From Good Girl To Hotwife

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A Sex Vacation

One thing I have found being castrated for well over a year now is I am becoming a bit submissive.  Oh, I’m not talking about the put a dog collar on me and lead me around on a leash submissive.  Just less resistant to things.  For instance, my wife told me the other day she was going to Florida with one of her boyfriends for a few days of fun and nights of hot fucking.  Now while I love being a cuckold and the thought of my wife sleeping with another man has always been wonderfully humiliating, I would normally have wanted to go along on a trip like that.  But in this instance, I just said “Have fun.”  Another example involves this same boyfriend.  He had just finished fucking my wife and they were still snuggled in bed when he looked at me (he likes me to watch) and said, “Go get us a couple of glasses of wine.”  While it wasn’t said in a nasty manner, it also wasn’t a request, just a flat statement.  In the past, I would have brought the wine but I also would have given it back to him with something like, “Just who was your fucking maid last week?” 

But this also made me think.  This particular boyfriend works from home about 95% of the time.  His house has what’s called a Mother-In-Law apartment off the back deck.  It’s basically what’s now being called a tiny house and was where his mother-in-law lived prior to his divorce.  What I was thinking is, my wife and I have plenty of time off so what would it be like if we lived with him for say a month.  Well, actually it would be the two of them living together as husband and wife while I live in the apartment.  As their maid.  The only thing I would be allowed to wear seven days a week would be maid’s uniforms and I would do all the cooking, laundry, and cleaning.  Maybe just a plain uniform with flats for the daytime and a nice frilly French maid uniform with heels for the nights and weekends.   The only drawback I can see to this is she might not want to ever leave after 30 days and nights of being long dicked by him.  Of course, since the boyfriend is bi and likes to occasionally fuck me, after 30 days I might not want to leave either.

This actually happened one night.

Hi John.  Sure baby, let me get my coat on and I'll be right there.  

No lover, I wasn't busy.  Just talking to my husband.

 

John called one evening and my wife literally got up out of bed during foreplay, slipped on a dress, went over to his house and spent a little over an hour fucking him.  Such is the life of a cuckold.  I did get the benefit of sloppy seconds since John was one of the men who got to fuck her bareback.

Now this would be really cuckolding

I read something the other day that I thought would be close to the ultimate in cuckolding.  The premise was the wife was trying to get pregnant but was NOT having sex with her husband.  Instead she was having sex with a man/men other than her husband but they were all required to wear condoms.  Now how would she get pregnant if every time she was fucked, he was wearing a condom.  Simple, as soon as her lover would cum, her husband would carefully remove the condom from her lover, insert the open end into his wife and gently push the condom into her inverting it to push her lovers semen as deeply as possible.  Wouldn't it be absolutely delicious to know you got your wife pregnant but you got her pregnant with another man's semen?  Imagine the humiliation as you watch her pregnancy advance knowing you are only "sort of" the father.

What do you think. Can you come up with other ultimate cuckolding scenarios?

I Have Been Surgically Castrated

When I was young, even before puberty around 8 or 9, I would push my testicle back up into the canal so there was nothing beneath my penis. By the way, I said testicle because one of mine was undescended and I didn’t have surgery to bring it down until I was 12.  Anyway, when I pushed it back up inside I liked the feeling and visual of nothing beneath my penis.  Now like I said this was before puberty and there was no sexual aspect to this, I simply liked not having anything there.  So it seems like I had a castration fetish even before there was anything sexual about it.  OK, granted when I got into puberty I would masturbate quite often thinking of not having any balls.  

