Chapter 1
It's now almost one year since that fateful night, and the changes that have happened in that short space of time are unbelievable. As I look back over that period, the events are almost too much for my mind to understand. My wife, Jane, thinks by writing this account I will be able to come to terms with my new life. Of course, these words will never be read by anyone but me, but she's probably right that just the exercise of writing them will be good.
At the time this story begins, I was a 59-year-old man, successful in every way such things are measured in our society. I was (and still am, for that matter) a highly-placed executive in a large Internet-based company. I have a corner office, which to those of you who know about such things, is a mark of status in nearly all corporations. My personal secretary, Jennifer, was a beautiful 23-year-old girl, and very sexy and willing. So much so, in fact, that she had been my mistress for over a year by that time.
My second wife was what some people would call a "trophy wife." She was 28 years old, and before I married her, five years before, was my personal secretary and mistress. I divorced my first wife because I had lost all interest in her. We'd been married more than 20 years, and during that span she had changed quite a bit. She had become overweight, and had seemed to lose all interest in sex. Her excuse was that there was nothing really interesting in her life as a "show" wife, with her days spent in endless rounds of women's clubs and charity events. She had been consumed with raising our two children up until the time they both left home to attend college, and then began to lead their own lives. After that, her days seemed empty, and rather than use her brain to find new interests, she just let herself go.
She tried to tell me that my own physique had changed for the worse, but of course in my case that was understandable. My job required me to spend hour after hour at my desk, or in meetings with other executives. There was a health club at my company, but I certainly didn't have time in my busy schedule to go there and perform mindless exercises just to maintain the sort of body others found attractive.
After we had been married for a few years, I had noticed that Jane and I weren't as attracted to each other, in a sexual way, as we had been in the earlier years of our marriage. I suppose that's typical of most marriages, and is probably inevitable as women put on the years and pounds. We were still having sexual relations once a week then, which was pretty good for a man of my age, considering that Jen regularly provided oral sex in my office, and more traditional couplings during our long lunch hours a couple of times a week. All-in-all, I was pretty satisfied with my sex life, and assumed Janey and Jen were also.
That my wife was still interested in me was demonstrated by our activities in the two weeks preceding what happened that brought us to where we are today. They seemed to be a bolt from the blue, and were entirely out of character for her, but that didn't make them any less exciting.
We were relaxing in our large hot tub at the time, and I was languidly gazing at her nude body sitting across from me. I remember thinking that she was still fairly attractive, although certainly not as much so as my mistress. Jane was obviously concerned about her appearance, and spent several hours each week in a health club. The results were obvious in her finely-muscled body, and in her healthy skin tone.
Her words surprised me, since, as I said, they were so unexpected. She said, "We should shave our pubic hair, honey. I used to do that when I was a teenager, and always thought it felt so much better than having a bunch of hair down there. Want to try it?"
It took me several seconds to come fully aware, and as I did so, she scooted around the perimeter bench of the tub until she was beside me. She began nuzzling my neck, and lightly playing with my soft cock with one hand. She continued, "I think you'd look really sexy with a bare crotch. Please say you'll let me shave you. I'll make it worth your while if you do."
That last sentence was always her way of telling me that if I did something she asked, then my reward would be extra-good sex. I was more receptive that usual, since Jen had been out of town on vacation for a few days, and I was missing the blow jobs and fucking she always provided several times a week. My cock seemed to think it was a pretty good idea also, and signaled its interest by standing up and looking around.
Finally I agreed to try what she had suggested. She got out of the tub and walked to a vanity cabinet that had been built against one wall of the tub room. As I looked at her swaying globes, I realized she was still quite attractive, and was proud she was my wife. When she returned with the shave cream and safety razor, her firm breasts were swaying in imitation of the mounds on her other side, and looked very delicious to me. As I looked at her crotch, I tried to imagine what charms would be revealed when she had been shaved.
She said she'd shave me first, since she had more experience in that area. After I was smooth, then she'd give me directions for doing the same to her. I lifted myself up and sat on the edge of the tub, with my legs still dangling in the water. Janey got back in, then moved my legs apart and began to spread the cream over my crotch. She seemed to spend extra time on my cock, and given my lack of sex during the past few days, it felt pretty good.
Finally she began to shave me, and it was evident that she did indeed have experience doing that. In no time at all, my pink skin was exposed to the air for the first time in many years. The sensation seemed to make me even more horny, and my big cock bounced back and forth like a metronome when she wasn't holding it still. I was sure the glistening drops on the tip were more than water from the tub, and was more and more looking forward to her "making it worth my while."
All too soon she pronounced me "smooth as a baby," and lifted herself out of the water to also sit on the edge. With no prompting, I assumed her former position, and was soon kneeling on the bottom of the tub, applying shave cream between her widespread legs. Her contented sighs told me how good it felt to receive that sort of attention from her husband, and again I anticipated the sex to come.
It took me several minutes to shave her pussy, and by the time I had completed the job, I was more turned on than ever. Her hoarse whisper to, "Rinse it off," was quickly obeyed, and when she placed both hands on my head and drew it to her crotch, I didn't resist in the least. It seemed so natural to once again be licking her, even though I hadn't done that in several months. Oral sex was a big part of sex with Jen, but it seemed like when my wife and I had sexual relations, it wasn't much more than a quick in-and-out.
This time, I marveled at the much different taste of her pussy when compared to my mistress'. I loved to eat Jen, and she seemed to like it better than fucking. She was the first woman I'd ever known who was capable of having multiple orgasms in the space of an hour, and several times I had even eaten her after we'd had intercourse.
Jen had introduced me to that practice early in our relationship, when my cock was unable to stay hard long enough to give her a second climax. I'll never forget the special thrill I had when she ordered, "If your dick isn't up to it, get down there and use your tongue." I seemed to crave her orders during sex, which seemed odd to me. I knew implicitly that when at work, I was fully in charge, and would brook no resistance from the employees under me. However, when Jen and I were making love, I found it extra exciting to yield to her "whip hand." In fact, there were even times when I wished she actually did have a whip, and would use it on me. Hard to explain that mindset, but that's the way it was.
This night was the first time Janey had ever given me any sort of instructions in a sexual situation, and I was at first surprised, then excited, by the change. I hoped it signaled a new direction for our sexual relations.
The taste of my wife's pussy was different from Jen's, as I said. There was something familiar about it, though, that I couldn't quite identify. It reminded me of the times I'd eaten my secretary's cunt after we'd fucked, but the flavor wasn't quite the same. It seemed to be more than just a woman's taste alone, but I knew there was no way Janey could have anything else in her vagina. I put it down to a lack of oral sex for almost a year, and assumed I'd just forgotten her special flavor. Given this new and exciting turn to our sex life, I thought that maybe I'd become more familiar with her taste in the months to come.
Janey seemed to be much more aroused than usual, and I thought it was probably due to the different type of foreplay we'd had that evening. It had seemed very arousing to watch her plying a razor so close to my genitals, and I guessed that she had the same reaction. Whatever it was, her new level of lust was evidenced by her words as I licked and sucked her pussy.
At one point, she lay back on the floor and put both her legs over my shoulders. That gave me a type of access to her that I'd never had before, and my tongue was quick to begin probing deeper and deeper in her slit and hole. Her thrusts against my lips and tongue became more urgent, and she gasped over and over, "Oh, God! Yes! Eat it! Suck it out of me!" I didn't know just what I was supposed to be sucking from her pussy, but I locked my lips around hers and did my best to comply.
Her orgasm was truly spectacular. Her butt began to bounce off the floor in time to her frantic thrusts, and her thighs locked around my head as if she were trying to crush my skull. Her final cry sounded like, "Now! Eat him!" I obviously misheard her due to the way her legs were pressing against my ears, and I know now she must have said, "Now! Eat it!" That's just what I did. My lips were locked tight to her opening, and as I sucked as strongly as possible, she rewarded my efforts with the strongest, wettest orgasm she'd ever had with me.
She took only a few seconds to recover from her intense release, then took her legs off my shoulders. Again she issued an order, and it was, "Fuck me! Hurry! Put it in me!"
I stood on the underwater bench, and she immediately guided my hardon into her steaming cunt. I had never known her to feel so loose, but didn't give that more than a fleeting thought. My own state of arousal was very nearly the equal to what hers had been only moments before, and in the space of half a dozen thrusts, I felt my cum burst forth from its hiding place. I made one final push to bury my cock as deeply as possible, then reveled in the feel of that wonderful release.
Finally the last spurt of semen had been pumped out of my balls, and I placed my hands on both sides of her body and gasped for breath. Janey had not cooled down at all, and put her hands on my shoulders and began to force me downward. Again she assumed command, saying, "Eat me again! Hurry, I need to cum again! Do it!"
I suppose I hadn't cooled a whole lot in the space of those few seconds, and it seemed a natural thing to do to once again crouch in front of her and begin repeating my actions with my lips and tongue. This time the taste was much different, and it reminded me very strongly of the times I'd eaten my fresh cum from Jen's pussy. I suppose it was the familiarity that allowed me to overcome my initial reluctance, and I was soon servicing her with enthusiasm.
