to confirm their loss was to lean forward and look down.

There was absolutely nothing protruding from the hole. The blade must have virtually rubbed against the plate as it passed, leaving not even the slightest shred of flesh sticking out. The last thing I remembered was looking at the floor, and seeing my cock and balls laying there twitching as the blood was expelled from them. I remember nothing after that, but Chantal told me later that I simply passed out. She said they carried me to the basement of the next-door clinic, and it was there that I awakened one and one-half days later.

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As my eyes opened, a flood of vivid memories overwhelmed my brain. I remember having the impression that I was awakening from the most realistic dream I'd ever had. I was convinced that what I seemed to remember couldn't possibly be true, and it had to be just another of my fantasies, although the strongest I'd ever had.

I looked around my surroundings, trying to order the impressions my eye was sending to my brain. The room was fairly small and windowless, so I had no way to guess the time of day. I was lying on a high bed that was obviously built for only one person, and was covered with a single sheet. Given the warmth of the room, that covering was certainly sufficient.

My eyes at last looked to the right of my bed, and there I saw my wife asleep in a chair. I must have made a small sound then, because her eyes opened slowly. When she saw me looking at her, she said in a sleepy voice, "Hi, sleepyhead. We were wondering if you were ever going to wake up." She checked her wristwatch, then said, "You've been asleep for more than a day and a half. How do you feel?"

I was asking myself that very same question, and as I arrived at my conclusion said, "I feel fine. It's hard to believe I've slept that long, because I still feel drowsy."

She walked over to the bed then, and picked up my hand and tenderly caressed it before replying, "Yes, Ian said you'd feel that way when you awakened." The confusion mirrored on my face must have been evident to her, because she then said, "He's the doctor. Remember?"

Again the flood of memories overpowered me, and it took several seconds before I could answer, "It's all true, isn't it? It really happened. I thought it was a dream."

Sharon smiled tenderly at me then, before taking the sheet in her hands and pulling it down to my feet. She pointed to my crotch and said simply, "Look."

I didn't need her instructions to do so, and indeed my eyes were already fastened on that location. What I saw was a small bandage taped to my abdomen, between my legs. A plastic tube protruded from the bandage and disappeared over the edge of the bed. There was no bulge there at all, and I could tell the dressing was flush with my skin.

I must have stared at that sight for a long time before finally tearing my eyes away and looking at my wife. No words came to my mind then, and I just stared at her in mute silence. Finally she took pity on me, and answered my question. "Yes, my love. It's all true. Two nights ago we took the tour through the museum, and then the 'special' tour in the basement. I had made the arrangements for that several weeks ago, and there's simply no way to tell you how exciting it was to watch your reaction as you saw all the things down there, and listened to Chantal telling us how they could be used on you. I've known for a long time that you needed to be taken down there, and everything you did just assured me I was right."

My eyes were moving back and forth between her face and my empty crotch all the time she was speaking, and with each second the vivid memories came flooding back. Again I was unable to say anything in response, and she continued, "How do you feel now about what happened down there? Do you hate me for plotting against you like that?"

It took me no time at all to reply then, for in my heart of hearts I knew my answer. I said, "I'm glad it happened. It needed to be done. And no, I don't hate you, and never could. I love you so much that I can't even think straight about it. I just know that what you did needed doing, and it makes me love you all the more that you were able to give me what I wanted."

She leaned over me then and hugged me fiercely, with tears in her eyes. At last she whispered softly, "Thank you so much. I was sure you'd feel that way, but I guess there was a tiny bit of lingering doubt in my mind. Ever since I found your special files on your computer I've known you wanted with all your heart and soul to be a eunuch, and I began to feel the same way after reading your stories and looking at all the pictures you'd downloaded. It makes me feel so much better to have your reassurance, though." Again she hugged me tightly.

At that moment, I heard a voice that was immediately recognizable as the doctor's. My head turned to the door, and as he entered the room I had flashbacks of him assisting in preparing me for the guillotine, and then standing there watching as my wife secured me in place and then released the blade.

He said, "Well, I see the sleeper is awake. How are you feeling, young man? You're looking good."

