Last night, Jenny came over again around 7:30 to check on Tim.

"Any lasting effects? Gangrene? Missing parts?" she asked.

Tim reassured her that the only lasting effect was that his penis was totally numb again and that previously the numbness tended to wear off in a couple of weeks, though he loses some sensitivity every time he's banded, and erections are more difficult each time. "I may have seen my last erection," he said, "but I haven't tried Viagra yet." His making light of it seemed to ease jenny's mind.

Megan then invited her to spend the night. "When's the last time you had an orgasm you didn't give yourself?" she asked.

Jenny chuckled. "Probably well over five years," she said.

"Well, Tim's wicked good with that rubber penis," Megan said.

Jenny objected that she hadn't brought pajamas, a change of clothes, a toothbrush, etc., but Megan told her she had a new toothbrush, she could use her cosmetics and toiletries, and none of us were using pajamas. "No excuses," Megan said. "You're staying."

We sat around and talked for another hour or so before going to bed. Megan slept in the guest bedroom, because there wasn't really room for four in her bed, and she knew I wasn't keen on the idea of Tim sleeping with another woman without my being present.

I'm not sure how long Tim worked on Jenny with Dick. I fell asleep after half an hour or so. But this morning Jenny said she'd had more orgasms in one night than in the rest of her life put together. "Not counting the ones I give myself, of course," she said.

We had breakfast in the nude again as usual, then Jenny got dressed and left. We're not yet sure what we're going to do the rest of the day.

Sandi

Yesterday (and so far today) we haven't done anything you'd call sexually adventurous. We were back to the usual three-in-a-bed last night, but aside from a few minutes of playing with Tim's penis to check for signs of erectability and sensitivity, we didn't do anything but sleep. Tim has been getting restless and inventing new projects to work on. He fixed a toilet that Megan says hasn't been fully shutting off after flushing for the past year or so. Tim says that should save significantly on her water bill. Now he's installing a key pad for Megan's garage door opener. She says she wished her exes had as much ambition as Tim has. A guy who can focus on giving his woman pleasure instead of his own orgasm, works around the house, holds down a steady job, and doesn't mind when a woman wants to take out her frustration by kicking his testicles. What a concept! I think the projects are just a sign that he's just bored with all the girl talk.

This afternoon Megan and I are going to Trader Joe's for some "Two-Buck Chuck," a cheap wine sold out here that Megan says is really a lot better than the price would lead you to believe. They also have other things you usually don't find at a regular supermarket. She's going to give me a quick tour of the area while we're out. Tim didn't seem that interested and thought he'd stay here and find more things to work on. We're thinking that pizza and a Red Box movie sound good for tonight.

Sandi

I'm up early again. I thought I'd be over the jet lag by now. Maybe it's that the bed feels different. In any event, I haven't been sleeping all that well.

Our plans seem to be cursed by menstrual cycles this time. Mandy should be getting to the end of her period if it isn't over already, but Megan says she's starting today. Her "rape" fantasies will have to wait for one of her business trips. Tim and I shared the guest bedroom without Megan last night, and it looks as if it'll be that way for the rest of our visit. Tim had a wet dream last night even without the added stimulation of two naked women in bed with him. Looks like I'll be doing some laundry today.

Mandy called yesterday to apologize for "messing up the scene with Tim" by not having everyone naked, but I assured her that just having her present added to the intensity of the experience for him. Tim overheard the conversation and remarked, "If it makes her feel better, she can come over and let me see her naked now."

She heard and laughed. "I might just have to do that," she said, but she made no commitment, so I don't know whether she was joking or not.

I told her that Tim rarely passes up an opportunity to ogle a beautiful naked woman. Tim feigned taking offense. "Hey! I just appreciate beauty," he said. "A beautiful woman is a work of art." She and I went on to talk about other things, and Tim lost interest and went to find another project to work on.

Shortly after Mandy's call, Misty called. She had been over to our house to check on things. She said everything was fine, but the grass was getting tall, so she was going to send Mike over to mow this evening. I told her we'd be coming home Friday, so Tim could mow then, but she said she didn't want us to come home from vacation and immediately have to get to work. She's a sweetie.