It took her several minutes to reach her second climax of that very-exciting night, and to my memory it was the first time she'd ever done so. Again, I thought it was probably the extra stimulation of the shaving, and the exciting feel of having a bare pussy, that caused her to achieve that level of satisfaction. If so, I was glad it had happened, and hoped it would happen much more in the future. ______________
We continued to have sex several times a week over the next days. Jen was off on a three-week vacation, and I was feeling the deprivation. I missed the daily blow jobs she would give me in my office, as well as the nooners in her apartment. I guess it was a case of my wife being the beneficiary, and the extra attention seemed to be very arousing for her. It was a rare night when she was not much more excited than what had been her norm, and on three other occasions during the next two weeks, she had a second orgasm. I assume it was due to my skill in lovemaking, which had been gained by fucking lots of other women over the years.
Janey seemed to crave oral sex during that time, and I have to admit that I enjoyed giving it to her. Her pussy was always wet for me, and there were times when she was as full of lubrication when I ate her the first time, as she was full of my semen when I ate her the second time. It was a very special feeling for me to know that my attentions were so arousing to her.
There was one day during that period that stands out in my memory. I had taken off work early, for a reason I don't recall now. I arrived home in the middle of the afternoon, and found the door locked, which was unusual. Since I didn't have my house key, I had to ring the doorbell to get my wife to let me in.
When she at last came to the door, her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a bathrobe. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and I feared she was ill. At my question, she replied that she had been napping, and when the doorbell awakened her, she had been startled. That's what made her cheeks appear flushed. That sounded logical to me, so I didn't mention it again.
Janey seemed to be even more aroused than usual that day. She immediately led me to the bedroom, and literally tore off my clothes. Soon we were on the bed, and I was suckling her already-hard nipples. The scent of her pussy seemed to be stronger than ever before, and I was sure she must have been having a wet dream when I rang the doorbell.
She began pushing my head toward her crotch, and I cooperated. I remember wanting nothing more than to once again experience her wonderful taste, and hurried to move my head between her legs.
She introduced a new variation to oral sex that afternoon by pushing me to my back, and then swinging one leg over my head. I barely had time to glance at her crotch before she lowered it to my eager mouth, but in that split second I could see that her juices were literally dripping from her slit. Once again, I knew she was very aroused by our lovemaking, and I was quick to obey when she issued her usual order to, "Eat it! Suck it out of me!"
I had never known her to be that wet before we had fucked, and thought I might drown in all the pussy juices welling forth from her hole. Again and again, she ordered me to lick and suck her clean, and I did my best to do so. When she finally climaxed, it was almost more than I could do to swallow all her precious juices without wasting a single drop.
That sort of activity continued up until the night before our fateful experience, although I didn't come home early again during that span. The night before it happened, Janey said she wasn't feeling well, and that she'd rather not have sex. I sympathized with her, and even though I would have preferred to make love to her, left her alone as we lay in bed.
The next night she made the same excuse, and again I respected her decision. I do remember, however, lying there beside her recalling over and over the delicious taste and wonderful scent of her crotch. My cock was as hard as a rock all the time, and it was almost more than I could do to not masturbate.
Chapter 2
It was less than three hours after falling asleep that I came awake with a start. The bedroom lights were on, and in my confused state, I thought it was broad daylight and that we had overslept. My next thought was that Janey had gotten out of bed and turned on the lights, needing them to make her way to the bathroom.
At that second, I realized there was a man standing beside me, and as I looked to my wife to alert her, saw another standing at her side of the bed. My frantic eyes soon saw a third man standing by the light switch, and I knew it was he who had awakened me. He was holding a briefcase in one massive hand, looking for all the world as if he had come on a sales call.
My next impression was that the three were wearing black masks that hid about half their faces, and then that they were much larger than my normal-sized physique. I had always referred derisively to oversize men who spent countless hours in the gym as "Neandertals," and that was the first word that sprang to my mind right then. It was obvious that any one of them could have beaten me to a pulp if they so desired, and against three of them I had no chance whatsoever.
Janey sat up in bed then, and it seemed to me that she was not as startled, nor as sleepy-eyed as I was. She looked at the three men, then turned to me, saying softly, "Honey, we have to do exactly as they say. Maybe they'll just rob us and leave. Don't do anything."
That had already been my thought, and I lay unmoving, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
That move wasn't long in coming. Moving as one, the two who were standing beside us reached down and grasped the bedclothes. With an easy flick of their wrists, they flipped the covers off the foot of the bed, leaving us exposed to their view. I was wearing only my undershorts, and felt very vulnerable. My wife, though, seemed even more vulnerable as I looked at her.
She was wearing the nightgown she usually slept in, and under that a pair of panties. The gown was made of the sheerest material available, and did nothing to conceal her body. As I looked at her, I could plainly see that her nipples seemed to be extremely hard, and thought maybe that reaction was due to her fear. It seemed odd that a frightening experience would produce that reaction in her, because in me it had the opposite effect. I was sure my penis was retracted so far it would be virtually invisible.
The third man then walked to my side of the bed. He removed something from his back pocket, and when he held it out, I could see it was a pair or handcuffs. My heart sank even further as I guessed their use.
As if in confirmation, the first man reached under my back and lifted me to a sitting position, as easily as if I were a rag doll. He then pulled my hands behind my back, and held them there while his partner fastened the cuff around my wrists. As soon as my arms were released, I was pushed roughly to the mattress, and lay there terrified as I envisioned all the horrible things these invaders were planning to do to my wife and me.
One of the monsters said, "Get naked. Now!" Again I turned to Janey, frantic with my need to protect her from these prying eyes. She looked at me in concern, then said, "Honey, we have to do as they say. We don't have any choice. Please don't make any trouble." There was quite literally nothing I could do, troublesome or otherwise, and continued to lay there frozen by panic.
Janey pulled the nightgown over her head, then quickly reached down and pushed her panties off her lovely body. When she once again looked at me, she nodded her head in assurance. She then moved her hands to my waist, and began to remove my own underwear. Soon we were both naked, lying there exposed to those three pairs of eager eyes. My quick glance at my crotch confirmed my earlier guess, and I could see my cock was by then not much more than just a head stuck on my abdomen. I felt sure that if my pubic hair were still there, even the head would have been invisible.
The three men pointed at my tiny manhood and began laughing. I'm sure I blushed a bright red then, and when my wife looked at my crotch and smiled faintly, probably even more. The shame and the fear were very strong, and I had to fight to keep myself from screaming my rage.
To my utter horror, the three men began to undress themselves. Soon every item of their clothing was lying in three piles on the floor, and their muscular bodies were exposed to our view. Again I couldn't stop my mind from labelling them as Neandertals, and knew their brainpower was probably as small as their muscles were large. However, in this situation, brawn was sure to overcome brains, and I could see no way out of our predicament.
The man who was standing beside Janey picked up her panties. He placed one hand between her legs and indicated by a slight pressure he wanted her to open her crotch. As her legs parted, he balled up the garment and then wiped it up and down her slit. He then handed the thing to her, saying, "Gag him. We don't want to have to listen to him whining when we do you."
She took the panties from him and brought them to my mouth. I shook my head in denial, with my lips clamped together. She said softly, "Honey, please. We have to do what they ask. It's the only way we'll get out of this alive. Please, sweetie."
There was no denying her assessment was correct, and I reluctantly opened my mouth. She shoved the juice-covered thing in place, then held it there while the man beside me wrapped a small cord around my head and tied it over my mouth.
The three then moved to stand at the foot of the bed, with their eyes fixed on my wife. One of them said, "Spread your legs. Play with your tits and your cunt." I gazed in horror at her, sure that order would be too much for her to bear, but instead saw her legs parting even more. Not only did they part, she actually drew up her knees while they were flat on the bed, seeming to offer herself even more to their avid gazes.
One hand dropped to her crotch and the other to her breasts. Soon both were busy following the disgusting orders she'd been given. I realized that her nipples were even more engorged than before, and was sure her fear had increased, causing that reaction. It was soon evident that the odd effect was being felt in her vagina also, since when she switched hands, her fingers were dripping with her juices. She rubbed them on her nipples, and then resumed frigging herself while also pinching and pulling her nipples.
All the while Janey had been following their orders, the men had been fondling their penises and testicles. That attention, combined with the arousing sight my wife was providing for their eyes, soon had their cocks standing at attention.
It was evident to me then just why they had been so amused by the size of my penis. Even the smallest of the three was easily more than two inches longer than my 6" tool. Even more than that, it was very much larger in diameter, almost to the point that I thought it was probably equal in size to my wrist. The other two specimens were even larger in both proportions, and I feared anew for the safety of my wife. Surely she wouldn't be able to handle such large cocks, if indeed they chose to **** her, as now seemed likely to happen.
That such was their intent was demonstrated when the third man said, "Looks like everyone's ready. Who do you want first?"
I thought I'd pass out with fright then, knowing that all three intended to **** Janey. I doubted she'd be able to survive such usage, and frantically racked my brain for a way out of this situation.
