I had been traveling, and had time to reflect on how very much in love I was with my wife, even after all these years. I was very much looking forward to coming home to her and screwing her senseless, as I thought she would enjoy that.

I sensed something was wrong the moment I came home. My wife didn’t talk to me, and spent all her time chatting on the internet long into the night. I remember a time not so long ago when she would bend over and suck my cock while we were driving in the car, and had hoped this would be a summer like that, how wrong I was.

One evening I told her I loved her and pushed her a bit, asking if she still loved me?

I got the most profound shock of my life. She told me I was her best friend, a good father for our kids, and probably the one she wanted to grow old with.

Sensing that she didn’t desire me the way she used to, I pointed out that I was a best friend that screwed her.

Then she told me she’d let me have sex with her, because, after all, I was still her husband, and sometimes it was good.

To say my ego got a bump is somewhat an understatement, I felt awful. She told me she wanted to get away, and find her youth back while she still was young.

Fucking a beautiful woman is not the same when you know she’s letting you do it out of kindness, and I guess I became a bit egoistic, taking her from behind when she finally crept to bed after her online activities. She never touched me anymore, nor kissed me, nor showed any lust. I knew she still had it in her to be horny though, because she used her vibrator to get off while I was away, something she had told me.

I was beginning to get afraid that I might loose her, and one day I told her I’d do anything to make her happy, that was to be my doom.

“Anything she said?” and looked seriously at me.

“Anything!”

She was standing in front of me in a t-shirt and a pair of small knickers. I could see the bulge of her breasts, and the line her pussy made in her knickers, and got a hard-on. I could tell she was looking at my bulging pants and thinking. I was hoping she would unbutton my pants and touch me, but no, she just turned and left for her computer.

My sister in-law is also a beautiful woman, and my wife’s best friend. One night they were sitting in our living-room and talking while I was sleeping upstairs. I woke and need to go to the bathroom, when I heard them talk about me.

“Are you serious..?” My sister in law asked.

“Certainly,” my wife said. “I need him here to take care of our houses, our kids, and after all he’s my best friend.”

“So the problem is all these male hormones that are pumping around in his body?” My wife’s sister asked.

“Yes. He’s so horny all the time, and it’s making him so selfish. I want him around the house, but I don’t want him grabbing my tits and my pussy all the time.”

“You know, men should have buttons near their cocks so they can be turned on and off when we need it!” My sister in-law laughed.

“And a built-in vibrator…” My wife added. “So you will help me then?”

“Sure,” my sister in-law said. “I’m soon a nurse you know!”

Not understanding much, but anyhow plunging my ego to a new low, I peed and went back to sleep.

I woke soon after, thinking I’d died and gone to heaven. Soft female fingers where caressing me. I opened my eyes, and in the soft light I could see my wife and her sister who were sitting in the bed, both nude.

“You’re awake?” My wife laughed. “We’re gonna make the perfect husband out of you tonight!”

Se bent over me, her breasts touching my face, and handcuffed my hands to the bed. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, and my cock sprang to life. She sat up and I got a magnificent view of my sister in-law’s pussy as she bent over and securely bound me legs to the bedposts.

“You know you exist to please women; from this night on there will be no more selfish sex for you!” My wife smiled down at me. “Sister, make him useful…”

With that she jumped of the bed and her sister started to rub her pointed tits against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but it’s for your own good.”

“I’ll survive,” I gasped as I felt her soft hand around my dick, becoming rock hard.

“Lick my pussy,” she murmured, “and maybe I’ll let you cum one last time!”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but had no objections against licking her slit and nodded enthusiastically.

She smiled her sweet smile at me, and her blond hair around her nude form made her look like a cherubim. Graciously she bowed down and stared to lick the head of my dick while she lowered her ass down to my face.

For ages I’d fantasized about what my wife’s sister would look like nude, now I knew. She had the most beautiful pussy imaginable with smooth outer lips that fully concealed her inner labia, only at the top did her excited clit peak out, inviting me to kiss it. She tasted sweet as honey, and soon her love-dew was filling my mouth.

I was in a bliss of sensations, as she was blowing my cock. Suddenly I felt a jab of pain at the base of my cock and balls. She had slipped a very tight rubber-band over my dick, and all the blood that was pumped into my dick got trapped there. I was harder and longer than I’d ever been, to the point where it started to hurt. I felt my self on the verge of coming, but just then my sister in-law came with a small cry and squirted a sweet tasting liquid from her pussy down my throat.

