Kevin and Karen

I want to tell you a story. Come sit here beside me on the couch, and I'll entertain you while I sip my after-dinner wine, and you drink the diet supplement I made for you. Gotta look out for your health, you know.

My story is about our neighbors, Kevin and Karen, and at the time it begins, they'd been married less than ten years, but considered themselves as "old marrieds", and probably quite normal in all respects. Like many couples nowadays, they had freely chosen to have no children, and were completely happy with that decision. It meant they didn't have to be quiet when they had sex, which was usually two or three times a week, and almost always at Kevin's instigation. It also meant that they were financially secure, since they didn't have all the expenses associated with bearing and raising kids. All things considered, they were pretty happy.

It was Kevin's habit to have nights out with "the boys" on a weekly basis, and he probably thought of such things as one of the "rights" enjoyed by men everywhere. That he expected Karen to wait at home, or maybe to have a girlfriend over for coffee and conversation, seemed the normal state of affairs to him. It was how things were done in his boyhood home, and also in the homes of his work associates and friends.

One of his regular friends was Harry, a neighbor a few houses down the block. They both worked for the same large company, and enjoyed spending time, on their nights out, at bowling alleys, pool halls, and the occasional topless nightclub. Neither of them thought of ogling a young girl's tits as any sort of infidelity, but rather a harmless way of letting off steam, and relieving the stresses of the workday. The fact that they both always wanted sex from their wives later that night seemed in no way to indicate, to them at least, that there was any erotic content to their viewing pleasures.

Beginning several months ago, Kevin began to notice that Harry would more-and-more often beg off accompanying Kevin on what used to be their regular entertainments away from home. Following Harry's third refusal in a row, Kevin exasperatedly asked, "What gives Harry? Don't you enjoy looking at titties anymore, or is it something about me?"

His friend seemed puzzled for a moment, then answered, "Oh, I don't know, Kevin. It just seems that it's not right for me to go out and do stuff like that while Sally's stuck at home. She deserves better, and I think I should just stay home tonight and keep her company."

Kevin was slightly put off by his friend's explanation, and more than a little puzzled by it. After all, hadn't men being doing such things from time immemorial? What could possibly be wrong with a man having a little innocent fun? He simply didn't understand it, and finally decided to put it down to Harry being older, and maybe that meant he was slowing down, and couldn't enjoy a good time anymore. Whatever, there were other guys who would welcome an invitation for a little fun, so he'd get by just fine.

As Kevin turned to other friends for night-out company, he thought less and less of his former playmate. He would occasionally see him at work, but it seemed they didn't have much in common anymore. All Harry wanted to talk about was his wife, and how important it was to please her and keep her happy. Kevin's usual thoughts then were of words like "wimp" and "pussy whip".

It was at about that time Karen convinced her husband that he should be taking some sort of diet supplement to augment his vitamin intake. She suggested a special brand that one of her friends had told her about, and told Kevin it would keep him healthy and young. He was enough of an egotist to want to remain that way, so he readily accepted her suggestion. Every evening, before retiring for the night, Karen would mix her secret recipe in the blender, and serve a large glass of the stuff to her husband. It was quite tasty, so he didn't object at all. He hadn't really expected to notice any difference in his health anyway, so when nothing happened after a few weeks of drinking the mixture, he wasn't concerned. It seemed to make her happy that he drank it, and that was good enough for him.

It was probably two months later that Kevin turned down, for the first time in his life, an invitation to join his friends for a night out at a local go-go bar, ogling pole-dancing young girls, and paying for lap dances. He didn't notice the raised eyebrows of his friends as he told them he would be staying home with his wife that night, so she wouldn't feel lonely.

As that excuse was used more and more frequently by him, Kevin never thought to compare his behavior to Harry's of several months before. It just seemed natural for him to want to spend more time with his wife, because after all, wasn't that the way things were supposed to be?

By the time he'd been drinking the health juice for three months, Kevin stopped entirely his nighttime forays with his buddies. He would stay home and talk to Karen, or they'd watch some sappy movie together. It seemed to make her happy, and that was becoming very important to him, somehow. Where before he'd do things without consulting his wife, now it seemed that her opinion was very important, and sometimes was the only thing he considered. It probably never occurred to him that he was becoming the wimp and pussy-whip he had accused Harry of being.

