“Hello Darling,” shouted Judy as she bounced out of the barn, “Good drive?”

“Hellish Sweetie. But it's good to be back.”

He grabbed his suitcase from the car and they walked back to the farmhouse hand in hand. Judy kicked off her wellingtons in the porch.

“I'm filthy,” she said, and pulled him towards the stairs. “Lets shower together. There's lots to talk about.” She dashed up the stairs ahead of him, taking the steps two at a time and leaving a trail of bits of hay.

“Okay Judy, but I hope you haven't got too much organised. I was rather hoping to take it easy this weekend.”

He had to step over her clothes in the bathroom doorway. She was already in the shower.

“You've caught the sun Judy. Your back's a bit red.”

“I got that gardening yesterday. Digging for England!”

He started taking off his suit trousers, and smiled at the sight of her naked body as she washed her long hair.

“Dangerous when wet,” he said.

“What?" she shouted.”

“You're a lovely sight.” he replied.

A moment later he joined her in the shower. They lathered each other's bodies.

“Rampant already!” she said, taking hold of his erect penis.

“I've missed you,” he said.

Judy felt the hardness of his cock.

“That bloody Henry's rampant all the bloody time too.”

Jeff laughed.

“I love it when you swear about the horse Judy. But we were warned that he'd become a bit of a handful if he wasn't gelded.”

Judy squeezed his cock again.

“He's got even more of a handful than you have,” she teased.

“Maybe, but I make tea for you in the morning,” said Jeff. “Henry wouldn't.”

Judy laughed and carried on washing.

“He was making a heck of a fuss today. Those girls rode by again. I think one of their mares is in season. Poor old Henry was running around the field with a hard-on and whinneying like anything.”

Judy started washing Jeff's back with the big sponge.

“You're going to have to get him done you know Judy.”

“That's what Sheila said when she came over for coffee this morning. She's offered to do it for us... but...”

Jeff turned round.

“I'll wash you now...” he said, “It's okay, I'll be careful with your sunburn... but what Judy?”

“Oh I don't know. It just doesn't seem fair. He's such a good boy really.”

Jeff shook his head.

“It's not a punishment.” He put the sponge on it's rack and turned her round to face him. “What are you frowning about Jude?”

She resumed soaping herself and he let the water run over his body while he waited for her to speak.

“Oh, I really don't want to bring up old stuff...”

He grabbed the sponge, spun her around again and started washing her back.

“Come on Jude. What is it?” he said.

“Well, when you had that affair...”

Jeff stopped, then carried on sponging Judy's back a little harder than before.

“I thought castration would be a jolly good punishment for you Jeffrey,” she said, “And I still think you deserve it more than poor dear Henry does.”

Jeff stopped and stood there looking slightly taken aback, with the sponge dripping in his hand. Judy turned, and couldn't help but notice his cock. It was pointing at her.

“I've tried to forgive you Jeff but...” She looked at his face again. He was blushing.

“Well I have forgiven you...” she said, “You know I have, but it still feels like you just kind of got away with it.”

Again, Judy found herself staring at Jeff's erection.

“I know you still hurt over that, Jude... Look Honey... I'd gladly offer you my balls...”

She took hold of his cock and balls with both hands and looked up at him quizzically.

“Would you Jeff?”

Jeff was watching the water run off her hair onto her breasts. Her nipples had that hard, rubbery, chewable look about them.

“I'd never have dreamed of telling you Jude... It's a bit..” he hesitated, “It's kind of a kinky fantasy of mine...” his cock pulsed in her hand, “I assumed you'd think I'm...”

“As kinky as me?” she giggled.

“It's not the sort of thing people do, is it?” He put his hands on her shoulders. Her face was as red as his now, and her lips were quivering as she tried to find words.

“It seems to have become my favourite fantasy too Jeff.”

He shook his head in speechless amazement, then kissed her, but their kiss dissolved into laughter.

She gave his balls another little squeeze and his cock twitched in response. Then she suddenly went wide eyed and stiffened.

“Oops. I need to go and look at that stew. Got to wash quick. We'll talk more about this after dinner.”

Each of them tried to think of something to say over dinner, but the best they could do was exchange smiles across the kitchen table. Eventually, Jeff broke the silence:

“Stew's wonderful Jude.”

“So are you,” she said with a grin.

“Not as wonderful as you,” he said.

Her bare toes touched his calf. He tried to carry on eating as her toes worked their way up his leg and into his crotch. She had to lean back in her chair, but she reached the crotch of his jeans and felt his hardness with her toes.

“Still excited!” she said.

Jeff blushed.

“Sorry.” she said, and sat up. “I'll try to leave you alone until later.”