She pointed to the man on the right, who had the smallest cock of the three, and said, "I want Jim first." I almost passed out as I heard that, but quickly realized she'd said "him" and not "Jim." It was just my fevered brain running wild that had made me hear her call one of them by name. There was no way in Hell she could ever know people like these.
The man she'd selected quickly got on the bed and positioned himself between her widespread legs. He lowered his crotch to hers, and I saw her reach down and guide him into her pussy. Again I had the thought that the stress of the situation had driven her from her senses, and she couldn't help what she was doing.
That assessment was quickly confirmed as I heard her sigh as her ****** entered her precious body. He slowly pushed the entire thing as deep into her as possible, and even before it had reached its limit, a soft moan issued from her throat. I was sure she was in pain from the horrible stretching, and couldn't help but give voice to it. That was confirmed over and over as the tool moved in and out of her, each thrust being acknowledged by her increasingly loud moans. I was afraid she was in agony, and would soon lose consciousness from the extreme pain.
As the man fucked my wife, her hands seemed to caress his body. I knew, of course, that those movements were actually an attempt to push him away from her, but because of his size, she was unable to do so.
Again and again he thrust into her, and again and again she moaned in accompaniment. After several minutes, her hands dropped to his butt, and actually seemed to be trying to pull him deeper within her. Again, I was convinced she was trying to fight him off, but her movements were ineffectual.
The man's own moaning was getting louder by the second, and I was sure he was approaching his climax. Since that was the only way to get him out of, and off, her, I prayed for it to happen as soon as possible. I didn't have long to wait, for at that very instant, he made one final thrust to bury his cock as deeply inside my wife as possible. His gasps for breath matched hers, but his were of pleasure and hers were of panicked fear.
I saw her try to raise her crotch off the bed in an attempt to dislodge her ******. At that moment, the pain she was feeling must have become much greater, because her fingernails dug into her attacker's backside. She gave one long moan, then her body dropped to the bed and she was silent. I feared she had passed out, but was reassured when she turned her head to look at me, with her love evident in her eyes. I knew then that we could get through this.
He finally lifted his muscle-bound body off her, and slowly climbed off the bed. Without a word being said, Janey pointed to one of the others, who had the next-larger cock. I could see the logic in her choice, and knew she wanted to take them in order of penis size, since that would allow her vagina to stretch before it had to accept the largest of the three.
The second man almost leapt onto the bed, and soon she was guiding his penis inside her. Unlike the first ******, he didn't enter her slowly, but instead rammed his cock as deep as possible with the first thrust. In the silence I could hear the squishing sound it made as it encountered the semen his partner had so recently deposited in my wife. That sound was soon covered, however, by Janey's renewed moans of pain.
At one point, she said something that sounded like, "Oh, God, Bill." Again I knew my fevered brain hadn't heard her correctly, and she told me several days later that she had actually said "kill" and not "Bill." She said she was pleading with God to kill her ****** to save her the shame and pain. I'm sure that's the correct explanation, because, again, it would have been all but impossible for her to have known the man.
Again her hands seemed to pull the man deeper into her as she tried to fight him off. Her moaning was not as intense during the second ****, which I attributed to the stretching from the first man. Obviously her pain wasn't as great, which was at least a small favor.
Finally the second man released his seed deep within her, and slowly got off the bed. Janey pointed to the third man, and he quickly mounted her. Again she fought with him, but her hands wouldn't obey her brain, and cupped his butt cheeks with surprising force. He was obviously more aroused than the other two had been, probably from watching the ravishment of my wife. His groans and gasps seemed to come in less than two minutes after he'd entered her, and as his partners had done, he made one final mighty thrust to bury his manhood as deeply inside her as possible. Given the size of the thing, I was sure she was in great pain, and thought her moans were evidence of that.
It was at that point I realized my penis was erect. Why the traitorous thing thought there was anything arousing about my wife being ***** by three men as she lay beside me was beyond my ability to understand. Janey was obviously of the same opinion, because as soon as the third man had climbed off her, she looked directly at my cock bobbing back and forth. The look of disgust on her face made me think of myself as less of a man, and I knew I deserved her contempt.
She rolled to her side facing me, squeezing her legs tightly together. She placed one hand on my testicles, and then squeezed seemingly with all her might. I was sure she was trying to punish them for seeming to indicate their approval of the horrible triple **** she'd just endured. At that moment, I shared her feelings, and had my hands been free, would probably have punished my balls even more than she was doing.
After several seconds, she said softly, "Honey, I haven't taken a birth-control pill for three days, because my stomach was upset. I can't bear the thought of getting pregnant and having their babies. You have to help me."
She then set up in bed and moved closer to me. She untied the cord that was holding her panties in my mouth, and then withdrew them. As I watched in horror, she swung one leg over my body, and then moved her crotch directly above my face. Between her widespread legs, I could see her pouting pussy lips, bright red with the torture they'd just been given. The sperm the three had deposited in her pussy was beginning to leak out, and was by then coating her vagina with glistening highlights.
She lowered her pussy to my mouth then, saying, "Please, sweetie. You've got to get every drop out of me. I just can't have their babies. Please help me. Please."
Although sickened to the very bottom of my soul, I knew that her fears were accurate. Three days without the birth-control drugs in her system could very well render her vulnerable to impregnation. I knew I had to help her avoid the Hell of being pregnant because of this multiple ****.
My tongue slowly extended from my mouth, and licked up the first of their combined juices. I heard her gasp at the contact, then say explosively, "Yes! Thank you, honey. I was afraid you wouldn't do it." She then began to slowly move her slit across my mouth, seemingly guiding my efforts to get every single drop of the foul slime.
When she was sure I'd licked up and swallowed all the cum on the outside of her vagina, she centered the hole over my mouth. By that time, her moaning was almost continuous, and her hands were gripping my head tightly, as if trying to pull it inside her, where the three large cocks had been so recently. She paused in her moaning to say passionately, "Suck it! Oh, God, it feels so good! Suck it out of me! Get every drop of their cum out of my pussy! Do it!"
I sucked with all my might, all the while feeling her engorged clitoris rubbing against my nose. Her sighs and moans become almost continuous, and finally I felt her shudder. Her thighs locked tightly around my head, almost crushing it in her passion. At that moment, I felt a gush of cum as it was forced into my mouth, and I swallowed as rapidly as possible before the next spasm filled me again.
I don't know how much of the vile stuff I sucked out of her that night, but it surely wasn't the gallons it seemed at the time. It surely couldn't have been more than a few teaspoons of slime, but that wasn't the way it seemed then. Even with my disgust at what I'd been forced to do to prevent my wife's pregnancy, there was an odd thought in the back of my brain. I was sure that the taste was somehow familiar, and could think of no explanation. It was probably the fact that some of the juices were hers that made me think that.
Janey slowly raised herself from my face, and moved to the bed beside me, crouching on her knees. As her eyes cleared, she picked up her balled-up panties and brought them to my mouth once again. She said softly, "Let me get these in your mouth again, sweetheart."
I simply couldn't imagine why she wanted to gag me again, and didn't open my mouth. At that moment I felt a shooting pain in my balls that was worse than I ever imagined could happen. I quickly looked down to my crotch, and saw that one of the men had gripped my testicles in one of his hands, and was squeezing them with all his might. She said, "Better open your mouth, honey. He'll pop them if you don't."
It was beyond my power to resist any further, and my mouth dropped open. Janey quickly stuffed the underwear in their former place, then re-tied the cord around my head to hold them there. She said something very softly that sounded like, "Now you'll be lots quieter." When I questioned her about that several days later, she didn't recall saying such a thing. She thought that she had said something about my being gagged would make the men leave quicker.
One of the men placed the briefcase on the bed beside me, and then opened it. My wife raised her eyes to the man, almost as if expectantly waiting for something. I looked at him also, and saw he had removed a folded piece of plastic sheeting from the case. At her nod, he handed the thing to her, and she opened it to a square about 6' on each side.
The other two men took one of my legs each and spread them to the sides of the bed. They then lifted my feet high in the air, until my butt was off the bed. Janey then placed the plastic under me, centering it on my crotch. As soon as that was accomplished, the men took short lengths of rope from the briefcase, and used it to tie my ankles to the rails of the beds, holding me wide open for whatever was to come next. I could only hope they wanted to secure me in that way so they could have an uninterrupted period to ransack the house.
My wife then began to caress and fondle my genitals, and I felt them respond to her touch. Even though I had been very erect before, when the Neandertal had squeezed my nuts, my cock had shrunk. Now as she played with me, my penis seemed to grow even larger than it had been before. Soon it was at its 6" maximum, which looked pretty pitiful beside the three other cocks in the room. They were still erect, even though they'd shot their loads deep inside my wife only minutes before.
One of the men held out a small cord to Janey, and she ceased her fondling to take it in her hands. The man then gripped my cock and balls tightly in one of his huge hands, and began to lift upward. The effect was to stretch me more than I ever thought possible, and I knew that he had actually lifted my butt off the plastic sheeting Janey had placed under me.
