The True story of my husbands castration, part III, The End

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This is part three and the end to the true story of my husbands 
castration.

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      The morning after Alex's visit I could tell John was dreading 
spending the day with her in charge. To be honest after seeing her 
attitude the night before I was a little concerned myself. 
Nevertheless I told John that Alex was to be in charge and that he 
was to follow her every command as though it were coming from 
myself or Kelly.
      Kelly was walking around in the living room completely nude, 
which had became her practice in front of John since the 
castration, when Alex arrived at our back door. Much to my surprise 
she to was completely nude and with her long, waste length dark 
hair in tangles looked as she had just gotten out of bed. Even 
though it was only a few feet between the two houses I was 
surprised she had not dressed to come over considering everyone on 
the island was leaving for work. It to surprised me that she was 
not embarrassed to be seen in front of me and Kelly completely 
nude. But when I considered that Kelly was not bothering to get 
dressed either and the fact that we had all three seen everything 
Alex had to offer the night before in her short shorts I dismissed 
it. I had to admit to that I took a certain delight in flaunting my 
own nakedness in front of John now that he was unable to get an 
erection. The sad look in his eyes as he stared at naked crotches 
held an unexplainable erotic thrill. I quickly explained to Alex 
that she was in charge and that John was to have the creme applied 
several times a day and that he had already been instructed to obey 
her every command. She was smiling at the prospect of this as I 
walked out the door secretly hoping she would go easy on him.
      When I returned home Alex was sitting, still nude, on the 
couch slowly twirling her fingers in her pubic hair watching 
television and John was sitting on the floor in front her with a 
tear streaked face. Alex made small talk, including that John had 
been a good little "no balls" and left to walk across the two yards 
still naked. When I asked him, John said she had made him paint her 
toenails for her, forced him to perform oral sex on her several 
times and had made him hump her while teasing him about not being 
to get his little nub hard. He was embarrassed to tell me the last 
two items of information and would not look up from the floor. I 
didn't tell him but it would be the last time Alex would be in 
charge of him. I had not told her that she could force him to 
perform oral sex on her, much less make him hump her, that was 
something that I only wanted him to do to me. I suppose it was 
still the old feelings of jealousy but I was furious with Alex. I 
didn't blame him knowing that after the incidents with Kelly and 
Liz he was afraid to not obey the woman whom I had put in charge of 
him. But I figured there was no real harm done and it had been good 
for him to finally get to ride the neighbor woman he had lusted 
after for so long with his shriveled useless penis. I knew that Liz 
would confirm that this exactly the type of humiliation guaranteed 
to insure his impotence.
      John returned to work the next week and things returned to 
pretty much normal considering that he was now castrated. After a 
month of the creme "treatments" I allowed him to quit using it but 
made certain he understood that in my absence Kelly was still in 
charge. I'm sure it was the castration and had nothing to do with 
the creme, which was used only to humiliate him, but his penis did 
in deed shrink to no bigger than the diameter of a cigarette and 
less than a half inch long. He was completely submissive and 
followed mine and Kelly's every command. She and her friends were 
enjoying having a man whom they could force to lick them to orgasm 
any time they wished. I was enjoying the attention from him, the 
fact that he no longer looked at women and my freedom to have sex 
with other men whenever I choose to, usually once or twice a week. 
Each time when I returned home he had my dinner waiting on me and 
never complained about licking the semen from my crotch. I would 
occasionally let him hump me and would some times even suck on his 
nub. Liz would stop by, after always asking politely first, to 
enjoy his oral attentions.
      Then as Christmas approached Steve, the courier, ask if I 
would like to join him and seven of his coworkers on a private boat 
for the long Christmas weekend. I was reluctant at first, not 
knowing the men he worked with. I knew from the way he asked that I 
would be expected to have sex with them and was not sure if I 
wanted to have sex with eight men, seven of which would be complete 
strangers. I wasn't being a prude but had spent the night with 
three men one time before John and met and knew how sore that had 
made me. But Steve assured me that there would be two other women 
on the boat as well and that we could say no any time we wished so 
I agreed. John was disappointed when I told him, I think more 
because I would not be spending the holiday with he and Kelly then 
the fact that I was going to have sex with so many men. But, of 
course he did not argue and Kelly being 17 now couldn't care less 
if her mother was with her for Christmas being more concerned with 
spending time with her friends instead.
      Christmas fell on a Wednesday and we left on Tuesday for the 
weekend. As soon as I arrived at the boat, a not very impressive 
boat but roomy, Steve told me the other two girls had backed out at 
the last minute. Before I could respond he told me if I didn't want 
to go knowing I would be the only woman on board he would 
understand. But I decided what the heck and climbed on board. 
Smiling Steve said, "In that case you won't be needing this", and 
took my bag with changes of clothes from my hand and tossed it on 
deck. He then surprised me by saying, "You won't be needing these 
either", and began stripping me naked right there in the harbor 
with what seemed like a million other holiday goers. I started to 
object but was incredibly aroused by the fact I was being stripped 
naked in front of all of these people and let him finish until I 
was completely nude. Steve looked hungrily at my crotch and 
said, "Damn, did you loose your razor?" I looked down a little 
embarrassed. Since I had busy Christmas shopping and in the cooler 
weather had not been wearing a bikini I had not bothered to trim in 
over a month. My thick pubic hair grows from just below my naval to 