They collapsed into laughter again.

Judy poured them both a whisky and sat on the sofa beside him.

“So what did Sheila say about... the horse?” he said, and took a sip of his whisky. Judy took a sip of hers and grinned at him.

“I think we ought to talk about us,” she said.

Jeff nodded.

“Yes, you're right. We haven't been very good at that have we?”

“Obviously not,” said Judy. "When I told Sheila that I fantasise about...”

Jeff froze, his whisky glass near his lips.

“About you being...” Judy smiled, “castrated...” The word hung in the air.

“You told Sheila?” Jeff looked astonished.

“Yes,” smiled Judy. “Sheila and I talk about all sorts of things. It's okay. I trust her to keep a secret.”

Jeff shuffled around on the sofa.

“I've never told anyone about my fantasies...”

Judy grabbed his hand.

“I think that's why I haven't been able to tell you mine... But, look, we don't have to talk about this if you're uncomfortable...”

“No, it's okay Jude. It's just that... well... it makes me feel all hot and bothered...”

“Me too Jeff, but there's no hurry... We can take our time.”

He gave her a thankful look.

“We will Jude.” He took another swig of his whisky. “So, what did Sheila say about... about Henry?”

Judy smiled.

“She seems to think there's nothing to it.”

“Well,” said Jeff. “She does work at the vets. And seriously sweetheart, he's very strong now. Don't you think you should let her do whatever it is she has to do?”

Judy fidgeted around until she sat cross legged on the sofa beside him. She stared into her whisky.

“I told Sheila that I didn't want to hurt him. She said it wouldn't be painful for him because she'll give him a local anaesthetic.” Judy took a sip of her whisky and continued. “She says she uses a castrating tool that nips the edge of the scrotum and crushes the cords to the balls so they lose their blood supply and shrivel up. It's simpler and cheaper than surgery and she says he'll get over it quite quickly.”

Jeff put his hand on Judy's knee.

“So what are you waiting for?”

Judy looked up at him through one eye.

“I know I shouldn't get my fantasies muddled up in this, but I have a... Well, it's a fantasy that involves you being gelded as well.”

They watched each other's faces.

“It is ridiculous Jude...” smiled Jeff. Then seeing her face fall, “I don't mean the fantasy's ridiculous Jude. We've had the same fantasy and didn't know it.”

Judy let out a giggle and shook her head.

“I know. I've been feeling really guilty about fantasising about having you castrated... and all this time... you actually like the idea!”

“I know I ought to be horrified,” said Jeff, “but the idea really turns me on.”

“Clearly,” said Judy, as she let her fingers trace the outline of his hard cock on the thigh of his jeans. “It turns me on too, Jeff.” She took his free hand and guided it under the thin cotton of her Indian skirt. She wasn't wearing knickers and his fingers found her vulva moist and slippery.

“I never would have dared mentioned it to you Jeff, but I... I masturbate to this idea... quite often.”

He smiled at her, took another swig of whisky, then he got up to pour them both a top-up. He smiled, shook his head, and scratched his chin.

“Thing is... ever since...” continued Judy, “You know... when you screwed that... Jeff, you know, after that... I was really angry... I didn't want anything to do with sex... ”

“I know,” Jeff looked into his glass and nodded.

“It was last summer after Sheila brought up the subject of castrating Henry... I masturbated for the first time in a long time... and I was thinking of you... It was after that that we had sex for the first time since... Do you remember?”

He finished her sentence.

“It had been a long time Jude. I was so nervous I came within ten seconds...”

Judy smiled.

“Yes. I was secretly really flattered by that.”

She kissed his hand and continued.

“To be honest Jeff, I could tell you still felt properly wretched, but there was nothing I could do.”

“I didn't know how to make it up to you Jude.”

“Time heals many wounds Jeff... and I know you've regretted it... and you've been good...” she kissed his hand again, “But my fantasy about you being castrated... Well it's more about you submitting to being castrated... I don't know...”

“You need to get even?” suggested Jeff.

“Getting even would be having a fling with another man. No thanks!” She shook her head, “But I guess I've always felt it would be more fair if you volunteered to pay a forfeit of some kind.”

“Like giving you my balls?” he said, grinning.

“Exactly. It would be a sort of poetic justice.”

He grinned and nodded. The whisky was loosening his inhibitions.

“That's probably exactly why it occurred to me...” he said.

She reached across and took hold of the belt on his jeans and pulled him towards her.

“I've looked into it on the internet Jeff. Some men get castrated simply because they want to lower their sex drive.”

“I know.” said Jeff. He stroked her hair. She continued.

“And I would feel easier about you being up in London during the week if...”

He smiled at her.

“If you knew I wasn't such a randy beast?”

