Johnny was a vet tech, younger & handsomer than me & much stronger. He made only a quarter of my income, but he had my wife. Thy met at the vet's & started their affair.

I don't know how long ago it started. They'd been sneaking around for some time when Susan came to me.She wanted to be honest with me: she wanted both of us. I could have her all week; please, please could Johnny spend the weekends here?

How dare she? Sneaking around was bad enough, but this?Asking me to vacate my bed for him? Letting him fuck her in my own home, with me there? How could she? And she was so serious about it.But a thrill of submissiveness & shame went through me, that I had never expected. I wanted this.I was as much shocked at myself as at Susan. I took my first fatal step & agreed to let him in the house.She beamed at me, hugged & kissed me. My agreement to shame & betrayal made her so happy-she really appreciated it.

That first Fri. night Johnny arrived for dinner. We hardly looked at or spoke to each other. Susan served a sumptuous meal. She was happy & animated.After dinner we watched tv & made small talk.Then Susan got up to make up the sofa bed in the den for me.There was silence from that point on. I undressed & put on my pajamas in the bathroom, & went into the den.Within a few minutes I came back out to the bathroom & masturbated like a wild man over what was going on.

The weekend proceeded like that.Sun. night I reclaimed my bed, but Susan was too tired for sex, having had 2 nights of vigorous fucking. This was the first danger sign. I saw that I definitely came after Johnny. Mon. night, with a delicious feeling of shame, I pleaded & begged Susan to let me have sex. I was abject. Tue. night she finally did, & we had great sex Tue. & Thur. Then Fri. came, & Johnny.

Weeks passed like this, & I felt my status falling. I was sinking in her eyes, & his.Then the next fatal step happened.

Susan told me she didn't want to have intercourse with me anymore, that her pussy belonged to Johnny. I could kiss & lick it, suck her clit, & fuck against the bed. I would come to like & enjoy it. I told her no, she'd better keep fucking me or I'd divorce her. She looked at me with fury & slapped my face ! This was the last time I was assertive, until the end. The slap brought a surge of shame & submissiveness in me. I immediately agreed, the 2nd fatal step. I started kissing & licking my wife's pussy, putting my mouth where another man put his cock but I wasn't allowed to.

I got skillful at it. The shame of serving my wife's privates with my mouth, while another man fucked her, was very powerful. I had glorious orgasms against the bed. I liked this sex, accepted it & was satisfied with it. Susan liked it too. Instead of 1-2 nights of intercourse, we had 3-4 nights of my giving head before Johnny arrived & I had to give up the bed.

The next step was smaller. They each asked me, casually,once in a while on the weekends, to do this, do that. Bit by bit I became their servant. It was a long slow process but eventually it was unmistakable. I fetched & carried, ran their errands for them. I never rebelled. I liked it. It turned me on. My status sunk further.

Then came the next fatal step, a big one. I had just put on the tv in the living room after they closed the door to the bedroom, which was theirs & not mine on the weekend. Suddenly Susan called me in. I was shocked & couldn't understand. They were both naked in the bed that was sometimes mine. Susan announced that she- & Johnny- wanted me to kiss & lick her pussy open & wet for Johnny to fuck. I accepted this outrageous perversion like a slave, with no hesitation. I put my mouth to my wife's pussy & worked to make it ready for another man to fuck. When she was satisfied she dismissed me. I immediately went to the bathroom to play with myself, & had a tremendous orgasm. This was a mistake

My descent wasn't finished yet. Sometime later, I was called back into the bedroom ! Johnny stood next to the bed, his limp, scummy prick glistening with both their genital secretions. He looked at me with contempt.Susan ordered me to clean & dry his prick with my mouth. "I'm not a fag!", I screamed. "It doesn't matter" Susan said. "If you don't do it I'll never let you lick my cunt again"

Imagine, not being allowed to lick my own wife's cunt, which I couldn't fuck, unless I sucked another man's cock ! I was saturated, drowning in waves of shame. With no sex drive to make it easier for me, I fell to my knees in front of him & for the first time saw another man's penis at eye level. I took the soft thing in my mouth, tasted Susan's poon & a thick, mucousy taste I had never experienced & I knew must be Johnny's cum. I cleaned & dried him. I had hit bottom.