well up my crack and six inches down my inner thighs. I just 
laughed it off and told him maybe I would let him or one of the men 
shave me bare as a Christmas gift. It was the last time I was to 
have clothes on until after getting home.
      Steve introduced me to each of our traveling companions but I 
didn't pay attention to the names. I was too stimulated being 
introduced to all of these strange men completely naked to think 
about names. After the introductions Steve asked if I would like to 
go below deck to have some fun. I told him I was feeling frisky and 
would rather just do it right there on the deck after we got out of 
the harbor. As soon as we cleared the harbor Steve stripped off his 
shorts and climbed on me. Once he had finished one of his friends 
took his place between my legs and then another until they had all 
ejaculated inside me. Steve, the oldest of the eight, was only 25 
and the others ranged in age from 18 to 22. I knew that they all 
had stamina and that I was in for a long and very sore weekend. 
That night after each had me at least three times I was ready for a 
long, hot shower and much needed sleep. But we discovered that the 
shower on the old boat was not working. I'm thinking great here I 
am in the middle of the Atlantic with eight, young, over sexed men 
and no shower. There would be not shaving or trimming either. I was 
not about to let one of these guys take a razor to my delicate 
crotch with no water.
      The next six days were a constant whirlwind of fishing, 
drinking beer and sex any time one of the men wanted to climb on 
me. By Sunday afternoon as we sailed back into the harbor I added 
it up. Conservatively counting if each of the eight had taken me 
five times over the last six days I had been made love to 240 
times. Never once did I refuse one at any time night or day and 
five times a day was probably far short of the actual times they 
each had me. I was sore but delighted and more satisfied then I 
ever had been in my life. Secretly I was happy that the other two 
girls had been unable to make. I laughed to myself as I thought 
with no shower for nearly a week and that much sex I was sure 
people could smell me from as far away as Saint Augustine. Before 
leaving the boat Steve and his friends took me one last time and 
began parting ways. Steve and I looked top to bottom but could not 
find my bag of clothes any where on the boat. After an hour of 
looking I gave up and just told Steve to go get his car and bring 
it up to as close to the dock as possible. By now it was dark and I 
was tired and ready to get home. I noticed as I sat down in the car 
that Steve had placed some paper towel on the seat to protect the 
upholstery. 
      Steve dropped me off at the door with a kiss good bye and a 
thank you from me for the wonderful holiday. As I limped into the 
house from a very, very sore vagina Kelly immediately wrinkled her 
nose and said, "Geez mom. You stink"! John came to me mumbled, "Did 
you have a nice trip"? and without waiting for an answer said he 
would go run me a bath. But before he could leave the room I told 
him not to bother I would just rather he give me a tongue bath. 
Kelly even said, "That's gross, mom"! I knew she was right but I 
was feeling especially wicked after the week on the boat with eight 
horny men and was determined that I was going make my balless 
husband lick there semen from my body. I had Kelly bring a towel to 
place on the sofa and as I fell down on it with my legs spread 
without another word John dropped to his knees between my legs. 
With his first lick he gagged. I couldn't blame him. From my 
vantage point the smell nearly gagged me as well. My over grown 
pubic hair was matted with over 200 loads of semen and it had 
literally ran down my legs dripped down onto my feet. Basically I 
was coated in it from my waste down, front to a very matted hairy 
rear. I told John if it would be easier for him he could begin by 
licking the semen off of my feet first and work his way up my legs 
until he got to my sore vagina. John licked the crusted semen from 
my feet and reaching up to my inner thighs. He licked the thick 
gobs of semen from my inner thighs then, licked my matted pubic 
hair clean, some of which was fresh and sticky while other spots 
were dry and crusted. I obligingly rolled onto my stomach for him 
to lick my crack and the curly hair around my rectum clean. It took 
him two hours to properly clean the week from me with his tongue. 
During that time, with thoughts of my week still fresh in my mind 
and the knowledge that my balless husband was cleaning the mess of 
so many ejaculations from his wife's body I had the most explosive 
orgasm of my life. I fell asleep that night with John still licking 
me. I discovered the next morning that he had carried me to bed.
      It has been five years now since john was castrated. Kelly 
has married and moved away but does come home on weekends some 
times. When she does, if she is without her husband, she still 
makes John lick her to orgasm. She often says she wished she could 
teach her husband how to lick her as well as John. I still love 
John very much. In fact I think I love him more because he is 
castrated. For the first several months John was constantly begging 
me to allow him to lick me. But after a while he stopped. He would 
do it when I told him but no longer begged. I asked Liz about it 
and she said because of his lack of testicles he was not producing 
male harmones and was loosing his libido. I talked with a doctor in 
the office and John is now given a mild male harmone every two 
months. It is not enough to allow him and erection but does keep 
his interest in sex up. I still have sex whenever I choose, which 
is once or twice a week. When you think about it that is no more 
than most average housewives. I just happen to do it with men other 
than my husband. Alex moved out about a year ago and the house is 
now occupied by two college students. As soon as they moved in I 
informed them that they could feel free to sunbathe nude on their 
deck because my husband had been castrated and had no testicles. 
They were happy and more than a little amused to learn this. John 
was embarrassed to tears when I told them in front of him. We share 
a happy and loving relationship.
      The above story, in all three parts, is true to the best of 
my recollection. There were no laws broken and only minor deception 
on mine and Kelly's parts to get John to agree to the castration. 
He still does not know that we set him up.

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