She nodded.

“Yes.”

He looked down into his glass.

“I do get frustrated at times...”

“Yes, and you take your secretary to lunch...” Jeff's mouth dropped open. He blushed.

“She told you? When?”

Judy frowned at him.

“She sent me a text within ten minutes. She also told me that you look at her tits.”

Jeff opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and shook his head.

“How did you get her to report on me?”

“At the office party. I told her she had to tell me the moment you step out of line. I told her I was having you watched.”

Jeff was looking aghast. Judy smiled triumphantly.

“That Susan's not very bright is she Jeff?”

“But she does have nice tits..." said Jeff, with a grin.

Judy jumped up and yanked up her silk T shirt.

“So do I,” she protested.

Jeff grinned and weighed her breasts with his hands.

“Yours are the best Jude... And bigger than Susan's”.

Judy dropped her shirt and shook a clenched fist at him.

“See how it is?” she said. “We try to joke about it, but it does feel like you'll always have one over on me.”

“You know I'd do anything to restore your faith in me Jude.”

Judy placed her hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“Even offer me your balls?”

Jeff smiled and nodded. She wound her arms round his neck and kissed his mouth. Then she looked him in the eye.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

He gave her a sheepish look.

“I've probably read as much about it as you have Jude.”

“I doubt it...” said Judy, and they both chuckled.

“You've no idea Jude... There's nothing I'd like more in the whole world... But I can't just go to the doctor and ask him...”

Judy kissed him on the cheek.

“Of course not silly... But Sheila can do it.”

She watched his face and carried on talking.

“I told Sheila about my fantasy... She said it sounds hot to her. It's alright, she won't breathe a word to anyone...” Jeff picked up the whisky bottle and glasses. “So I asked if she could do your balls as well as the horse's, like for real, and she said that as long as we don't tell anyone, and that you really want it too...”

Jeff's hands trembled as he offered Judy the bottle and glass. She shook her head and he put the bottle down again.

“She said yes.” Judy nodded and grinned. “Put the glasses down before you drop them Jeff.”

Judy pulled his shirt off and then unbuckled his belt. She dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans down. His cock sprang out, and as he stepped out of his jeans she took his rigid erection in her hand. It oozed a little pre-cum and she gave it a rub with her fingers. She took his ball sac in her other hand, found one of his ball cords with her finger and thumb and looked up at him.

“Would you really agree to it?”

He smiled at her and nodded.

“Yes I would Jude... But it's a really big thing I'd be doing for you.”

“Really big,” she said, addressing his cock.

“In my version of this fantasy,” he continued, “you have to do something for me... To make it a tiny bit more fair... If you see what I mean.”

“Judy was looking him in the eye as she started stripping off her own clothes.

“What?”

“Well,” he said, “I do have other sexual fantasies you know.”

They stood there face to face.

“And I bet they don't involve me,” she said, pretending to sulk.

He chuckled.

“Actually, they do Jude. One of my favourites... but it's also very taboo... I was never going to tell you...”

She took hold of his balls again and squeezed gently.

“All right, I'll tell you,” he said.

She relaxed her grip.

“Go on,” she said.

“Well it is a bit kinky...”

“I don't care,” she said, “so long as it doesn't involve my having sex with another man.”

He gave her a sheepish grin.

“Actually, it isn't another man... I was thinking of another... horse...”

He waited for her reaction.

“You mean Henry?”

Jeff grinned.

Judy smiled, and then laughed. And, trying to compose herself, looked him in the eye again.

“Okay,” she said.

His jaw dropped.

“Really? You'd have a go with Henry...?”

She nodded, and noticed that his cock was stiffening again.

“You really like that idea don't you?” she said. “And I thought I was the kinky one

around here.”

Jeff was blushing again.

“I know it's really kinky...” he said,” but you do often say what a splendid erection Henry has...”

She took hold of Jeff's cock.

“He does. And so do you lover.”

She pushed him back on the sofa and climbed onto his lap. She rubbed her pussy on his hard cock.

“So... Let's get this right,” she smiled. “You watch me... get it on with Henry... Then you'll let Sheila do your balls?”

She took his cock and placed the head between her inner lips, then she waited teasingly. He pushed his hips and she allowed the tip of his cock to enter her.

“Yes,” he smiled up at her.

She slowly lowered herself onto his rigid cock and he let out a long moan of pleasure.

“You haven't felt so good since...”

“She put her finger to his lips.

“Nor have you, my lovely kinky husband.”

She ground her hips round and round to feel his cock deep inside her. Then he rolled her over and laid her on the sofa and kneeling between her spread thighs he entered her again.

“I haven't been so turned on with you... for ages,” he said.