During the week I told Susan it was all over. I not only couldn't sink any more, I had to rise. I couldn't stop her affair with Johnny but they'd have to go back to sneaking around. He was barred from the house. And no more licking- we had to go back to fucking ! She didn't look angry this time; she was frightened, alarmed. "Keith, you mustn't rebel. Johnny will cut off your balls !" "I won't let him!" I retorted. "You can't stop him. He could beat the shit out of you! And cut off your balls quite easily-he does it 5 days a week at the vet's ! Johnny wants to cut off your balls. He's not a cruel guy, he loves animals. But you're my husband" "What husband !" I said bitterly. "That's just what you've got to stop. You can't have attitude. It's way too late.; He wants your balls off because you're my husband. I've been protecting you. telling him not to do it" Now a wave of very unpleasant, non-sexy shame came over me. My wife, who had betrayed me absolutely & humiliated me to the marrow of my bones, was "protecting" me-how good of her- from having my balls cut off by the boyfriend she brought into our lives."Johnny's coming this weekend as usual. You can't stop anything. Don't try, please !"

I went to my night table for the 2 handguns I owned; they weren't there. She had hidden them or thrown them out. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find them. My liberal state had made it much harder to buy a pistol- you had to take an expensive course, do a ream of paperwork, wait weeks for the background checks & then pay a heavy registration fee. How many crime victims were created by this sabotage of self defense ? I would be one of them.

Susan laid the next shocker on me : they wanted me to go naked, all weekend, just because, from now on. Part of this may have been to make me feel more shamed & enslaved; but part of it was so that I couldn't buy a new gun & have it on me. They had become afraid of me ! This buoyed me up tremendously, gave me new confidence. I was buoyed up- but didn't actually have the gun.This was my last fatal mistake.

When Johnny arrived Fri. night he & Susan hugged & kissed happily, right in front of me as always."Get out" I said to him. He looked shocked."You're done in this house. Have your affair elsewhere.And I'll have no part in it. That's over. Now get out !"

I couldn't have imagined how fast he crossed the distance between us, no hesitation, no flinching. I was unprepared. He punched me hard, on the mouth & nose. They both bled, teeth were loosened, & the pain in my nose was unbearable. I had done nothing. Then he punched me in the stomach; it took my breath away & made me want to vomit. I never landed a punch. He kept hitting me, & Susan told him to be careful, take it easy. Now I was semi-conscious. I realized that my hands had been bound behind me, with what felt like tape. A strip of it was across my mouth. He was really going to cut off my balls !

If I could have spoken I woul;d have begged them to let me keep my balls, let me masturbate, let me have this humble pleasure, & I would be a good slave for the rest of my life- & I meant it ! But I didn't get the chance.

They bent me over the dining room table, facing it, with my legs spread apart, & tied me in this position. Susan was crying."You brought this on yourself, Keith. You should have listened ". I was crying too. I was going to lose my balls & never have an orgasm again.I felt Johnny's hand on my balls, pulling them toward him. Another man's hand on my balls, for the first & last time !What felt like a very thick, powerful rubber band snapped against my balls just below wwhere they met my body. It hurt ! Then he did it again.

Then they just let me alone. Susan was crying & Johnny was comforting her. I was crying, but no one comforted me. I was tied in this very uncomfortable position,

terrified, still hurting fromn the beating. What seemed like an endless time passed. I wanted to die- any release from this torment would be good. Then I heard Johnny behind me. I heard some metallic clicks, & something organic plop onto something. My balls had been cut off. I hadn't even felt it. I was just grateful that it was over.

Susan & I are friends in the marriage now, pleasant to each other, dealing with life's problems like any other committed couple, except that there is no sex & on the weekends I become a servant.

After she & Johnny make love I take his prick in my mouth to clean & dry it, & taste both of them on it. It makes me feel like I'm a part of things.