He instructed her to tie the cord around the base of my genitals, and she moved to obey, moving almost as if in a fog. She wrapped the thing twice around my stretched flesh, as close as she could get it to my body, then used all her strength to pull the ends. A knot was quickly formed in the cord, and then a second cord was tied in the same manner about 1/2" above the first. She and the man both withdrew their hands then, and surveyed their handiwork.
Chapter 3
As I looked down at my penis, I saw it was still erect, but instead of standing proudly from my crotch, it was lying over on its side, against one of my legs. It was an odd sight, and seemed funny to the men. They began to point and laugh at my pitiful-looking cock, and even Janey joined in. I could only assume she was almost out of her head in reaction to what had been done to her.
The third man reached into the case once again, and this time he brought out a razor knife which was a duplicate of one I'd used in model building in my childhood. As I realized what they intended to do to me, my terror knew no bounds, and I began to struggle to get off the bed. One of the men simply placed his massive hand on my chest, and held me pinned down as easily as if I were a child.
What happened after that point is unclear in my memory. Janey has told me over and over that what seem to be memories are entirely false. When I recall her doing those things to me, she says it didn't happen that way at all. I have to trust her, and can only believe her when she says that she was held down on the bed just as I, and it was the three men who actually did everything after that point.
I seemed to clearly hear her say, "I want to castrate him first. Tell me how to do it."
One of the giants gave very clear instructions to guide her in opening my sac. As she followed his directions, I remember raising my head and watching her actions. She first inserted the point of the knife blade in my sac right below my cock, and in the center of the thing. She then very slowly drew the blade downward, leaving a trail of fire behind. One of the doctors who treated me told me that it was only because my genitals were numb from being tied off that I was able to remain conscious throughout the process. However, that consciousness was no gift, and I have wished many times that I could simply have blacked out.
In my memory, Janey kept cutting along the center line of my sac, continuing until she had reached the base of my penis. At that point she began to trace a line around the neck of the thing, until finally she had returned to where she started.
Even with all the pain that gave me, it was nothing compared to what came next. Again she was given instructions, and after carefully inserting the point of the blade under the skin of my scrotum, she began to slowly peel it off with one hand while cutting away the connective tissue with the other. She paused only to place the first flap of skin in a glass jar one of the men was holding, and then methodically repeated her actions to remove the second.
My horrified eyes looked at my crotch, seeing what were obviously my balls wrapped in a gray-white membrane. After receiving more directions, Janey inserted the knife point in that membrane and repeated the cuts she'd made earlier. Soon that piece had been peeled away and dropped in the jar. My balls were then revealed in all their sickening splendor.
The things were bright red by then, but with overtones of purple and gray. The cords were a horrible yellow-white in color. Janey didn't seem as repelled as I, but stared in fascination at them. Finally she raised her eyes to her instructor, and I heard him say, "Grab one of them and stretch it out. Cut the cord as far up as you can."
As I watched in a hypnotized state, her hand slowly dropped to my ruined crotch and viciously closed around one of my precious eggs. She squeezed until a loud pop was actually heard in the room, and even with the numbness there, the flash of pain that shot through my groin was horrible.
Through pain-glazed eyes, I saw her stretch the thing as far as she could, seeming to want to make it touch my toes. Finally, when it would stretch no farther, she held the blade against the cord, as close as she could to my body. With no sound whatsoever, she moved the blade across the cord, and I saw her hand jerk slightly as the tension was released. She then held the severed teste up for everyone to see before dropping it in the jar.
The second ball was given the same treatment as the first. Even though I knew what to expect, that didn't make it any easier to bear. It was almost a relief when it joined its lifelong mate in the jar.
She then moved the blade to the shaft of my cock, centering it between the two cords she'd tied so tightly there only minutes before. I heard her say, "I've got to do this right now, or I'll start cumming and won't be able to. I've wanted to do this to him ever since I found out he was cheating on me. If I'd known it would be this exciting, I'd have done it years ago. I've got to hurry and get it off him before I cum so hard I'll pass out."
Almost as if in a dream I watched as she pressed the cutting edge against my tortured flesh. She gripped my penis in one hand, and then very slowly and deliberately drew the knife toward herself. Before it had moved even a fraction of an inch, the thing seemed to disappear in my flesh as the edge entered me. I knew then that the pain I'd experienced only moments before was nothing. There is no way to explain what I felt then, and my only way to deal with it was to lose consciousness. So that's what I did.
My next memory is of someone slapping me very hard. When my eyes opened, I saw it was my wife who was doing that, while saying forcefully, "Wake up, damn you! I want you to see this, and to know exactly why I'm doing it to you!"
She then told one of the men to hold my head up so I could watch her, and when my eyes were again focused on my crotch, she once again drew the blade across the shaft of my penis. Since the flesh there was so tightly stretched, it didn't take long for her to make the last stroke. She raised my severed penis above her head in celebration, with an explosive, "Yes!"
Almost before I could register the fact that I was no longer a man, she lay back on her side of the bed. As I watched through eyes glazed with pain, she lowered my still-erect penis to her crotch and shoved it in her pussy. As I was passing out for the final time that night, I heard her say, as if from far away, "Mitch, shove it in me with your cock. It's so damned tiny I can't feel it at all." Then as the lights dimmed to black, I heard her moans of pleasure.
There is one other fleeting memory, but again it's probably not a true recollection. As I lost consciousness, I was sure I heard Jen's voice saying, from somewhere far away, "Just take that stuff with you and feed it to your dog. At least it'll finally be good for something." ____________________
As I said, it's been almost a year since the above events took place. I think I've finally begun to accept Janey's explanation for the horrible things I remember her doing to me. I know deep in my heart that she couldn't possibly have done something like that, so have to believe it was entirely the doing of the three men. The police were never able to find them, even though they combed our home for evidence for almost a week. Janey and I couldn't be of much help, since we'd both experienced lots of mental trauma, and our memories were untrustworthy. As evidence of that, just think of what I recall my wife doing to me. She couldn't possibly have done that sort of thing. I know that now.
As for the changes I wrote of earlier, let me list them now.
When I returned from the hospital, about three weeks after I'd been mutilated, the most obvious change was that Jen had moved in with us. Janey explained that my secretary had been the source of lots of emotional support during my time in the hospital, and the two had become such good friends they couldn't bear to be apart. Just how strong was that friendship was demonstrated my first night home.
I made my slow and painful way to our bedroom, reluctant to return to the scene of the crime, as it were. Janey and Jen were already there, both wearing bathrobes after spending the past hour in the hot tub. When my wife saw me heading toward the bed, she said, "You won't be sleeping there anymore, sweetheart. I think it'd be better for you to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed would probably be too crowded with all three of us in it."
I couldn't understand what she was saying for several moments, probably because of the powerful painkillers that were still coursing through my veins. Janey helped me by coming to my side and taking my arm. She guided me to the sleeping place she'd prepared for me, and helped me lie down on the floor. After covering me and kissing me good night, she and Jen both removed their robes and stood looking down at me. They then turned to one another and began hugging and kissing passionately. Finally they walked slowly to the bed and got in it.
They turned off the bedside lamps then, and until I fell asleep many minutes later, I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. At no time did I have any desire to join them. It was just something that was happening between my wife and my former lover. With that thought, I slipped into a troubled sleep, dreaming over and over of my loving wife, time after time, castrating me and then cutting off my cock. I think I've had that dream every night, and it never fails to awaken me in a cold sweat.
My whole outlook on life has changed radically. For example, at work people are constantly telling me I'm a much nicer person now, and much easier to work for than previously. Where I used to consider it a personal attack if a subordinate suggested a change to some software I'd once coded, now I actually think about the suggestions, and in some cases have approved them.
I no longer consider women to be just another "piece of ass," ripe for conquest. I now enjoy engaging in meaningful conversations with them, and have learned that their opinions are just as valid as mine, and in some cases even moreso.
Most of all, though, my relationship with Janey and Jen has changed for the better. They're no longer just walking cunts, but real people, with real hopes and desires. I very much enjoy watching them making love, and learning the difference between love and lust. I just wish it were possible for me to express my love for them in the ways a normal man would do. That time is past, though, and there's nothing I can do about it.
They do allow me to express my affection with the only part of my body that any longer interests them: my mouth. They enjoy bringing men home with them, and then inviting them to their bed. If I have been good, and deserve a reward, they will sometimes allow me to watch how a real man takes care of a woman's needs. If I've been extra good, my reward will be more tangible, and they will allow me to pleasure them as I perform my cleanup duties.
When all is said and done, I have to say that my life is more fulfilling now. However, I would not voluntarily undergo such a night, if I still had my genitals. The pain and humiliation were very great, and even though the outcome has been good, I'd be too much of a coward to ever let such a thing be done to me with my permission and cooperation. I'm sure Janey feels the same way.