Tim was hoping to take all the women who participated in the scene to a nice restaurant to thank them, but getting them all together at the same time appears to be impossible. People just have too much going on in their lives. He is taking Megan and me out tonight, though.

Sandi

The doorbell rang earlier this evening. Megan was busy in the kitchen, so I answered the door. Mandy was standing there, and she looked really nervous. I invited her in, and she looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. After a moment, she said, "Umm, this is really awkward--"

"You want to strip for Tim?"

"Uh, kind of," she said. She was blushing, and after biting her lip for a moment, she went on. "Umm, I missed out on the thing with Tim Saturday, you know--"

"Ah," I said. "You want to have sex with my husband," I said.

Mandy blushed. She clasped her hands in front of her, her shoulders moved forward, and she looked as if she was preparing for me to hit her. "The other gals did--with the rubber thing."

"Take your clothes off," I said. She just stood there and looked at me as if I'd spoken to her in Greek, so I repeated, "Go on, take your clothes off."

She slowly started to undress. At that point, Megan got curious about what was going on and came out from the kitchen. She took a look at Mandy, who now had unbuttoned her blouse and was pulling it off. "Here to have sex with Tim?" she asked. Mandy nodded timidly, and Megan turned around and went to the back door, flung it open, and called out, "Tim, get your butt in here and get your rubber penis. Mandy's here to get laid."

Mandy looked as if she wanted to crawl under a table and hide and started to put her blouse back on. "This was a bad idea," she said.

"No, no," I said. "Tim will love it, and I've got no problem with it as long as his real penis doesn't function." I unfastened the button at the top of her skirt zipper, unzipped the skirt, and pulled the skirt, her half slip and her panty hose and her panties down over her hips together. By the time I got them to her knees, Tim was coming in the back door.

Mandy finished undressing on her own and was laying her clothes over the arm of the couch when Tim entered the room holding Dick and smiling. "Turn around," e said, gesturing with his finger in the air to show that he meant for her to do full turns. He gazed at her appreciatively for almost a minute, then approached her, gave her a hug, and caressed her bare buttocks. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said, leading her by the hand.

Megan and I followed. "You can undress me if you like," he said. She shook her head and looked down. Tim then undressed himself and strapped Dick on, then pulled back the covers, climbed into bed and motioned for her to join him. Before she could, however, I sat on the edge of the bed, put a small zip tie around the base of Tim's penis, and pulled it as tight as I could by hand. Then I got up, and motioned for Mandy to get in.

With Mandy lying beside him, Tim began kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, then slowly slid his hand down over her abdomen, past her pubic area to her thighs. He continued caressing her body and kissing her, avoiding touching her genitalia for a few minutes, then slowly moved his hand to her clitoris, then slipped his middle finger into her vagina. Mandy seemed to forget how embarrassed she had been, and now she seemed oblivious to the two women watching the show.

Tim gently pushed her legs apart, climbed on top of her, inserted Dick into her vagina, and began pumping.

After ten minutes or so, Megan and I got bored watching and left them alone. Megan said she was glad she hadn't gotten far on getting dinner ready, because it would probably have been burned by the time Tim was done with her. After about half an hour, we heard Mandy's voice shouting, "Oh, sh*t! Don't stop! Oh, God!" We figured it was time to get serious about getting dinner ready. I set the table for four while Megan took charge of all the cooking.

Fifteen minutes later we heard the shower running. I went to check on them and found Dick on the bed. The two of them were in the shower together, laughing. I remade the bed while waiting for them to come out.

When they emerged from the bathroom. Megan and I met them holding short ropes. I motioned for Tim to get back on the bed, and he complied, spreading his arms and legs. A minute later we had his wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts, and I put the practice golf ball into his mouth as a gag, securing it in place with a shoe string around his head. I gave his testicles a firm swat with the broom-handle club, then handed the bulb to Mandy. She swatted timidly, then handed it back to me.

"No," I said. "Put some muscle into it. It's very satisfying, really. I smacked Tim's testicles several times, hard. He was shaking his head, making protesting noises behind the gag and struggling to get loose. I handed the club to Megan, and she attacked his testicles with just as much vigor, then handed it to Mandy. She swung hard, and Tim gasped, his eyes wide as if he didn't expect such a swing from her. She giggled and tried again and again, gaining confidence with each swing. "Attagirl," I said. "You'll know he's had enough when his wrists are raw from struggling against the ropes. We'd like you to join us for dinner if that's okay."

