Occupied My Wife in Our Bed

Place: Occupied France, Chateaux

The German captain and his men arrived at our Chateaux informing us that they will be billeted here. We protest but he tells us we have no choice. So they move in and make themselves comfortable. The captain Hans, is a well built man over 6 ft tall and about 32 yrs old. I am 45 and Janique my attractive 5’ 2” brunette voluptuous wife is 35.

Immediately Hans take a fancy to my beautiful wife.

The first night they all sleep in the various rooms of the Chateaux. My wife and I wait on them as ordered. I notice Hans looking at Janique. Later that night in bed I tell her “he fancies you”. She laughs nervously and dismisses it. She does admit though that she thinks he is attractive. Good looking and very commanding. “Have you got the hots for him?” I ask. Again Janique laughs it off saying “No not really, he’s just an attractive man, that’s all”.

The next day Hans orders one of his men to move my stuff out our bedroom, and move his stuff in, declaring that he is going to sleep in my bed with my wife from now on and I must sleep in another room. I protest but he again tells me in no uncertain terms that I have no choice. I noticed that Janique didn’t protest at the idea. Later during the day I notice that she has a smile on her face and seems quite happy. I snatched a moment alone with her and asked her how she felt. She became serious and said “We have no choice do we?”

That night we all retired. It was very difficult to see another man take my wife into our bedroom and shut the door for the night. I lay on the bed in my new room, which is right next to our bedroom. I could hear noises coming from our bedroom. The bed was squeaking rhythmically. I knew he was making love to Janique. Then I heard her cry out, I wanted to rush in there but then I realised her cry was one of pleasure. He had made love to my wife and she had enjoyed it, no doubt about it.

Next morning I took them tea in bed. I entered the bedroom and the two of them were sitting up in bed naked talking. Janique looked at me guiltily, Hans looked at me and smiled. “Ah gut, thank you for ze tea my fine fellow”. “Will that be all?” I enquired. “Yes, for now thank you”. Janique got out of bed naked, I looked at her beautiful naked body that he’d enjoyed all night, her full breasts, pink nipples and her neat triangle of brown pubic hair covering her vagina, which was now undoubtedly full of his semen. She put on her robe and went into the en-suite.

During the day I managed to speak to Janique alone. “Are you alright?” I enquired concerned. She turned, looked at me and smiled “Yes, I’m fine” she said reassuringly. “He made love to you then?” I asked. “Yes, he did” she replied softly. “I’m glad that you do fancy him, at least it wasn’t the ordeal it could have been” I continued. She looked at me and smiled and nodded.

This continued for some months. It was now accepted that he had my wife and my bed and I was a cuckold sleeping in the room next door, while he enjoyed my wife for himself. She was friendly to me and understanding of the difficult situation I was in; seeing my wife taken nightly by another man and powerless to do anything about it. But over time she was also accepting of her position and was happy to receive affection from Hans and indeed to return it. She accepted that she was now his woman, his lover and indeed he was hers, irrespective of her husbands proximity.

She continued to confide in me about their relationship. She told me he is a very virile and good lover and she can’t deny that she enjoys him making love to her. She told me his penis is a lot bigger than mine and harder too, and feels good inside her. She admitted too that she doesn’t just lay there, she does return his love making and is happy to pleasure him however she can. They make love every night and sometimes in the morning too. And they perform oral sex on each other regularly, which she admits she enjoys very much – both giving and receiving. Although she hasn’t actually said it to me, the inference is clear. He is a much better lover than me. He is younger, stronger and more virile than me, and his equipment is superior to mine and he satisfies her more than I can. Although I miss making love to her myself, I’m glad that she feels ok about Hans and that she enjoys rather than dreads him making love to her. At least she doesn’t have to suffer, I would rather her enjoy it than see it as an ordeal, I’m glad for her.

One morning I take their tea in forgetting to knock. I open the door and walk straight in. I see before me Hans and Janique naked on the bed, uncovered and making love. He is on top of her and thrusting his penis in and out of her. Her legs are spread wide apart for him and his bum is rising and falling as he strokes in and out of my wife. Her big breasts are bouncing and wobbling about in time to his virile thrusting. She is grunting and groaning with the pleasure and is very clearly enjoying it very much.

Hans sees me standing there “Stand there and watch! Watch a real man make love to your wife!” He commands me. I obey and just stand and watch. Janique looks at me with sorrowful eyes, concerned at what I am seeing. Unable to do anything about it, she tones down her passionate reactions to Hans’s thrusting but still it is obvious that she is enjoying it a lot.

Hans continues thrusting for several minutes as I stand and watch. Janique becomes more relaxed about my presence and is distracted from my presence by Hans’s vigarious thrusting and the enjoyment he is giving her. She allows herself to enjoy herself a bit more.

Then she gasps in surprise, involuntarily arches her back under him, pushing her hips upwards to him and cries out “OHHHHMMMMNNN!!!” as she is surprised and overwhelmed by her orgasm. She gasps for breath, tossing her head from side to side as her orgasm crashes uncontrollably through her body.

Then still gasping for breath as her orgasm subsides, Hans too cries out as he comes inside my wife, pumping her full of his semen. He rams himself hard against her, holding his huge member deep inside her to ejaculate his semen as deep inside Janique as possible. I see their pubic hair is pressed flat against each others’ as he pumps every drop of semen in his balls into my wife.

Hans gently collapses down onto Janique to regain his breath. After a couple of minutes he rolls off her and turns to me. “Make yourself useful and bring your cloth and clean up your wife”.