“I believe you’re prepared sufficiently now. Beside I don’t want to mess you up with sperm,” she said and rose from the bed, as I was gasping for relief, on the verge of orgasm. She walked across the bedroom and picked up something from a small table.

I gasped as I saw her holding a large syringe in her hand. “This will make it completely painless,” she explained.

“What pain?” I inquired, starting to get a little worried.

“…of making the perfect husband out of you, of course.”

She bowed down and started to inject my penis, balls and the root of my dick with what seemed to be a painkiller, for soon the sensation of orgasm disappeared together with all other sensations in my groin. Now I stared to get really afraid, and started to shout at her to stop it.

“Stop shouting and lick my tits,” she teased and lowered her full, pointed breasts to my mouth. The flesh of man is very weak and even now I stared to lick her tits. It was of course a trick, for as I opened my mouth she put a ball-gag between my teeth and secured it behind my head. She then proceeded to strap my body to the bed.

“He’s ready,” she called to my wife. A minute later my wife appeared from the bathroom. She was wearing her surgeon’s mask and a tray full of knives, needles and other things that looked horrific. A wild and terrible thought occurred to me, but no, it couldn’t be true…

What happened next appeared as if to happen in a dream, as the two women stood at the bed and discussed the procedure.

“We need to get the whole base of the cock if it’s to be useful…” My wife explained. “You also need to catheter him so that he can pee in the future. Plug in the cauterization-laser, will you?”

I tried to scream for them to stop this nonsense, but only muffled noises escaped through the gag, and both looked amused at me.

“Look, he’s still horny. Can you believe men? About to loose his dick and all he can think of is your tits!” laughed my wife.

I can’t tell you much about the procedure, as I spent much of the time closing my eyes in horror as the two women worked between my legs. But my wife was joking a lot, telling me what a relief this would be for both of us, and how much more useful both me and my cock would be now.

It took maybe half an hour, of cutting and cauterizing before wife exclaimed. “Please look, honey.”

I dared to look and beheld to my horror the last cut from the scalpel at the base of my penis, and then my wife lifted the whole thing away from my body. My cock still had the rubber-band tightly across its base, and my balls where still attached to my beloved organ.

My wife gave it to her sister. “Start preparing it while I sew him up, will you?” With that my sister in-law disappeared down the stairs, and to my great sadness it was the last time I ever saw her nude.

That is basically how I lost my cock and balls, but what happened next?

Well my wife did a good job sewing me up, now I got a smooth groin, and only a small slit to pee through. My wife also gives me doses of hormones to keep me from getting osteoporosis and getting fat.

A few weeks after my involuntary surgery I started to feel the change. While I before constantly were thinking of sex, eyeing up every beautiful woman I saw, and planning how to get the sex I craved from my wife, I now am much more relaxed. I can spend my time and energy on my kids, on maintaining the house, and also on a budding writing career.

My wife is also much happier now, telling me I’ve become the perfect husband, always playing with the kids, cocking food, making her comfortable and hugging her in bed without expecting to have sex.

There is one more reason why she thinks I’m better now. A month after my castration she received a package on the door. In our living-room she unwrapped her new toy, the vibrator that used to be my dick.

What happened to my cock is what intrigues me the most. I have learned that my wife managed to exchange all the fluids in the flesh of my dick with chemicals that preserves the meat and keep the dick in a constant erection. Because she also cut out the base of the penis it’s almost twice as long now, as when it was attached to me. A friend of her, who is an expert with skins, prepared the skin of my dick so that it is always soft and smooth with its original feel and look. A friend of her sister who is a mechanic was the last to work on my severed organ. In the penis-head he installed a vibrator, and in the empty ball-sack he put two vibrating eggs

That evening we spent in bed, I watching her while she played with her new toy. She allowed me to touch the skin, and feel the hardness and the buzz from the vibrator. I watched in envy as she first ran the head of my dick up and down her slit while it buzzed happily. She let it rest on her clit until she was dripping wet, then she plunged it into her vagina. She turned it around so that the vibrating eggs in my nut-sack rested on her clit and soon she was cumming for all she was worth, her skin turning red from her orgasm.

“Now you’re the perfect husband,” she beamed. “From now on I will always cum with your dick inside me.”