Postscript: Even though my husband thinks this manuscript was nothing more than a therapeutic device, and has been destroyed, Jen and I have decided to post it in several places on the Internet. If you're a man reading this, let it serve as a warning to you. Remain faithful to your wife, or you just may be sorry, like my husband. Janey
It's now almost one year since that fateful night, and the changes that have happened in that short space of time are unbelievable. As I look back over that period, the events are almost too much for my mind to understand. My wife, Jane, thinks by writing this account I will be able to come to terms with my new life. Of course, these words will never be read by anyone but me, but she's probably right that just the exercise of writing them will be good.
At the time this story begins, I was a 59-year-old man, successful in every way such things are measured in our society. I was (and still am, for that matter) a highly-placed executive in a large Internet-based company. I have a corner office, which to those of you who know about such things, is a mark of status in nearly all corporations. My personal secretary, Jennifer, was a beautiful 23-year-old girl, and very sexy and willing. So much so, in fact, that she had been my mistress for over a year by that time.
My second wife was what some people would call a "trophy wife." She was 28 years old, and before I married her, five years before, was my personal secretary and mistress. I divorced my first wife because I had lost all interest in her. We'd been married more than 20 years, and during that span she had changed quite a bit. She had become overweight, and had seemed to lose all interest in sex. Her excuse was that there was nothing really interesting in her life as a "show" wife, with her days spent in endless rounds of women's clubs and charity events. She had been consumed with raising our two children up until the time they both left home to attend college, and then began to lead their own lives. After that, her days seemed empty, and rather than use her brain to find new interests, she just let herself go.
She tried to tell me that my own physique had changed for the worse, but of course in my case that was understandable. My job required me to spend hour after hour at my desk, or in meetings with other executives. There was a health club at my company, but I certainly didn't have time in my busy schedule to go there and perform mindless exercises just to maintain the sort of body others found attractive.
After we had been married for a few years, I had noticed that Jane and I weren't as attracted to each other, in a sexual way, as we had been in the earlier years of our marriage. I suppose that's typical of most marriages, and is probably inevitable as women put on the years and pounds. We were still having sexual relations once a week then, which was pretty good for a man of my age, considering that Jen regularly provided oral sex in my office, and more traditional couplings during our long lunch hours a couple of times a week. All-in-all, I was pretty satisfied with my sex life, and assumed Janey and Jen were also.
That my wife was still interested in me was demonstrated by our activities in the two weeks preceding what happened that brought us to where we are today. They seemed to be a bolt from the blue, and were entirely out of character for her, but that didn't make them any less exciting.
We were relaxing in our large hot tub at the time, and I was languidly gazing at her nude body sitting across from me. I remember thinking that she was still fairly attractive, although certainly not as much so as my mistress. Jane was obviously concerned about her appearance, and spent several hours each week in a health club. The results were obvious in her finely-muscled body, and in her healthy skin tone.
Her words surprised me, since, as I said, they were so unexpected. She said, "We should shave our pubic hair, honey. I used to do that when I was a teenager, and always thought it felt so much better than having a bunch of hair down there. Want to try it?"
It took me several seconds to come fully aware, and as I did so, she scooted around the perimeter bench of the tub until she was beside me. She began nuzzling my neck, and lightly playing with my soft cock with one hand. She continued, "I think you'd look really sexy with a bare crotch. Please say you'll let me shave you. I'll make it worth your while if you do."
That last sentence was always her way of telling me that if I did something she asked, then my reward would be extra-good sex. I was more receptive that usual, since Jen had been out of town on vacation for a few days, and I was missing the blow jobs and fucking she always provided several times a week. My cock seemed to think it was a pretty good idea also, and signaled its interest by standing up and looking around.
Finally I agreed to try what she had suggested. She got out of the tub and walked to a vanity cabinet that had been built against one wall of the tub room. As I looked at her swaying globes, I realized she was still quite attractive, and was proud she was my wife. When she returned with the shave cream and safety razor, her firm breasts were swaying in imitation of the mounds on her other side, and looked very delicious to me. As I looked at her crotch, I tried to imagine what charms would be revealed when she had been shaved.
She said she'd shave me first, since she had more experience in that area. After I was smooth, then she'd give me directions for doing the same to her. I lifted myself up and sat on the edge of the tub, with my legs still dangling in the water. Janey got back in, then moved my legs apart and began to spread the cream over my crotch. She seemed to spend extra time on my cock, and given my lack of sex during the past few days, it felt pretty good.
Finally she began to shave me, and it was evident that she did indeed have experience doing that. In no time at all, my pink skin was exposed to the air for the first time in many years. The sensation seemed to make me even more horny, and my big cock bounced back and forth like a metronome when she wasn't holding it still. I was sure the glistening drops on the tip were more than water from the tub, and was more and more looking forward to her "making it worth my while."
All too soon she pronounced me "smooth as a baby," and lifted herself out of the water to also sit on the edge. With no prompting, I assumed her former position, and was soon kneeling on the bottom of the tub, applying shave cream between her widespread legs. Her contented sighs told me how good it felt to receive that sort of attention from her husband, and again I anticipated the sex to come.
It took me several minutes to shave her pussy, and by the time I had completed the job, I was more turned on than ever. Her hoarse whisper to, "Rinse it off," was quickly obeyed, and when she placed both hands on my head and drew it to her crotch, I didn't resist in the least. It seemed so natural to once again be licking her, even though I hadn't done that in several months. Oral sex was a big part of sex with Jen, but it seemed like when my wife and I had sexual relations, it wasn't much more than a quick in-and-out.
This time, I marveled at the much different taste of her pussy when compared to my mistress'. I loved to eat Jen, and she seemed to like it better than fucking. She was the first woman I'd ever known who was capable of having multiple orgasms in the space of an hour, and several times I had even eaten her after we'd had intercourse.
Jen had introduced me to that practice early in our relationship, when my cock was unable to stay hard long enough to give her a second climax. I'll never forget the special thrill I had when she ordered, "If your dick isn't up to it, get down there and use your tongue." I seemed to crave her orders during sex, which seemed odd to me. I knew implicitly that when at work, I was fully in charge, and would brook no resistance from the employees under me. However, when Jen and I were making love, I found it extra exciting to yield to her "whip hand." In fact, there were even times when I wished she actually did have a whip, and would use it on me. Hard to explain that mindset, but that's the way it was.
This night was the first time Janey had ever given me any sort of instructions in a sexual situation, and I was at first surprised, then excited, by the change. I hoped it signaled a new direction for our sexual relations.
The taste of my wife's pussy was different from Jen's, as I said. There was something familiar about it, though, that I couldn't quite identify. It reminded me of the times I'd eaten my secretary's cunt after we'd fucked, but the flavor wasn't quite the same. It seemed to be more than just a woman's taste alone, but I knew there was no way Janey could have anything else in her vagina. I put it down to a lack of oral sex for almost a year, and assumed I'd just forgotten her special flavor. Given this new and exciting turn to our sex life, I thought that maybe I'd become more familiar with her taste in the months to come.
Janey seemed to be much more aroused than usual, and I thought it was probably due to the different type of foreplay we'd had that evening. It had seemed very arousing to watch her plying a razor so close to my genitals, and I guessed that she had the same reaction. Whatever it was, her new level of lust was evidenced by her words as I licked and sucked her pussy.
At one point, she lay back on the floor and put both her legs over my shoulders. That gave me a type of access to her that I'd never had before, and my tongue was quick to begin probing deeper and deeper in her slit and hole. Her thrusts against my lips and tongue became more urgent, and she gasped over and over, "Oh, God! Yes! Eat it! Suck it out of me!" I didn't know just what I was supposed to be sucking from her pussy, but I locked my lips around hers and did my best to comply.
Her orgasm was truly spectacular. Her butt began to bounce off the floor in time to her frantic thrusts, and her thighs locked around my head as if she were trying to crush my skull. Her final cry sounded like, "Now! Eat him!" I obviously misheard her due to the way her legs were pressing against my ears, and I know now she must have said, "Now! Eat it!" That's just what I did. My lips were locked tight to her opening, and as I sucked as strongly as possible, she rewarded my efforts with the strongest, wettest orgasm she'd ever had with me.
She took only a few seconds to recover from her intense release, then took her legs off my shoulders. Again she issued an order, and it was, "Fuck me! Hurry! Put it in me!"
I stood on the underwater bench, and she immediately guided my hardon into her steaming cunt. I had never known her to feel so loose, but didn't give that more than a fleeting thought. My own state of arousal was very nearly the equal to what hers had been only moments before, and in the space of half a dozen thrusts, I felt my cum burst forth from its hiding place. I made one final push to bury my cock as deeply as possible, then reveled in the feel of that wonderful release.
Finally the last spurt of semen had been pumped out of my balls, and I placed my hands on both sides of her body and gasped for breath. Janey had not cooled down at all, and put her hands on my shoulders and began to force me downward. Again she assumed command, saying, "Eat me again! Hurry, I need to cum again! Do it!"
I suppose I hadn't cooled a whole lot in the space of those few seconds, and it seemed a natural thing to do to once again crouch in front of her and begin repeating my actions with my lips and tongue. This time the taste was much different, and it reminded me very strongly of the times I'd eaten my fresh cum from Jen's pussy. I suppose it was the familiarity that allowed me to overcome my initial reluctance, and I was soon servicing her with enthusiasm.