Mandy nodded. "Thanks," she said. "I'd like that." She continued beating Tim's testicles as Megan and I left the room.

I turned to Megan. "Do you think we've created a monster?" I asked, nodding toward the bedroom.

"Tim's going to think so," she said with a giggle. "It is rather satisfying, isn't it."

We left him with Mandy for about ten minutes. Finally, she came out, handed me the club and said his wrists were good and red. We left him tied up until we were ready to sit down to dinner, then untied him, and I handed him the fingernail clippers to cut off the zip tie with.

He was still having trouble walking upright this after dinner, but he knows better than to complain. After Mandy left, Tim made an interesting comment. "Do you know the most exciting thing about seeing a naked woman?" he asked. "It's not what she has between her legs, not her clitoris or vagina. It's the fact that she obviously has no penis or testicles. It's a reminder of how tenuous a grasp I have on mine, how easily and quickly they could disappear. When I see a naked woman, I'm thinking less about where I could put my penis than about the fact that I could wake up without it. That's what's so exciting about having a woman shave that area: Pubic hair could be hiding a penis, but when she's shaved, it's obvious that it isn't there."

Interesting. Every once in a while he gives me a little nugget of insight like that.

Sandi

And the saga of wonderousness continues....Gahhh smooches Jackie

Gosh
What a lucky man our Tim is. Its one thing to have such needs, but how many of us can find a partner (and friends) to be honest and to get such satisfaction. I am a little sad now, that I never talked more with my wife when I had the chance. However I was too frightened that she would not understand, but I do love sharing this blog and it would be fantastic to know how many people are following it too
Cheers msts

Tim and I were alone in bed last night again, of course. We just cuddled. He said his testicles were sore this morning. Mandy must have bruised them. Still, he wasn't complaining. I'm not sure how much yesterday's banding will prolong the numbness in his penis. This morning I could clearly see the line around the base where the zip tie was, but it was just a little darker shade of pink than the rest of his penis.

When I talked to Misty the other day, she reminded me that Mia's last day of school is coming up at the end of the month. That means she'll be spending the day with me essentially every weekday. I'm actually looking forward to that. She's a good little helper when she's motivated, and it's nice to have someone to talk to while Tim's at work. I will need to think of some activities for her, though. She's pretty much gone through all the kid-suitable DVDs we have, and I don't want her glued to the TV all summer anyway.

Sandi

This evening Tim said he had a maddening itch on his penis, right where the zip tie was. He's still numb from there out, but he has feeling in that area. I put on some lidocaine gel, and that seemed to help. The pink line where the tie was has faded to nearly imperceptible now.

I got a call from Misty this evening. This Friday is an "off" Friday where she and Tim work, so she'll be the one picking us up. She said she'll park off-site until we give her a call on her cell phone to avoid parking at the airport. She went by the house today and says everything looks normal there and Mike did a nice job on the grass.

Sandi

This morning we gave Tim a choice. We could abandon him naked out in the wilderness for a couple of hours handcuffed and blindfolded or he could paint Megan's laundry room. He said, "Where's the paint." Guess he's had enough adventure for this trip. This is our last full day here. This afternoon I need to gather our things that have been scattered around Megan's house and get packed for the trip back home.

Sandi

We got up at 5:30 am, which seems dreadfully early, but that's 7:30 back home. I just got over the jet lag, and now it's time to start again. We're dressed and ready to head to the airport. Tim's getting our things into the car. We lose two hours due to time zones, and we have to turn in a rental car, and it's a long flight, so we got an early flight so as to not get in really late. I need to keep this short and get going.

Tim said the itch in his penis is gone. He's still numb and limp and, he remarked, "horny as hell." I wondered how long it would take for him to really miss not being able to get sexual relief. He claims to have no regrets, though.

Oops. Tim just stuck his head in the door to say he's ready to go.

Sandi

We're home again. Misty picked us up with no hitches. We left suitcases on the bed and promptly went out for a fast-food lunch and grocery shopping. We'd told Misty to help herself to anything perishable in the refrigerator, so we were all out of fruit, milk, meat, eggs, salad fixings, etc.