I replied that I felt okay, but was pretty sleepy, and just a little hungry. He laughed softly, then said, "It's natural that you'd be sleepy. Sleep is the best remedy for most of the body's afflictions. What was done to you over there was quite a shock to your system, even though you seemed to want it to be done. Removing a man's genitals is no small thing, although in your case, maybe that isn't entirely accurate." He and Sharon then began to laugh, and as I caught the joke, I tried to join in.

When they were quiet once again, he said, "As for the appetite, that's the best sign. If your body wants food, then it's well on the way to healing. I'd rather you didn't eat anything just yet, though, since you still need some recovery time."

Sharon had been standing close beside the man all that time, and she then placed her arms around him. She turned his body to hers and began kissing him deeply. I can't describe my reaction as shock so much as it was surprise. From what she'd said in the museum basement, I knew that she'd had lovers, and also that she intended to provide sex to the doctor as part of our payment.

As I watched them kissing, and then his hands as they caressed her body, I felt a slight twinge of jealousy, but it was so small as to be of no importance. It was the feeling of love for her that was dominant then, and there was actually an almost-sexual feeling to the twinges I was feeling in my groin. I guess the only way to describe it is to say that I was in love with my wife, and happy that she was finding pleasure in another man.

As they broke their kiss, Sharon said in a husky voice, "I'm hungry too. Thank God I don't have to wait to eat, though." She then sank to her knees in front of him, and began unfastening his trousers. As soon as they had been pulled down, she did the same to his undershorts.

His penis was already nearly erect, and her fondling and kissing soon had it standing straight out from his abdomen. I heard him sigh as she took the thing in her mouth, and then watched as he began to make short thrusting movements.

I had never in my life seen anyone sucking another person's cock, except in the photos I'd downloaded from the Internet. The reality was so much more, in all ways, than the fantasy, that it transfixed me. The fact that it was my very own wife kneeling there, with this black man's penis buried deep in her mouth, was extremely arousing to me. I guess the hormones from my balls were still present in my body, and that's why I reacted in that way.

After a few minutes of her ministrations, Ian began to moan softly, and his thrusts became more vigorous. He placed his hands on the sides of Sharon's head, and began to move it in time to his thrusts, almost as if using it to fuck himself. His moans became louder then, ending with a sharp intake of breath, followed by his quiet, "Eat it!"

With a final thrust, his cock stopped moving, and I knew he was cumming in her mouth. I expected to see her pull away then, but was amazed to see her wrap both arms around his waist and pull him deeper inside her. I could see her throat working, and knew she was swallowing his offering.

At last they both released their mutual grips on one another, and Ian pulled his deflating cock out of her mouth. Just as the head was leaving its warm home, she gripped his shaft to halt his movement. Sticking out her tongue, she began to milk him, catching his final drops. She then stood and again leaned over me, using her hand to force my jaw down and causing my mouth to open. I say "force" even though none was required. I was opening my mouth even as she placed her hand on my chin.

As she placed her still-extended, and very much cum-covered tongue in my mouth, we kissed. That was my first-ever taste of another man's semen, although, like many men, I've eaten my own on several occasions. I won't bore you with a description of the taste, because if you've never done it, you wouldn't understand it. If you have, you don't need my description. Suffice it to say that it was very similar to my own, or to what used to be my own, and I had no trouble swallowing her gift.

As we broke the kiss, she said, "There. That snack should help curb your appetite until we can make more of a meal for you. You go to sleep now. I'll be back after awhile to check on you." With that, they left the room. I lay there thinking about what I'd just seen, and how erotic it had been to me. As I drifted once again into sleep, I remember thinking how very special it was to watch my wife having sex with another man, and hoping that she'd allow me to see even more of it.

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When I awoke for the second time following my unmanning, I again had no idea of the time of day, or of how much time had passed since I'd last been awake. I realized that what had awakened me had been a weight on my midsection, and rapid movements of the bed, and I struggled to understand the source of those sensations.

I opened my eyes to see Sharon and the doctor were both once again in the room with me. What was different was that both were naked, and they were engaged in fucking. The weight I felt was my wife's upper body lying across my abdomen, face down with her feet on the floor. Ian was standing behind her, making rapid thrusting movements with his crotch. I understood then what had awakened me.

I don't know if they had been making love for several minutes before I awakened, or if Sharon was particularly turned on. In any event, by the time I realized what was going on, she was already moaning deep in her throat, and I was sure she was close to orgasm. That was confirmed when she cried out, "Oh, Jesus God! I'm going to cum! Fuck me harder! Oh, God! Oh, God!" With a final wordless cry, she thrust her ass back against her lover, while holding her neck arched sharply upward.