It took her several minutes to reach her second climax of that very-exciting night, and to my memory it was the first time she'd ever done so. Again, I thought it was probably the extra stimulation of the shaving, and the exciting feel of having a bare pussy, that caused her to achieve that level of satisfaction. If so, I was glad it had happened, and hoped it would happen much more in the future. ______________
We continued to have sex several times a week over the next days. Jen was off on a three-week vacation, and I was feeling the deprivation. I missed the daily blow jobs she would give me in my office, as well as the nooners in her apartment. I guess it was a case of my wife being the beneficiary, and the extra attention seemed to be very arousing for her. It was a rare night when she was not much more excited than what had been her norm, and on three other occasions during the next two weeks, she had a second orgasm. I assume it was due to my skill in lovemaking, which had been gained by fucking lots of other women over the years.
Janey seemed to crave oral sex during that time, and I have to admit that I enjoyed giving it to her. Her pussy was always wet for me, and there were times when she was as full of lubrication when I ate her the first time, as she was full of my semen when I ate her the second time. It was a very special feeling for me to know that my attentions were so arousing to her.
There was one day during that period that stands out in my memory. I had taken off work early, for a reason I don't recall now. I arrived home in the middle of the afternoon, and found the door locked, which was unusual. Since I didn't have my house key, I had to ring the doorbell to get my wife to let me in.
When she at last came to the door, her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a bathrobe. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and I feared she was ill. At my question, she replied that she had been napping, and when the doorbell awakened her, she had been startled. That's what made her cheeks appear flushed. That sounded logical to me, so I didn't mention it again.
Janey seemed to be even more aroused than usual that day. She immediately led me to the bedroom, and literally tore off my clothes. Soon we were on the bed, and I was suckling her already-hard nipples. The scent of her pussy seemed to be stronger than ever before, and I was sure she must have been having a wet dream when I rang the doorbell.
She began pushing my head toward her crotch, and I cooperated. I remember wanting nothing more than to once again experience her wonderful taste, and hurried to move my head between her legs.
She introduced a new variation to oral sex that afternoon by pushing me to my back, and then swinging one leg over my head. I barely had time to glance at her crotch before she lowered it to my eager mouth, but in that split second I could see that her juices were literally dripping from her slit. Once again, I knew she was very aroused by our lovemaking, and I was quick to obey when she issued her usual order to, "Eat it! Suck it out of me!"
I had never known her to be that wet before we had fucked, and thought I might drown in all the pussy juices welling forth from her hole. Again and again, she ordered me to lick and suck her clean, and I did my best to do so. When she finally climaxed, it was almost more than I could do to swallow all her precious juices without wasting a single drop.
That sort of activity continued up until the night before our fateful experience, although I didn't come home early again during that span. The night before it happened, Janey said she wasn't feeling well, and that she'd rather not have sex. I sympathized with her, and even though I would have preferred to make love to her, left her alone as we lay in bed.
The next night she made the same excuse, and again I respected her decision. I do remember, however, lying there beside her recalling over and over the delicious taste and wonderful scent of her crotch. My cock was as hard as a rock all the time, and it was almost more than I could do to not masturbate.
Chapter 2
It was less than three hours after falling asleep that I came awake with a start. The bedroom lights were on, and in my confused state, I thought it was broad daylight and that we had overslept. My next thought was that Janey had gotten out of bed and turned on the lights, needing them to make her way to the bathroom.
At that second, I realized there was a man standing beside me, and as I looked to my wife to alert her, saw another standing at her side of the bed. My frantic eyes soon saw a third man standing by the light switch, and I knew it was he who had awakened me. He was holding a briefcase in one massive hand, looking for all the world as if he had come on a sales call.
My next impression was that the three were wearing black masks that hid about half their faces, and then that they were much larger than my normal-sized physique. I had always referred derisively to oversize men who spent countless hours in the gym as "Neandertals," and that was the first word that sprang to my mind right then. It was obvious that any one of them could have beaten me to a pulp if they so desired, and against three of them I had no chance whatsoever.
Janey sat up in bed then, and it seemed to me that she was not as startled, nor as sleepy-eyed as I was. She looked at the three men, then turned to me, saying softly, "Honey, we have to do exactly as they say. Maybe they'll just rob us and leave. Don't do anything."
That had already been my thought, and I lay unmoving, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
That move wasn't long in coming. Moving as one, the two who were standing beside us reached down and grasped the bedclothes. With an easy flick of their wrists, they flipped the covers off the foot of the bed, leaving us exposed to their view. I was wearing only my undershorts, and felt very vulnerable. My wife, though, seemed even more vulnerable as I looked at her.
She was wearing the nightgown she usually slept in, and under that a pair of panties. The gown was made of the sheerest material available, and did nothing to conceal her body. As I looked at her, I could plainly see that her nipples seemed to be extremely hard, and thought maybe that reaction was due to her fear. It seemed odd that a frightening experience would produce that reaction in her, because in me it had the opposite effect. I was sure my penis was retracted so far it would be virtually invisible.
The third man then walked to my side of the bed. He removed something from his back pocket, and when he held it out, I could see it was a pair or handcuffs. My heart sank even further as I guessed their use.
As if in confirmation, the first man reached under my back and lifted me to a sitting position, as easily as if I were a rag doll. He then pulled my hands behind my back, and held them there while his partner fastened the cuff around my wrists. As soon as my arms were released, I was pushed roughly to the mattress, and lay there terrified as I envisioned all the horrible things these invaders were planning to do to my wife and me.
One of the monsters said, "Get naked. Now!" Again I turned to Janey, frantic with my need to protect her from these prying eyes. She looked at me in concern, then said, "Honey, we have to do as they say. We don't have any choice. Please don't make any trouble." There was quite literally nothing I could do, troublesome or otherwise, and continued to lay there frozen by panic.
Janey pulled the nightgown over her head, then quickly reached down and pushed her panties off her lovely body. When she once again looked at me, she nodded her head in assurance. She then moved her hands to my waist, and began to remove my own underwear. Soon we were both naked, lying there exposed to those three pairs of eager eyes. My quick glance at my crotch confirmed my earlier guess, and I could see my cock was by then not much more than just a head stuck on my abdomen. I felt sure that if my pubic hair were still there, even the head would have been invisible.
The three men pointed at my tiny manhood and began laughing. I'm sure I blushed a bright red then, and when my wife looked at my crotch and smiled faintly, probably even more. The shame and the fear were very strong, and I had to fight to keep myself from screaming my rage.
To my utter horror, the three men began to undress themselves. Soon every item of their clothing was lying in three piles on the floor, and their muscular bodies were exposed to our view. Again I couldn't stop my mind from labelling them as Neandertals, and knew their brainpower was probably as small as their muscles were large. However, in this situation, brawn was sure to overcome brains, and I could see no way out of our predicament.
The man who was standing beside Janey picked up her panties. He placed one hand between her legs and indicated by a slight pressure he wanted her to open her crotch. As her legs parted, he balled up the garment and then wiped it up and down her slit. He then handed the thing to her, saying, "Gag him. We don't want to have to listen to him whining when we do you."
She took the panties from him and brought them to my mouth. I shook my head in denial, with my lips clamped together. She said softly, "Honey, please. We have to do what they ask. It's the only way we'll get out of this alive. Please, sweetie."
There was no denying her assessment was correct, and I reluctantly opened my mouth. She shoved the juice-covered thing in place, then held it there while the man beside me wrapped a small cord around my head and tied it over my mouth.
The three then moved to stand at the foot of the bed, with their eyes fixed on my wife. One of them said, "Spread your legs. Play with your tits and your cunt." I gazed in horror at her, sure that order would be too much for her to bear, but instead saw her legs parting even more. Not only did they part, she actually drew up her knees while they were flat on the bed, seeming to offer herself even more to their avid gazes.
One hand dropped to her crotch and the other to her breasts. Soon both were busy following the disgusting orders she'd been given. I realized that her nipples were even more engorged than before, and was sure her fear had increased, causing that reaction. It was soon evident that the odd effect was being felt in her vagina also, since when she switched hands, her fingers were dripping with her juices. She rubbed them on her nipples, and then resumed frigging herself while also pinching and pulling her nipples.
All the while Janey had been following their orders, the men had been fondling their penises and testicles. That attention, combined with the arousing sight my wife was providing for their eyes, soon had their cocks standing at attention.
It was evident to me then just why they had been so amused by the size of my penis. Even the smallest of the three was easily more than two inches longer than my 6" tool. Even more than that, it was very much larger in diameter, almost to the point that I thought it was probably equal in size to my wrist. The other two specimens were even larger in both proportions, and I feared anew for the safety of my wife. Surely she wouldn't be able to handle such large cocks, if indeed they chose to **** her, as now seemed likely to happen.
That such was their intent was demonstrated when the third man said, "Looks like everyone's ready. Who do you want first?"
I thought I'd pass out with fright then, knowing that all three intended to **** Janey. I doubted she'd be able to survive such usage, and frantically racked my brain for a way out of this situation.