I approach the bed, Janique is laying the still breathing heavily, her legs still parted and with Hans’s thick white semen dribbling between her swollen labia, out of her vagina. She looks at me, and then down at her fanny, and with my cloth I gently wipe her fanny, soaking up the copious amount of Hans’ semen from her wet labia.

Once the cloth is covered in thick white semen, Hans orders me “Take the cloth and lick my semen from it!” “No!” I protest. Hans reaches into my pajamas, grabs hold of my balls with a vice like grip. “Do it! Or I’ll rips these off!” I groan with pain as Hans is crushing my testicles.

“Ok, ok, I will” I plead. Anything to stop the pain in my testicles. Gingerly I lick his semen off the cloth with my tongue. “SWALLOW IT!” he commands. He still has my balls so I have no choice, I swallow his semen down. At least it is flavoured with Janique’s vaginal juices too, I console myself. Hans insists on me licking the cloth clean of every drop of semen/juice. “There’s a good fellow, You may go now” he says. I leave the room with my belly full of his semen and the taste of it filling my mouth. I noticed that Janique said and did nothing to try to stop my ordeal. Later I managed to talk to her privately. She apologised for not saying anything but she said “I have to do what he says just like you do” “Yes but you like what he does” I replied wryly. “Well yes there is that I suppose”.

One day Janique and I manage to get some time alone. We talk and then I kiss her. She responds to my kiss very passionately. I fondle her and touch her and start to remove her clothes. She responds very passionately and starts ripping my cloths off me. I am stunned by her passionate response. I realise that it is Hans that has awakened her sexual desires and turned her into a very hot lady. We are naked and in each other’s arms about to have sex when Hans walks in.

“Well, well, what have we here!” he says. “I thought you understood that your wife is mine now. Her body is just for me, not you any more. Being a cuckold is obviously not enough for you. Perhaps you should be a eunuch as well!” “Oh no please not that, please I won’t touch her again” I plead as I stand there naked. Hans looks down at my penis and smirks. “Well Janique told me your dick is small compared with mine and she was right wasn’t she?” “Yes Herr Offenhiemer, yours is much bigger and better than mine” I mumble. “No wonder she enjoys mine so much!” he adds. “Yes sir” I reply.

“Your balls are for the chop, I’m afraid. Come with me!” He grabs my balls and pulls me along into the kitchen. “Please no, please don’t do this to me” Stop whining!” he orders. He pushes me onto the table “Lay down on your back!” he commands, I obey. “Janique get me some rope from that cupboard. Janique still naked complies and produces the rope. Hans proceeds to tie my wrists and ankles to the table legs, pinning me spread-eagled across the table. “Janique, get me the bread knife” Janique complies and gets the bread knife from the draw and presents it to Hans.

Hans punches me hard in the testicles. I tense up and cry out in agony “OOOHHHHGGG!!!”

The pain in my balls is intense. Hans then gets hold of my painful testicles and pulls them down to the bottom of my scrotum, and tight away from my body. “Janique, you will carry out the castration of your husband”. Janique looks shocked, but obediently steps forward holding the bread knife and staring at my balls held taught by Hans. “Cut them off!” orders Hans. “NO PLEAAASE!!!” I beg. “Castrate your husband!” he orders her. She steps forward and places the knife under and against my straining scrotum. I look at Hans “Please, I beg you don’t make her do this to me, please let me keep my balls, pleeease, I beg you, My wife is yours, I won’t ever touch her again” “I know you won’t, for if you do I’ll get her to cut off your penis too! Anyway with out balls you won’t feel the need”

I feel the cold steel blade touch my delicate, vulnerable scrotum. “Do it… cut them off!” Hans orders her. I look into her eyes “Please don’t castrate me” I plead. Janique shrugs her shoulders apologetically and says “Sorry” and I feel the serrated blade start to slowly saw through my scrotum. “NO!!!” I screamed as the blade cut through my scrotum and then I felt it cutting through the cords that attached my balls. I knew at that moment that I was becoming a eunuch, it was inevitable now.

The pain and shock was incredible as my wife slowly and painfully un-manned me. Eventually she sliced right through the scrotum and cords and my testicles and scrotum came away in Hans hands. “There all done, now you are a eunuch as well as a cuckold!” Hans said jubilantly.

“Get the hot poker from the range and cauterise the wound” Hans commanded Janique. She put the bloody knife on a worktop and picked up the red-hot glowing poker. I looked down at where my balls had once been, tensed and holding my breath as I felt the heat from the poker approach my groin. “AARRRGGGHHHH!!!” I cried out in agony as Janique placed the red hot poker against the bleeding remnants of my scrotum. The wound sizzled and hissed, with steam and smoke rising from my groin.

Still in shock Hans untied me and ordered one of his men and Janique to help me up to bed to recover from my ordeal. Janique gave me a sleeping draft to help me sleep it off to aid recovery.

I looked up at her and whimpered tearfully “I’m a eunuch now”. “Yes I know” she replied softly.

After a few days I recovered well enough to return to my duties serving Hans. My wife continued to enjoy sharing his bed and I felt much less sexual longing for her. My wife and I still enjoy a close friendship but I have accepted now that her body is Hans’ province. After all now with out balls I can no longer obtain an erection, so I can never again expect to make love to my wife. Her only enjoyment of sex is with Hans now, which she seems at least resigned too. I feel she is quite glad of it, as she has told me “Do not to feel too bad, at least he is so much better at satisfying me that you ever were”.

Janique is now pregnant with Hans’ child.