With the travel between time zones, we lost two hours, and bedtime by the clock here is going to seem awfully early by body clocks. I'm thinking sex with Dick might tire us out enough to get us to sleep at a reasonable hour by body time. I'm not sure what that would do for Tim's horniness. It might go either way. Or it might lead to a wet dream and give him some relief that way. (Do wet dreams provide relief??)

At least we have a weekend to recover from jet lag before Tim goes back to work and we go back to the usual weekday routine.

Misty said Mia is looking forward to coming here after school. She and Ashley were getting on each other's nerves. I don't know how she feels about spending weekdays with me all summer, though. When their mom was alive, I understand life at home wasn't all that pleasant, as Lisa had dramatic mood swings and could be difficult to live with.

Sandi

Ever think a little prostate stimulation (AKA anal sex) might be the answer to Tim's "dilemma"..? What's good for Dick may be good for Tim...
What's for dinner? smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Ever think a little prostate stimulation (AKA anal sex) might be the answer to Tim's "dilemma"..? What's good for Dick may be good for Tim...
What's for dinner? smooches Jackie

Quite a while back, I tried giving him a "prostate exam" by sticking my (rubber gloved) finger into his anus to try to feel his prostate. I'm not sure what I felt was actually the prostate. I concluded that a prostate exam must be at least as unpleasant for the doctor as for the patient, but it was interesting. But using Dick? Hmmm. We'll see. I suppose I could tie him bent over the table the way my father did to Donny, buttocks nicely exposed. I think I'd use Willy, not Dick. I'd rather not be thinking about where Dick has been when we're using him for sex.

What's for dinner? I'm not sure yet. I'd just gotten used to Megan's kitchen. Now I'm not sure what we've got in the house. We picked up basics yesterday, but I don't remember, for example, whether we have any potatoes left. I may need to run back to the supermarket.

The rain seems to be following us around. Rain in California when we left, and now rain here. Not conducive to doing anything outside, so a little playtime might be in order. Tim didn't get his wet dream last night, but we did get our exercise with Dick, after which I slept fairly well. He says he slept like a baby--up at 2:00 am for a feeding, up at 4:00 am crying, .... And he is still in bed, trying in vain to get back to sleep. I may need to entice him with the smell of bacon frying. Oh, wait. Do I have bacon? If so, is it moldy after all this time? I don't know. It's going to take a while to get reacclimatized to home.

Sandi

Bacon lasts about an eon in the fridge...Ever think of sweet potatoes or rice as a starchy alternative to spuds? I just discovered another yummy side dish....Pasta al olio...Just heat some olive oil in a large pan, brown a few cloves of minced garlic, some other herbs, maybe a yellow squash/zucchini...pepperoni/diced salami (you get the picture....boil up any pasta and combine in the pan and roll around for a minute or so to absorb those yummy flavonids...Quick, easy, yummy, good for you...I think Big Dick is the right choice...Use a rubber....Happy gnoshing...Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Bacon lasts about an eon in the fridge...Ever think of sweet potatoes or rice as a starchy alternative to spuds? I just discovered another yummy side dish....Pasta al olio...Just heat some olive oil in a large pan, brown a few cloves of minced garlic, some other herbs, maybe a yellow squash/zucchini...pepperoni/diced salami (you get the picture....boil up any pasta and combine in the pan and roll around for a minute or so to absorb those yummy flavonids...Quick, easy, yummy, good for you...I think Big Dick is the right choice...Use a rubber....Happy gnoshing...Jackie

I suppose bacon should last an eon, but I've had some go moldy on me in the past. The bacon we had looked and smelled okay, so I used it, and nobody's died yet.

Pasta al olio, eh? Sounds like a good way to use up left-over bits of veggies and meat. Might give it a try.

I know we can put a condom on Dick, and he's washable, too, but the thought of him inside me after it's been up Tim's patuti wouldn't do a whole lot for my libido. Maybe we can get Megan to send us another one--call it Richard II, maybe.

Tim's in a frenzy of doing odd jobs around the house. I think he's trying to keep his mind off sex. That's one benefit of having him limp and numb--a lot of chores get done.

