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Chapter 2

I knew it would be much easier to get David interested in my favorite topic if he were more horny than usual.  I'd never had any complaints on that score, as he usually was ready for sex anytime I was, which was actually quite often.  I know from talking to my female friends that my level of sexual activity is higher than most, and sometimes I wonder if I'm a borderline nymphomaniac.  It's not at all unusual for me to crave sex four or five times a week, even after twelve years of marriage.  I've read that the "normal" frequency for us should be once or twice, so that's why I think I'm unusual.  Whatever, it works for me.  Since David has never complained, I guess it works for him also.

I deliberately withheld sex from him for a full week, and could tell he was getting hornier by the day.  He seemed to constantly be pawing at me, whether we were in bed or not.  I had told him that I was feeling soreness "down there," and that was the reason for not screwing.  Although he accepted that explanation, it didn't stop him from trying to get me interested.

Finally the weekend came, and I put my plan in action.  We went out to dinner Saturday evening, which was our usual practice.  It was also our usual practice, when we returned home, to watch something on TV for a few hours, then go to bed for our usual Saturday night fuck.  This time, I knew we would be doing something different.

When we got home from the restaurant, I told David I thought we should do something new, rather than just watch the same old stuff on the tube.  I'm sure he was hoping that meant I was interested in sex again, and I was.  However, the type of interest was different that usual.

I suggested, with a "come hither" smile, that it would be fun to see if we could find some pornography on the Internet.  As my excuse for expressing interest in that topic, I told him that one of the gals in my office had been telling me about all the exciting stuff she'd been finding, and that I wanted to see if it would be exciting for us also.

Apparently the new type of "foreplay" was interesting to him, for he eagerly agreed with my idea.  In less that five minutes, we were sitting in front of our computer, waiting for it to boot.

I had known all along that the difficult part would be coming up with a way to get us to the penectomy sites, since they were actually a very small part of what was available.  I suppose I could have just gone to a sexually-oriented search engine and typed in that word, but somehow I was reluctant to do that.

My plan was fairly simple, and I'd been practicing it for several days.

As soon as the computer was ready, and online, I suggested we should visit a search engine that I had heard about.  Again, he was content to let me be in charge, and in a few seconds that Website had loaded.  I knew that particular site had a list of topics arrayed down the left side of the screen, but that the all-important letter "P" was not visible.  It would require scrolling to get to it, which I was hesitant to do, since it would seem such a deliberate act.

With that in mind, I said, "Why don't I just click one of the topics at random, then spend a few minutes seeing what it has to offer?  Unless you have a better suggestion, that is."

He didn't, and so I put my plan in action.

I knew from practice that if I clicked the scroll bar twice, the page would advance to the listings ranging from "Mammary Mamas" to "She Swallows."  That would put the topic I wanted right in the middle of the page.

I pretended to close my eyes, and then double-scrolled the page.  Again pretending to not peek, I moved the mouse pointer to the left side.  Then, almost as if by happenstance, I clicked the magic word.

David had never said a word, but I could hear his breathing rate change as the pointer hovered over the listing entitled "Penectomy."  I had known him for over thirteen years by then, with ten of those years as his wife.  His moods were well-known to me after that much close association, and I knew right away that he was very much intrigued by what was happening.

I made a great show of opening my eyes then, and of being surprised by what was displayed on the monitor.  As I knew would be there, we saw listing after listing of Websites with names like, "Ben Loses His Cock!" and "Dick Go Bye-Bye."  I pretended to be flustered by my "accidental" choice of sites, and asked, "Would you rather try something else, or is this okay with you?"

As before, his mood was like an open book to me, and I could see that he was much more than merely interested in what we were reading.  I knew he was also fascinated by the many thumbnail photos that ran down both edges of the screen, all of them showing one scene or another related to a man "losing it."  I really didn't need his husky reply, "Let's see what these are all about," to know of his intense interest.

Again I pretended to close my eyes while clicking the scroll bar one time.  From practice I knew that'd move the listings to the correct point for my target Website to be displayed at the extreme bottom of the screen.  I then moved the mouse in a seemingly random direction, and clicked the listing for a site I'd been visiting over and over during the previous few days.

Once the opening page had loaded, there was no question at all what the focus was.  Again we saw thumbnail after thumbnail showing cocks sticking through penis guillotines, laying on cutting blocks, or being threatened by butcher knives.  There were links to stories with titles like, "Turned into a Eunuch by my Wife," "My Wife's Trophy Room," and "Lost my Cock to Her."

Still pretending embarrassment, I again asked if he'd rather try somewhere else.  Again he assured me this Website was okay, but he had to clear his throat twice in order to speak.  I knew he was hooked, and the thrill that ran through my pussy was almost like an electric shock.

I decided to start first with a story, and so clicked the link to those.  Again scrolling at random, I soon arrived at the one I'd selected several days ago, and opened it.

