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.