She pointed to the man on the right, who had the smallest cock of the three, and said, "I want Jim first." I almost passed out as I heard that, but quickly realized she'd said "him" and not "Jim." It was just my fevered brain running wild that had made me hear her call one of them by name. There was no way in Hell she could ever know people like these.
The man she'd selected quickly got on the bed and positioned himself between her widespread legs. He lowered his crotch to hers, and I saw her reach down and guide him into her pussy. Again I had the thought that the stress of the situation had driven her from her senses, and she couldn't help what she was doing.
That assessment was quickly confirmed as I heard her sigh as her ****** entered her precious body. He slowly pushed the entire thing as deep into her as possible, and even before it had reached its limit, a soft moan issued from her throat. I was sure she was in pain from the horrible stretching, and couldn't help but give voice to it. That was confirmed over and over as the tool moved in and out of her, each thrust being acknowledged by her increasingly loud moans. I was afraid she was in agony, and would soon lose consciousness from the extreme pain.
As the man fucked my wife, her hands seemed to caress his body. I knew, of course, that those movements were actually an attempt to push him away from her, but because of his size, she was unable to do so.
Again and again he thrust into her, and again and again she moaned in accompaniment. After several minutes, her hands dropped to his butt, and actually seemed to be trying to pull him deeper within her. Again, I was convinced she was trying to fight him off, but her movements were ineffectual.
The man's own moaning was getting louder by the second, and I was sure he was approaching his climax. Since that was the only way to get him out of, and off, her, I prayed for it to happen as soon as possible. I didn't have long to wait, for at that very instant, he made one final thrust to bury his cock as deeply inside my wife as possible. His gasps for breath matched hers, but his were of pleasure and hers were of panicked fear.
I saw her try to raise her crotch off the bed in an attempt to dislodge her ******. At that moment, the pain she was feeling must have become much greater, because her fingernails dug into her attacker's backside. She gave one long moan, then her body dropped to the bed and she was silent. I feared she had passed out, but was reassured when she turned her head to look at me, with her love evident in her eyes. I knew then that we could get through this.
He finally lifted his muscle-bound body off her, and slowly climbed off the bed. Without a word being said, Janey pointed to one of the others, who had the next-larger cock. I could see the logic in her choice, and knew she wanted to take them in order of penis size, since that would allow her vagina to stretch before it had to accept the largest of the three.
The second man almost leapt onto the bed, and soon she was guiding his penis inside her. Unlike the first ******, he didn't enter her slowly, but instead rammed his cock as deep as possible with the first thrust. In the silence I could hear the squishing sound it made as it encountered the semen his partner had so recently deposited in my wife. That sound was soon covered, however, by Janey's renewed moans of pain.
At one point, she said something that sounded like, "Oh, God, Bill." Again I knew my fevered brain hadn't heard her correctly, and she told me several days later that she had actually said "kill" and not "Bill." She said she was pleading with God to kill her ****** to save her the shame and pain. I'm sure that's the correct explanation, because, again, it would have been all but impossible for her to have known the man.
Again her hands seemed to pull the man deeper into her as she tried to fight him off. Her moaning was not as intense during the second ****, which I attributed to the stretching from the first man. Obviously her pain wasn't as great, which was at least a small favor.
Finally the second man released his seed deep within her, and slowly got off the bed. Janey pointed to the third man, and he quickly mounted her. Again she fought with him, but her hands wouldn't obey her brain, and cupped his butt cheeks with surprising force. He was obviously more aroused than the other two had been, probably from watching the ravishment of my wife. His groans and gasps seemed to come in less than two minutes after he'd entered her, and as his partners had done, he made one final mighty thrust to bury his manhood as deeply inside her as possible. Given the size of the thing, I was sure she was in great pain, and thought her moans were evidence of that.
It was at that point I realized my penis was erect. Why the traitorous thing thought there was anything arousing about my wife being ***** by three men as she lay beside me was beyond my ability to understand. Janey was obviously of the same opinion, because as soon as the third man had climbed off her, she looked directly at my cock bobbing back and forth. The look of disgust on her face made me think of myself as less of a man, and I knew I deserved her contempt.
She rolled to her side facing me, squeezing her legs tightly together. She placed one hand on my testicles, and then squeezed seemingly with all her might. I was sure she was trying to punish them for seeming to indicate their approval of the horrible triple **** she'd just endured. At that moment, I shared her feelings, and had my hands been free, would probably have punished my balls even more than she was doing.
After several seconds, she said softly, "Honey, I haven't taken a birth-control pill for three days, because my stomach was upset. I can't bear the thought of getting pregnant and having their babies. You have to help me."
She then set up in bed and moved closer to me. She untied the cord that was holding her panties in my mouth, and then withdrew them. As I watched in horror, she swung one leg over my body, and then moved her crotch directly above my face. Between her widespread legs, I could see her pouting pussy lips, bright red with the torture they'd just been given. The sperm the three had deposited in her pussy was beginning to leak out, and was by then coating her vagina with glistening highlights.
She lowered her pussy to my mouth then, saying, "Please, sweetie. You've got to get every drop out of me. I just can't have their babies. Please help me. Please."
Although sickened to the very bottom of my soul, I knew that her fears were accurate. Three days without the birth-control drugs in her system could very well render her vulnerable to impregnation. I knew I had to help her avoid the Hell of being pregnant because of this multiple ****.
My tongue slowly extended from my mouth, and licked up the first of their combined juices. I heard her gasp at the contact, then say explosively, "Yes! Thank you, honey. I was afraid you wouldn't do it." She then began to slowly move her slit across my mouth, seemingly guiding my efforts to get every single drop of the foul slime.
When she was sure I'd licked up and swallowed all the cum on the outside of her vagina, she centered the hole over my mouth. By that time, her moaning was almost continuous, and her hands were gripping my head tightly, as if trying to pull it inside her, where the three large cocks had been so recently. She paused in her moaning to say passionately, "Suck it! Oh, God, it feels so good! Suck it out of me! Get every drop of their cum out of my pussy! Do it!"
I sucked with all my might, all the while feeling her engorged clitoris rubbing against my nose. Her sighs and moans become almost continuous, and finally I felt her shudder. Her thighs locked tightly around my head, almost crushing it in her passion. At that moment, I felt a gush of cum as it was forced into my mouth, and I swallowed as rapidly as possible before the next spasm filled me again.
I don't know how much of the vile stuff I sucked out of her that night, but it surely wasn't the gallons it seemed at the time. It surely couldn't have been more than a few teaspoons of slime, but that wasn't the way it seemed then. Even with my disgust at what I'd been forced to do to prevent my wife's pregnancy, there was an odd thought in the back of my brain. I was sure that the taste was somehow familiar, and could think of no explanation. It was probably the fact that some of the juices were hers that made me think that.
Janey slowly raised herself from my face, and moved to the bed beside me, crouching on her knees. As her eyes cleared, she picked up her balled-up panties and brought them to my mouth once again. She said softly, "Let me get these in your mouth again, sweetheart."
I simply couldn't imagine why she wanted to gag me again, and didn't open my mouth. At that moment I felt a shooting pain in my balls that was worse than I ever imagined could happen. I quickly looked down to my crotch, and saw that one of the men had gripped my testicles in one of his hands, and was squeezing them with all his might. She said, "Better open your mouth, honey. He'll pop them if you don't."
It was beyond my power to resist any further, and my mouth dropped open. Janey quickly stuffed the underwear in their former place, then re-tied the cord around my head to hold them there. She said something very softly that sounded like, "Now you'll be lots quieter." When I questioned her about that several days later, she didn't recall saying such a thing. She thought that she had said something about my being gagged would make the men leave quicker.
One of the men placed the briefcase on the bed beside me, and then opened it. My wife raised her eyes to the man, almost as if expectantly waiting for something. I looked at him also, and saw he had removed a folded piece of plastic sheeting from the case. At her nod, he handed the thing to her, and she opened it to a square about 6' on each side.
The other two men took one of my legs each and spread them to the sides of the bed. They then lifted my feet high in the air, until my butt was off the bed. Janey then placed the plastic under me, centering it on my crotch. As soon as that was accomplished, the men took short lengths of rope from the briefcase, and used it to tie my ankles to the rails of the beds, holding me wide open for whatever was to come next. I could only hope they wanted to secure me in that way so they could have an uninterrupted period to ransack the house.
My wife then began to caress and fondle my genitals, and I felt them respond to her touch. Even though I had been very erect before, when the Neandertal had squeezed my nuts, my cock had shrunk. Now as she played with me, my penis seemed to grow even larger than it had been before. Soon it was at its 6" maximum, which looked pretty pitiful beside the three other cocks in the room. They were still erect, even though they'd shot their loads deep inside my wife only minutes before.
One of the men held out a small cord to Janey, and she ceased her fondling to take it in her hands. The man then gripped my cock and balls tightly in one of his huge hands, and began to lift upward. The effect was to stretch me more than I ever thought possible, and I knew that he had actually lifted my butt off the plastic sheeting Janey had placed under me.