Their sexual sessions were nearly always centered on him giving head to Karen, and he began to take more time at it, and to accept her suggestions about how to make it more pleasurable for her. It began to seem natural for her to orgasm first, and then to tell him to "take care of yourself, if you want to." He always did just that, and the taste and smell of his wife's pussy that lingered on his face was the focus of his orgasms. If he had taken the time to think about it, he'd have realized that they hadn't had actual intercourse for a long time.

After six months of drinking the elixir, Karen began to make subtle hints about how ugly a man's penis was. A few weeks later, the hints became simple statements. Finally, she began to tell him how disgusting and repulsive his cock actually was, and how useless it had become to her. When she reminded him that he hadn't put it in her pussy in a long time, he had to agree. When she began to suggest that he'd be better off without it, he could make no counter argument. It was simply the plain truth she was speaking, and he accepted it.

There finally came a Friday night when she mixed Kevin's health drink, and then watched closely as he drank it to the last drop. She suggested that he take a bath then, and that as a special treat, she'd wash his back. That was indeed something special, and he eagerly agreed.

As he sat in the tub, he began to feel both aroused and sleepy at the same time. Maybe "sleepy" is the wrong word to use, because he certainly had no urge to go to bed to rest. However, he was feeling very relaxed and lethargic, and really didn't want to make any effort at all. It was so relaxing to sit there, with his beautiful, wonderful wife caressing his back, and he hoped it would continue forever. When she directed her attentions to his raging erection, his lethargy momentarily left, but soon returned, seemingly doubled in intensity.

Her voice seemed to come from a long distance as she said, "Your penis is just about the ugliest thing in the world, isn't it? How can you stand to have such a disgusting thing hanging from your body? You'd be much more handsome if it were gone, wouldn't you?"

Kevin was completely relaxed mentally, even though his cock certainly looked to be larger than he'd ever seen it. He looked at the thing standing there, bobbing back and forth, and had to agree it was certainly not good looking. Although he wouldn't have characterized it as "disgusting", he was in no mood to argue with his loving, supremely-caring wife, and so he answered, "Yes, it's ugly all right. And if you think I'd be more handsome without it, then I agree."

Karen was pleased to hear him agree with her, and continued her ministrations to his raging hardon. At last she said, "Why don't I shave off your pubic hair? Maybe without it you'd be even more handsome." Without waiting for his assent, she took a pair of scissors from the vanity drawer and told him to stand in the tub. She began to trim the growth, and soon it was ready for the lather and razor, which she used expertly.

Soon he was as smooth as a baby, and she rinsed away the remnants of the shave cream and said, "Why don't you step out now, and I'll dry you off? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He lazily agreed that he would indeed like that, thinking that it would mean more stimulation to his cock. After climbing out of the tub, he stood on the bath mat while his wife vigorously rubbed his body dry, again seeming to spend more time than necessary toweling his newly-naked penis.

Finally she pronounced him dry, then said, "I want to show you something Sally gave me. It's in the kitchen. You don't need to get dressed. It won't take but a minute to show it to you."

Kevin had not the slightest shred of curiosity then, and simply followed her from the bathroom. They walked to the kitchen, where Karen flipped the wall switch to turn on the lights. She then led him to the table and pointed at an appliance setting there.

The thing was all chrome and stainless steel, and looked for all the world like an old-time Motorola radio. It was about 14" wide and also that approximate depth. Its bottom sat flat on the table, and the two sides rose up to terminate in a large rounded top, about 18" above the tabletop. The only remarkable features were a 2" hole in the middle of the face of the thing, a single button that was probably an on-off switch, and a cord that ran off the edge of the table, and that was plugged in to the electrical outlet below.

There was a very slight humming sound that seemed to be coming from the thing, but it was so soft that Kevin really wasn't sure he heard it or not. He stared at the appliance for several seconds, trying to fathom its use. It was obvious that his wife was excited about the thing, but to him it was just another kitchen appliance, and of very little interest. To feign interest, he asked, "What's it for, honey? It looks like an old radio, but I'm sure that's not what it is."