The title was, "Training Him to Want it," and it seemed to me to be perfect for my purpose, which was to get us talking about my still-exciting fantasy.  The story was supposedly written by a woman who had trained her husband to accept the idea of having his cock removed by her, after which he had become her complete slave.  The writer detailed each step she'd taken in getting him to accept such a thing, and then described how she had gotten him drunk one night and used a butcher knife to do the deed.

As soon as the story was displayed on the screen, I asked, "Shall I read it out loud?  I have a better view of the monitor than you do."

Again he agreed, as I knew he would, and so I began to read.

Even though I'd read that particular story more than once, to now read it aloud with my husband sitting close beside me, intent on every word, made it somehow much more exciting.  By the time I had read about half the tale, I was more than a little aroused.  Judging by David's breathing, and the way he was rubbing my shoulder, he was more turned on than I was.

I finally finished reading the last description of how the man had become his wife's complete slave, and how he loved providing pussy service after her lover had finished fucking her.  By that time, my throat was so tight I could barely speak.  David had long since moved as close as he could get to me, and placed one arm over my shoulder, with his hand fondling my breasts.  He was breathing like a steam engine, and I'm sure his eyes were glazed.

As soon as the story was finished, I said, "Let's look at some of the pictures."

Without waiting for his assent, I clicked the link to the photo gallery and waited while the thumbnails loaded.

Again, I knew just which photos I wanted him to see, and so I selected the first one.  It loaded quickly, thanks to our broadband connection.  Soon the screen was filled with two side-by-side photos.  The first showed a naked man standing behind a penis guillotine, with his erection poking through a hole in the thing, below the upraised blade.  The second photo showed the blade at the bottom of the guide rails, and the man's severed cock laying on the floor.

It didn't matter in the least that I knew the photos had been altered.  The subject was very close to my fantasy, right down to the penis laying there, still erect even after it had been severed.  Over and over I looked at the two pictures, imagining David standing there, with my hand on the release rope.  Obviously, he was also wrapped up in the photos, since his questing hands were all over me, and his breath came almost in gasps.

Without saying anything, I returned to the page of thumbnails and quickly clicked another of my favorites.  Again it loaded quickly, and there before us we saw a naked man kneeling behind a chopping block.  His monstrously-erect cock was laying across the top of the block, and a naked woman was standing beside him.  Her hands were raised high above her head, holding a wicked-looking machete.  There was no mistaking her intended target.

By that time, it was obvious both of us were as turned on as we'd been in a long time, if not more than ever before.  I stood, saying, "Let's get to bed!  Hurry!"  He didn't need any more urging than that, and we were quickly hurrying down the hallway towards the bedroom.  Neither of us gave any thought to turning off the computer, being virtually overcome by our lust.

We were shedding our clothes as we made our way, and by the time we reached the bed, both of us were naked.  We wasted no time with foreplay, since the computer had already prepared us for coupling.  I lay on my back and David mounted me, his engorged cock finding easy entry to my dripping pussy.

He may have set a new record for cumming, since it seemed he had taken no more than one thrust before he began to spurt.  I was hot too, but certainly wasn't ready for my orgasm.  That wasn't a problem, though.  With no prompting whatsoever, he began sliding down my body seemingly before his last spurt had completed.

I spread my legs even wider, allowing his eager tongue the access he craved.  His frantic licking and sucking soon put me over the edge, and my thighs locked around his head as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over me.

At some point, he had reversed his position, so that his cock was close to my face.  In the light from the hallway, I could see that he was still hard as a rock, and his thing was jerking back and forth rapidly.  He was obviously still turned on, and I was sure that was due to more than just the one-week abstinence I'd imposed.  Apparently he was as aroused by our surfing as I was, which meant the first step of my plan had worked.

Instead of removing his head from my crotch and coming to lie beside me, as was usual, he continued to lick and suck my pussy.  I'm not sure who made the first move, but I could feel his body trying to turn sideways, and cooperated.  Soon I was lying atop him, and then after drawing up my legs, was sitting on his face, facing his crotch.

We hadn't used that position before, to the best of my memory, although it seemed very natural.  It seemed even more natural to reach back and spread my cheeks, allowing his nose to sink deeply into my crack.  That seemed to inflame him even more, and soon his tongue was once again frantically exploringing every fold of my pussy, while his mouth was sucking up the treasures he found.

The new position, coupled with the very arousing "foreplay" of the evening, soon had me approaching my second orgasm of the night.  Such a thing wasn't unknown to me, but it was rare.

As I felt my peak being reached for the second time, my hands seemed to instinctively reach out and grab his jumping penis.  I made no attempt to be gentle, but rather began pulling it upward with all my strength, as if trying to separate it from his body.  I'm sure we both had the same visions running through our brains as our orgasms swept over us.

It took us several minutes to regain our senses, and when we did David turned around and lay on his side, with his back to me.  I lay close behind him, with my breasts pressed against his back, and one hand lightly caressing his cock.  That was our usual position, and was the way we normally drifted asleep after sex.