He instructed her to tie the cord around the base of my genitals, and she moved to obey, moving almost as if in a fog. She wrapped the thing twice around my stretched flesh, as close as she could get it to my body, then used all her strength to pull the ends. A knot was quickly formed in the cord, and then a second cord was tied in the same manner about 1/2" above the first. She and the man both withdrew their hands then, and surveyed their handiwork.
Chapter 3
As I looked down at my penis, I saw it was still erect, but instead of standing proudly from my crotch, it was lying over on its side, against one of my legs. It was an odd sight, and seemed funny to the men. They began to point and laugh at my pitiful-looking cock, and even Janey joined in. I could only assume she was almost out of her head in reaction to what had been done to her.
The third man reached into the case once again, and this time he brought out a razor knife which was a duplicate of one I'd used in model building in my childhood. As I realized what they intended to do to me, my terror knew no bounds, and I began to struggle to get off the bed. One of the men simply placed his massive hand on my chest, and held me pinned down as easily as if I were a child.
What happened after that point is unclear in my memory. Janey has told me over and over that what seem to be memories are entirely false. When I recall her doing those things to me, she says it didn't happen that way at all. I have to trust her, and can only believe her when she says that she was held down on the bed just as I, and it was the three men who actually did everything after that point.
I seemed to clearly hear her say, "I want to castrate him first. Tell me how to do it."
One of the giants gave very clear instructions to guide her in opening my sac. As she followed his directions, I remember raising my head and watching her actions. She first inserted the point of the knife blade in my sac right below my cock, and in the center of the thing. She then very slowly drew the blade downward, leaving a trail of fire behind. One of the doctors who treated me told me that it was only because my genitals were numb from being tied off that I was able to remain conscious throughout the process. However, that consciousness was no gift, and I have wished many times that I could simply have blacked out.
In my memory, Janey kept cutting along the center line of my sac, continuing until she had reached the base of my penis. At that point she began to trace a line around the neck of the thing, until finally she had returned to where she started.
Even with all the pain that gave me, it was nothing compared to what came next. Again she was given instructions, and after carefully inserting the point of the blade under the skin of my scrotum, she began to slowly peel it off with one hand while cutting away the connective tissue with the other. She paused only to place the first flap of skin in a glass jar one of the men was holding, and then methodically repeated her actions to remove the second.
My horrified eyes looked at my crotch, seeing what were obviously my balls wrapped in a gray-white membrane. After receiving more directions, Janey inserted the knife point in that membrane and repeated the cuts she'd made earlier. Soon that piece had been peeled away and dropped in the jar. My balls were then revealed in all their sickening splendor.
The things were bright red by then, but with overtones of purple and gray. The cords were a horrible yellow-white in color. Janey didn't seem as repelled as I, but stared in fascination at them. Finally she raised her eyes to her instructor, and I heard him say, "Grab one of them and stretch it out. Cut the cord as far up as you can."
As I watched in a hypnotized state, her hand slowly dropped to my ruined crotch and viciously closed around one of my precious eggs. She squeezed until a loud pop was actually heard in the room, and even with the numbness there, the flash of pain that shot through my groin was horrible.
Through pain-glazed eyes, I saw her stretch the thing as far as she could, seeming to want to make it touch my toes. Finally, when it would stretch no farther, she held the blade against the cord, as close as she could to my body. With no sound whatsoever, she moved the blade across the cord, and I saw her hand jerk slightly as the tension was released. She then held the severed teste up for everyone to see before dropping it in the jar.
The second ball was given the same treatment as the first. Even though I knew what to expect, that didn't make it any easier to bear. It was almost a relief when it joined its lifelong mate in the jar.
She then moved the blade to the shaft of my cock, centering it between the two cords she'd tied so tightly there only minutes before. I heard her say, "I've got to do this right now, or I'll start cumming and won't be able to. I've wanted to do this to him ever since I found out he was cheating on me. If I'd known it would be this exciting, I'd have done it years ago. I've got to hurry and get it off him before I cum so hard I'll pass out."
Almost as if in a dream I watched as she pressed the cutting edge against my tortured flesh. She gripped my penis in one hand, and then very slowly and deliberately drew the knife toward herself. Before it had moved even a fraction of an inch, the thing seemed to disappear in my flesh as the edge entered me. I knew then that the pain I'd experienced only moments before was nothing. There is no way to explain what I felt then, and my only way to deal with it was to lose consciousness. So that's what I did.
My next memory is of someone slapping me very hard. When my eyes opened, I saw it was my wife who was doing that, while saying forcefully, "Wake up, damn you! I want you to see this, and to know exactly why I'm doing it to you!"
She then told one of the men to hold my head up so I could watch her, and when my eyes were again focused on my crotch, she once again drew the blade across the shaft of my penis. Since the flesh there was so tightly stretched, it didn't take long for her to make the last stroke. She raised my severed penis above her head in celebration, with an explosive, "Yes!"
Almost before I could register the fact that I was no longer a man, she lay back on her side of the bed. As I watched through eyes glazed with pain, she lowered my still-erect penis to her crotch and shoved it in her pussy. As I was passing out for the final time that night, I heard her say, as if from far away, "Mitch, shove it in me with your cock. It's so damned tiny I can't feel it at all." Then as the lights dimmed to black, I heard her moans of pleasure.
There is one other fleeting memory, but again it's probably not a true recollection. As I lost consciousness, I was sure I heard Jen's voice saying, from somewhere far away, "Just take that stuff with you and feed it to your dog. At least it'll finally be good for something." ____________________
As I said, it's been almost a year since the above events took place. I think I've finally begun to accept Janey's explanation for the horrible things I remember her doing to me. I know deep in my heart that she couldn't possibly have done something like that, so have to believe it was entirely the doing of the three men. The police were never able to find them, even though they combed our home for evidence for almost a week. Janey and I couldn't be of much help, since we'd both experienced lots of mental trauma, and our memories were untrustworthy. As evidence of that, just think of what I recall my wife doing to me. She couldn't possibly have done that sort of thing. I know that now.
As for the changes I wrote of earlier, let me list them now.
When I returned from the hospital, about three weeks after I'd been mutilated, the most obvious change was that Jen had moved in with us. Janey explained that my secretary had been the source of lots of emotional support during my time in the hospital, and the two had become such good friends they couldn't bear to be apart. Just how strong was that friendship was demonstrated my first night home.
I made my slow and painful way to our bedroom, reluctant to return to the scene of the crime, as it were. Janey and Jen were already there, both wearing bathrobes after spending the past hour in the hot tub. When my wife saw me heading toward the bed, she said, "You won't be sleeping there anymore, sweetheart. I think it'd be better for you to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed would probably be too crowded with all three of us in it."
I couldn't understand what she was saying for several moments, probably because of the powerful painkillers that were still coursing through my veins. Janey helped me by coming to my side and taking my arm. She guided me to the sleeping place she'd prepared for me, and helped me lie down on the floor. After covering me and kissing me good night, she and Jen both removed their robes and stood looking down at me. They then turned to one another and began hugging and kissing passionately. Finally they walked slowly to the bed and got in it.
They turned off the bedside lamps then, and until I fell asleep many minutes later, I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. At no time did I have any desire to join them. It was just something that was happening between my wife and my former lover. With that thought, I slipped into a troubled sleep, dreaming over and over of my loving wife, time after time, castrating me and then cutting off my cock. I think I've had that dream every night, and it never fails to awaken me in a cold sweat.
My whole outlook on life has changed radically. For example, at work people are constantly telling me I'm a much nicer person now, and much easier to work for than previously. Where I used to consider it a personal attack if a subordinate suggested a change to some software I'd once coded, now I actually think about the suggestions, and in some cases have approved them.
I no longer consider women to be just another "piece of ass," ripe for conquest. I now enjoy engaging in meaningful conversations with them, and have learned that their opinions are just as valid as mine, and in some cases even moreso.
Most of all, though, my relationship with Janey and Jen has changed for the better. They're no longer just walking cunts, but real people, with real hopes and desires. I very much enjoy watching them making love, and learning the difference between love and lust. I just wish it were possible for me to express my love for them in the ways a normal man would do. That time is past, though, and there's nothing I can do about it.
They do allow me to express my affection with the only part of my body that any longer interests them: my mouth. They enjoy bringing men home with them, and then inviting them to their bed. If I have been good, and deserve a reward, they will sometimes allow me to watch how a real man takes care of a woman's needs. If I've been extra good, my reward will be more tangible, and they will allow me to pleasure them as I perform my cleanup duties.
When all is said and done, I have to say that my life is more fulfilling now. However, I would not voluntarily undergo such a night, if I still had my genitals. The pain and humiliation were very great, and even though the outcome has been good, I'd be too much of a coward to ever let such a thing be done to me with my permission and cooperation. I'm sure Janey feels the same way.
Postscript: Even though my husband thinks this manuscript was nothing more than a therapeutic device, and has been destroyed, Jen and I have decided to post it in several places on the Internet. If you're a man reading this, let it serve as a warning to you. Remain faithful to your wife, or you just may be sorry, like my husband. Janey