Karen grinned slyly at him, then replied, "No, it's not a radio. It's made for slicing wieners for use in beans and wienies, or for slicing the sausage sections I put in macaroni and cheese. Sally said she'd used it for something else once, but that's not important now." She got a wiener from the meat drawer in the refrigerator, saying, "Watch this. It has a really sharp blade inside there, and it's amazing how good a job it does."

She then inserted the weenie in the hole with one hand, and pressed the button with the other. A louder hum was heard momentarily, and when she showed her husband the frank, it was shorter, having been neatly sliced by the internal blade. She put the thing on the table, then stood behind him. As she reached around his body, she caressed his nipples with one hand, while working the other slowly downward to his larger-than-ever erection.

As she stimulated him, she nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Just think how easy it would be to get rid of your ugly thing. In just a few seconds, you could be the handsomest man in the world. I would love you so much more if you didn't have that disgusting thing hanging off you. You'd be so handsome without it."

She continued to stimulate him with her hands and lips, and to convince him with her words. When she at last forced his erection downward, until it was sticking straight out from his crotch, and then gently pushed against him with her body, he had no will of his own. He began to move forward slowly, seeming propelled by a force beyond his control.

As he watched his penis approaching the hole, his only thoughts were of pleasing his wife. She continued to tell him how very ugly, horrible, and disgusting his penis was, and he completely accepted her words. By the time the head entered the hole, he simply had no mind of his own.

Karen's urgings had the desired effect, and soon her husband's penis was entirely inside the machine. He marveled at how warm it was, and how soft. He had expected to feel nothing but cold metal, but apparently the thing was lined with some soft material, and was heated by the electrical current. Whatever it was, the sensation was wonderful, and he forced his crotch against the thing with as much force as he could muster, striving to get every fraction of an inch inside it.

She then grasped one of his arms, and began directing it toward the switch button. When his finger finally reached it, she whispered, "Please push it for me, dear heart. You know I'll love you much more if you don't have that horrible thing between your legs. Please take it off for me. Show me how brave you are, and how much you love me. Please push it."

His arm and finger were not his own, and he had no conscious control over their actions. He watched in fascination as his finger very slowly descended toward the button, feeling all the time the increasing heat and stimulation the machine was giving his cock. He knew that his orgasm would very soon overcome him, and he longed for it. The arousal, the excitement, the lust he was feeling then was greater than any he'd ever felt, and it was the focus of his being.

His groan was a confirmation of his orgasm's beginning, and Karen whispered more forcefully, "Now! Do it now! Press it!"

He had no conscious thought at that moment, and apparently none was required. His finger dropped to the button and an immediate hum was heard in the room. As his cum spurted from his cock, the blade began its work. Karen had forcefully pressed herself against his backside at that moment, to prevent his pulling away at the crucial time. He felt the cutting edge enter his shaft almost flush with his abdomen, and quickly slice its way through the yielding flesh. Then the pain came, as the blade, which was heated almost red hot, cauterized the wound.

As he lost consciousness due to the overwhelming stimulation of the orgasm, plus the pain of the severing and burning, his loving wife slowly lowered him to the floor. She carefully kept his head from striking the hard surface, even though she had eyes for nothing but his crotch. She saw the ring of cauterized flesh there, and knew that not even a stub remained of the part of him that had so controlled their lives all those years. She smiled sweetly as her loving gaze fell on his face, then whispered, "Thank you, my pet. I've wanted that for so long." Then, almost overcome with her own lust, she lowered her hand to her crotch and quickly brought herself to orgasm.

Ever since that fateful night in the kitchen, Kevin has been entirely devoted to serving his wife. He still drinks the nightly libation of health drink, and seems to love Karen more with each passing day. He lives to please her, and her slightest wish is his command. They're more happy than ever before, and their lives are just about perfect.

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Well, did you like my story, dear? I see you've finished the drink I made for you. You look very sleepy now, but that bulge in your pants seems to indicate that you have other ideas.

Why don't you stand up and get undressed? If you'd like, I'll give you a bath now, and maybe spend some time playing with that horribly ugly, disgusting cock of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you? Hurry up now, and let's get you in the tub.

After awhile, I want to show you something that Karen gave me today. It's in the kitchen.