“So, you'd like to see Henry's big cock going into my pussy?” she suggested.

“Oh yes,” he said.

She pushed her pussy at him so as to get him in deeper.

“I can't just let Henry jump on my back and fuck me like he'd fuck a mare Jeff, but Sheila and I have discussed various ways of doing it with a horse.”

Jeff stopped thrusting.

“You've discussed that with Sheila too?”

“There's not much we don't discuss, I'm afraid,” she giggled.

He picked her up from the sofa and stood on the fur rug and held her in his arms. She hung onto his neck, crossed her ankles behind his back, and rode his hard cock. He grunted as he thrust his penis up into her.

“And you think you'll get his cock inside you?” Jeff asked between thrusts.

“I don't know,” said Judy. “But I'll give it a go, if you...”

Jeff hugged her to him and they kissed passionately. He stopped thrusting.

“I don't want to come just yet Jude. This is so good I want to make it last.”

She tried not to squeeze his cock with her cunt.

“So do I,” she said. “I don't want you to come until we've discussed the whole deal.”

He lowered her to the fur rug and lay down beside her. He looked up at the ceiling.

Judy laid her head on his stomach and kissed the head of his cock. She gave it a suck and kissed it again.

“Mmm. Tastes nice.”

“Let me hear what you and Sheila have planned for me then,” he said. “You can masturbate while you tell me if you like.”

“Thanks a lot,” she said, and bit his cock head fairly hard.”

“Oww,” he yelped.

“Serves you right,” she giggled. “Like, I need your permission to wank, do I?”

“Oh, you know Jude. It was only a suggestion. I'm sorry, but I'm really randy.”

“I know,” said Judy, “and it's lovely that you want to see me to wank.”

She kissed his penis again.

“Oh Jeff. We haven't really talked like this before. This is so hot.”

She took another suck on his cock, this time taking it to the back of her throat before biting and grazing the shaft with her teeth as she slowly withdrew it.

“I never thought you'd entertain the idea...”

Jeff finished her sentence:

“Of giving you my balls?”

“Yes,” said Judy. She sat up, threw a leg over him, sat astride his hips and rubbed her wet cunt on the shaft of his cock. He grabbed a cushion off the sofa and put it behind his head to get a better view. She opened her inner lips with her fingers and slowly rubbed her clit with a slippery finger.

“Well...Sheila will give you an injection so it won't be too painful when your ball cords get nipped with that clamp of hers.” She smiled down at him as she circled her clitoris with her index finger. “And then you'll be... My gelding.” Judy was rubbing her clit fast now.

“Slow down Jude... You do realise what effect it will have on me?”

Judy stopped rubbing her clit and moved back to sit on the floor between his legs. She took hold of his cock and balls.

“Yes. These naughty balls will shrivel up over the next few months and then you won't be led astray by this.”

She squeezed his erect cock.

“I'll become impotent.”

His cock twitched in her hand.

“Not immediately... But yes. I'll have tamed this little beast,” she said, with a sparkle in her eye. “It's the least you deserve for letting another woman have a go with with this lovely cock of mine Jeffrey.”

He smiled at her.

“I love the idea that you feel my cock and balls belong to you Jude... I know this would seem strange to a lot of people, but I feel honoured that you want me, and particularly so if you want me castrated... Ever since I cheated on you I've felt guilty and there was no way of making it up to you, until now. It really feels like you want our relationship to be even and honest and fair, just as much as I do... Your wanting to castrate me means you're willing to make a sacrifice too.”

“Oh Jeff... Of course I am. But do shut up and fuck me.”

Jeff laughed and pushed her onto her back.

“Because once I'm castrated... I probably won't be able to do this...”

His rampant cock plunged into her again and again.

“Ohh,” she gasped. “You'd... really... Oh... let me... castrate you?”

“Yes”

“Oh... fuck me... hard.”

“I love.. you,” he grunted as he fucked her, “I love it... that you want... my balls.”

After a minute of fast fucking he slowed right down, and with his cock buried deep in her, continued to fuck her slowly and rhythmically, with the base of his cock massaging her clit. Judy's cunt relaxed as he continued to thrust and thrust.

“You want to see Henry stretch me out with his big cock?”

Jeff's breathing quickened.

“Oh... Yes.”

“After that... your cock...” Judy's orgasm was approaching fast, “will feel tiny... And it will get even smaller... 'cos you'll be... castrated...”

Jeff gripped her shoulders and pulled her down onto his cock so that she could feel it swell and pulse inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. The convulsions of her vagina caused Jeff to explode into her.

Will Jeff get to see Judy get it on with Henry? Will he pay with his balls? Will Henry lose his too?

To be continued.