This time, however, there was something different.  The difference wasn't only that his cock was still semi-erect, even after two closely-spaced orgasms.  I could sense there was a new feeling between us, a new "oneness" that hadn't been there before, and it felt good.

Oddly enough, I wasn't at all sleepy, which was also unusual.  Obviously David wasn't either, as signaled by his cock's efforts to achieve full erection again as my hand idly played with it.  I asked, "Did you like what we did tonight?"

I didn't need his heartfelt, "Yes," to know his answer, and continued, "Do you want to do it again sometime?"

Again he said he did, then asked a question of his own, and one that got directly to the heart of the matter.  "Did you go to that Website by accident?"

I could tell by the tone of his voice that his question was very important to him, and as I considered my answer, I knew it was also important to what I wanted our relationship to become.  Finally I said, "No.  I went there on purpose.  Did you like my choice?"

Of course, I already knew his answer, but was relieved to hear him say, "Yes.  It was really exciting to hear you read that story, and to look at the photos you picked out."

There seemed to be something implied by his tone and words, and after considering them for awhile, I asked, "Had you been there before?"

His soft answer was both surprising, and expected.  It was, "Yes.  Lots of times."  He paused before asking his second question, finally saying, "How many times had you been to that site?"

My reply was equally simple.  I said, "Lots of times."

We both lay quietly then, but his stiffening penis told me he hadn't fallen asleep.  I knew it was up to me to take the initiative, as usual, so said, "When I found that Website, I thought it was pretty exciting.  I didn't know there were stories like that, and even photos showing that sort of thing being done.  Had you read that story, and seen those pictures before?"

He replied softly, "Yes.  But they were never as exciting as tonight.  Somehow just being there with you made it so much better.  Especially when you read the story, it made it really personal.  It was almost as if you were telling me what you were going to do to me."

By then his cock was completely stiff, and I knew what we were talking about was getting him turned on again.  Since neither of us were sleepy, I decided that the time was right to ask a question I had planned to hold in reserve until we'd progressed further in our new relationship.  I whispered in his ear, while gripping his penis tightly, "Does it turn you on to think of that sort of thing being done to you?"

He hesitated so long that I was afraid he wouldn't answer such an intensely personal question.  At last his arousal overcame his reluctance, and he whispered in answer, "Yes.  I've thought about it for a long time.  Are you ashamed of me for having thoughts like that?"

I said vehemently, "God, no!  I think it's sexy that you have fantasies like that.  It means we're a better match that I ever suspected."

Again he hesitated, as if considering the implications of what I'd just said.  "Do you mean you have thoughts like that, too?  Is that what you mean."

It was my turn to give a simple answer, and I said, "Yes."

Again we lay quietly, and my brain was racing with the new relationship that was developing between us.  I knew that such honesty was rare in marriages, and I vowed to see that ours continued along this path.  I finally said, "I've had fantasies of doing that to boys and men for as long as I've had any interest in sex.  Just thinking about it now is getting me hot again.  Is that why you have another hard-on?"

He said, "Yes.  I've wanted us to talk about it for a long time, and now that we finally are, it's even more exciting than I ever thought it would be.  Like you, I've had fantasies about that since way before I met you.  I can't believe we both want the same thing.  Just think of all those years we could have been sharing it."

I agreed with him, then said something about how we now wouldn't have to hide our "dirty" thoughts from each other.  He demonstrated his agreement by beginning to lightly stroke his cock through my gripping hand.  I laughed softly, then said, "You realize that if I cut it off you, you couldn't do that, don't you?"

He too laughed, then replied, "Yes.  I suppose I'll miss doing things like that, but you've always seemed to like my tongue better, so we can still do that."

I whispered, "Yes, we can.  I think you should start practicing right now.  Roll over so I can sit on your face again."

He did, and I did, and that's how we came to our third climaxes of that wonderful night.

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That night set the pattern for our sexual relations for many months to come.  We fell into the habit of abstaining from sex during the week, and then spending Friday and Saturday nights surfing the Internet, looking for new and exciting material to fuel our shared fantasy.  After our arousal reached fever pitch, we'd hurry to the bedroom and fuck and suck.  Meaning we'd fuck, and then David would suck.  I never did have much interest in having his penis in my mouth.  He had never acted like he missed me doing that for him, and that was fine for me.  It just somehow seemed very natural for him to service me orally, while I sat on his face and abused his cock.  Guess we're just strange, but it worked for us.

We continued to talk frankly about his penectomy, while looking at pictures and reading stories on the computer, as well as while we were coupling in the bedroom.  There's no way to explain how much more erotic it is to talk about sex while doing it.  I know that most couples fuck in silence, each locked in their separate fantasy.  If you've never tried  talking about such things, then I can't explain how very exciting it is.  You'd just have to try it yourself.