Ian must have been in a similar state or arousal then, because he made a final vigorous thrust forward to meet her crotch. The groan deep in his throat was the signal that he was filling my wife's pussy with his sperm.

At last their bodies relaxed, and the doctor stepped back, withdrawing his member from her womb. I saw her reach one hand beneath her body and move it toward her crotch, but didn't know what she was doing there. As she stood, I could see that she was using her fingers to pinch her pussy lips closed, but didn't understand why until she said in a husky voice, "Ian, help me get on the bed."

I knew then what she had planned for me, and what she meant when she had said earlier something about making "more of a meal" for me. Far from being put off by what she intended for me, I eagerly awaited her, and would have lifted her into position if only I had been strong enough. Fortunately, her lover wasn't feeling as weak as I, and he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her easily. She then placed her knees on both sides of my chest and moved forward until her crotch was centered over my face.

I had eyes for nothing other than the beautiful vision she presented to me. My beautiful, freshly-fucked wife was crouching over my eager mouth and tongue, holding her pussy closed so that her gift to me wouldn't leak out before we were ready. I felt then that I was the luckiest man in the world, and nothing that's happened since has changed that opinion.

After she'd allowed me to look at her for several seconds, she whispered, "Ready?" The only answer I made was to reach my hands up to her hips and pull her crotch down to my face. She pulled her hand away just as I opened my mouth, and then my tongue and lips began to explore her precious folds. Her gift was wonderful; all of that and more. The small taste I'd had a few hours earlier couldn't compare to what she was giving me now. This time her juices were very much a part of the mix, and that seemed to make them so much more delicious.

I was completely lost in servicing my wife's pussy, and have no idea how much time passed. To my complete surprise, I heard her cry out, "Oh, God! I'm going to cum again! Eat it, you dickless little wimp! Suck his cum out of me!" With one final cry, she locked her legs around my head and pressed her crotch so tightly against my face that I thought I'd be either suffocated or crushed to death. I couldn't imagine a better way to be executed then, and still can't at the present time, several months later.

All good things must come to an end, and her orgasm did too. She lifted slightly, allowing me to draw in several gasping breaths, while at the same time easing off the pressure from her thighs. After her breathing had evened, she indicated she wanted me to move over, and then carefully lay beside me on the small bed. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and I felt such overpowering love for her then that I simply couldn't imagine and other way to live.

After a long pause, she asked softly, "Did you like that?" I tried to answer, but simply couldn't order my thoughts enough to utter any meaningful explanation of what I was feeling. I finally just said, "Yes. Although 'like' certainly isn't a strong-enough word. I've dreamed of us doing that for a long time now, but there's simply no way to describe how much better the reality is than the dream."

She laughed softly and snuggled into my neck again, and after a quiet period said, "It was good, wasn't it? There have been many times in the past when I'd come home with another man's load in me, and wanted very much to come to your bed and make you eat it out of me. I just never could get past that point. If I'd have known then what I know now, you'd probably weigh lots more." We both laughed at that image, although my brain was torn between humor and arousal.

After we had kissed again, she said, "It's good that you liked it, because I plan to make you do it lots more when we get home. I've decided that David is going to move in with us, and believe me when I say that he seems to have an endless supply of cum. Maybe it's because he's only 24 years old, although you couldn't have matched his output even when you were a teenager, I'm sure."

She answered my unspoken question by saying, "I guess you wouldn't know about David, would you? He's my lover. We've been screwing for a few months, and I think we're both feeling pretty serious about the relationship. Maybe after we've lived together for awhile, we'll have second thoughts, but I think it's something we need to explore."

To say I was dumbfounded would have been an understatement. I had by that time accepted the fact that my wife had been having sex with other men for a long time, and fully intended to continue doing so, with me serving as her "cleaning service." That was fine with me. However, having another man living in our home, and fucking my wife several times a day was something I hadn't considered. I have to admit that deep inside, what I was feeling was as much anticipation as aversion. When the time came, it would be up to her to make the decision, and I knew that my love for her wouldn't allow me to stop her from doing whatever she wanted, even if I were able to. For the present, I'd just accept whatever she decided was best for us, and treasure any moments we could share.