We've invited Misty, Mia and Mike over for dinner--oops, make that supper (we're back home where people don't speak Californian). It's funny how quickly I picked up local terminology. It's not Interstate 5 out there; it's "the five." Evening meals are not supper; they're dinner. Two states divided by a common language.

Misty says Mia has been lobbying for a pet. She'd like a dog, but she'd settle for a cat. Mike's not keen on the idea, but Mia can be pretty persuasive. I imagine we'll hear about that this evening.

Sandi

We just let the sun wake us up this morning and have been spending the day sitting in the house in air conditioning, not wanting to venture outside in the heat. Our thermometer reads 97 at the moment. Misty invited us over to make home-made ice cream and watch a movie. She has already ordered pizza, so we're headed to their house as soon as I finish this.

Tim and I were too tired to do anything sexual last night. We just cuddled. Tim says he feels as sexually stimulated as ever now that he's numb and limp, but knowing that he can't perform with his penis, he doesn't initiate sex unless I hint that I'm in the mood. In some ways it's nice to have sex when I want it but not feel obliged to do it when Tim feels the urge, but it feels like there's something missing that way. Mixed feelings.

Better get going or the pizza will be cold before we get there.

Sandi

Threat of rain today didn't deter Tim from firing up the barbecue. Steak, baked potatoes and a salad on the side for lunch, and I didn't have to fix any of that. I could get used to that.

We had a good time at Misty's last night. We watched The Parent Trap in Mike's man cave. Mia had a teddy bear ready for Tim's lap, as she claimed her spot on my lap and Misty had Mike's lap. We all fit on the couch that way. I think Tim felt a little silly holding a teddy bear, but he took it in stride. This is the second time Mia has done that, and Tim made a fuss over the bear to Mia's delight. He told the bear it needed to lay off the honey, because it was getting too heavy for his lap.

When we went to bed, Tim wanted to play with my breasts and genitalia. I was tired and not really in the mood for sex, and he didn't seem interested in getting Dick out. He didn't seem intent on giving me an orgasm, either, because he knows quite well how to do that with his hands, and he didn't seem to be trying. He just wanted to pet. I played with his penis but got no response, so I squeezed his testicles. He put his hand over mine and squeezed to tighten my grip, so I squeezed about as hard as I could, expecting him to at least flinch, but he just seemed to enjoy it. At breakfast this morning, I asked him what he was trying to accomplish with what we were doing. Perhaps testing to see whether he could get an erection? No, he said, it was exciting to just feel around and imagine himself being as smooth between the legs as I am.

Sandi

Sandi
That last line of yours just excited me to hell and back
I doubt very much if I ever could be that way, or even really want that, but my imagination causes me to stand up in anticipation. That is most frustrating and yet very satisfying at the same time....
Keep writing you little devil

Originally Posted by msts1945

Sandi
That last line of yours just excited me to hell and back
I doubt very much if I ever could be that way, or even really want that, but my imagination causes me to stand up in anticipation. That is most frustrating and yet very satisfying at the same time....
Keep writing you little devil

Losing his "equipment"--especially his penis, not so much his testicles--both fascinates Tim and terrifies him. Now we're uncertain about whether he may have had his last orgasm or at least his last erection. Time will tell. And he's both excited and terrified about that. In any event, he says he wants to continue sleeping together naked, having me entice him knowing he'll get excited mentally and emotionally but can't do anything about it by way of getting relief. And he says he wants to be sure I'm satisfied sexually, even if his penis is not "up" to the job.

Today I received a delivery of flowers from him, apparently ordered from work. When he got home he explained that he was afraid I might have misunderstood his intent when he said the thing that excited him about naked women was the fact that they had no penis. Well, Tim wanted to be sure I understood that, although that excites him, that's not what made him fall in love with me. It's not what keeps him in love with me. He said that was a matter of what was between my ears, not what was between my legs. I guess there's no really romantic way to put that, but he tried, and I give him credit for that. Really, I'd more or less figured it out anyway.

Sandi

I have a feeling there's more depth to Tim's feelings about being nullo than he lets on (even to himself)...And ditto on the reason he loves you. Who wouldn't? You're just wonderful smooches Jackie