Fast forward to today.  I no longer have a major castration fetish because I am castrated, no balls, neutered, emasculated, gelded or however you want to put it; I am a eunuch!  And I love it.  A while back I had written that my urologist seemed to blow off my testicular pain but when I emphasized to him how bad the pain was, he started paying attention.  He did try me on medications, tried numbing but it didn’t work.  So he started talking about other treatments including removal which sounded great to me.  I probably exaggerated the pain some (ok more than some) to him but there were times when I was literally sick at my stomach when I was hurting.  Finally he agreed to remove the one testicle with the pain and the other which had atrophied if my wife agreed.  Well, she hasn’t used my cock for anything since 2008 and knows about the fetish so it was no problem for her.  So on a fine spring day earlier in 2016, I walked into my doctor’s office and was escorted to the operating suite in the back.  I undressed, put on a gown and sat talking with my wife until they came in and started an IV.  Shortly after I was escorted into the operating room and I lay down on the operating table.  The anesthesiologist came over and told me he was putting something into my IV and I would feel warm for a few seconds before I went out.  As he injected the anesthesia I knew I would be out very quickly and my last very happy thought was I would shortly be castrated.  Of course I was asleep but what happened next was they put my feet up in stirrups, shaved me, my surgeon came in, took a scalpel and sliced open my scrotum.  He then pulled one testicle out, tied off the cord as high as he could and cut off the testicle.  Then he repeated that on the other side and it was done, around 11:15 in the morning I was castrated (I love saying that).  Then they sewed me back up, bandaged me, put a sanitary napkin between my legs, put what amounted to a gauze panty on me and sent me out to recovery.  Not long after that I woke up in recovery a little foggy and as the fog cleared I gave my wife a big grin which she returned.  It really hadn’t sunk in at the time but over the next few days I kept saying to myself over and over, “I’ve been castrated!” until it finally sank in.  A couple of things about my castration.  Normally with a surgical incision, the doctor stitches it up tight so there is no leakage.  With castration because of how it’s done and how fluid builds up in the area, it’s apparently not stitched tight.  For two or three weeks afterward as you heal, you leak both blood and fluid.  So you have to use pads to keep your panties from becoming blood stained.   At first I was changing my pad three times a day and it’s a little strange telling your wife you are running low on sanitary napkins so would she pick up some at the drugstore for you.  The other rather strange thing is pulling your panties down and seeing a bloody sanitary pad between your legs like you were having your period.  Startling!  There was also something a little surprising.  In discussion online with other eunuchs, people talked about swelling of the ends of the cords where severed after castration so that for a few weeks, it was like there were still testicles until the swelling went down.  Also they talked about bruising and pain.  One close friend several years ago was bruised up to the bellybutton and several people talked about that kicked in the groin feeling.  I had none of that.  My cords did not swell, I didn’t bruise and I had NO pain, none.  It’s almost like my body was understanding that I was meant to be a eunuch and the surgery was just getting me where I should be.  There is a doctor in the US who will castrate anyone who desires it in his office.  But the cost is a few thousand dollars.  Because he had been treating me for pain, my doctor was able to write my castration up for my insurance.   People who want to be voluntarily castrated just to become eunuchs are paying around five thousand dollars but I was able to do it for one hundred forty dollars.  One thing about the doctor who will castrate anyone is he does it under a local with just a nurse.  He allows photographs and will hold your testicles for you to take a picture of them.  So you can actually photo and video record your castration. I really would have liked to have photo or video records of mine.

It’s been six months now and I have some interesting observations.  When you are impotent, as I was for a few years, you still have desires and while you don’t have physical erections, there are “mental erections.” Even when I was impotent and my penis wouldn’t get hard, I still had desires for orgasms.  Even when I wrote about my wife wanting to get the Viagra so I could fuck her and I didn’t want to fuck her, it wasn’t that I didn’t really want to.  It’s just as a sissy I felt she should get sex from a real man.  It didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy an orgasm.  However being castrated is different.   While everyone’s experience is different and some eunuchs take longer than others to lose interest in sex, mine was almost immediate.  Now not only is my little penis was no longer interested in sex, neither is my brain.   It’s hard to explain.  I remember masturbating before I became impotent but now, even if I could now I just doesn’t seem like it would be worth the effort.  I remember what sex is, I just no longer understand why anyone would bother.  I used to get mentally excited watching a man fuck my wife but now it’s no more exciting than watching them sit and talk.  Why would you expend all that energy for just a couple of moments orgasm?  Oh it doesn’t mean I no longer have sex or maybe I should say I’m still used for sex.   One of my wife’s longer term boyfriends is bi and he is fascinated by me being castrated.  So he’s fucked me a few times since my castrations and that also is totally different.  Before I would enjoy both the physical feeling of his cock in me and the mental excitement of being used.  There was an element of sexual satisfaction to being fucked.  Now it’s just something mechanical done to me.  Oh his cock in my ass still feels good but it’s the feel good of a massage, not mental pleasure of sex and my main thought is I’m bored and will you hurry up and cum.  The same goes for sucking his cock.  Before I would enjoy it and it would be sexually stimulating but now when I do it all I’m trying to do is get it over with and thinking isn’t he ready to fuck my wife yet?  I’m also discovering that I am becoming more and more submissive to her and this particular boyfriend which is surprising as I’ve never considered myself truly submissive.  Sure I enjoyed humiliation but I didn’t like being really bossed around.  The other day, when he was getting ready to fuck my wife, he ordered me to do something and I didn’t even hesitate to obey like I would have in the past.  I actually enjoyed the humiliation of instantly obeying him.  While there is no sexual aspect to it, I find myself occasionally thinking how much fun it would be to spend some time as his servant.  I’m actually thinking about asking my wife is she wants to take some vacation to spend with him, her as his wife and me as their maid.  I think it would be interesting since he has a small apartment off the deck in back of his house where his ex-wife’s mom used to live.  It’s a small apartment with just a living room/bedroom combination, a bathroom and a tiny kitchen but it is separate from the house.  My wife would be living in the house with him as basically his wife and I would be living in the apartment at night while working in the house during the day like any servant.  I am almost positive my wife would say yes and, since she doesn’t work along with me having eight weeks of vacation we could spend as much as a month.  Plus this is the boyfriend she went on a five day road trip with in his RV so she's spent the night with him a few nights.  No telling how submissive I might be at the end of that time.  As a second thought however, it should probably be less than a month for two reasons.  First, if she spent a month getting fucked by his big dick every night, she might never want to leave.  Second if I spent a month as their maid wearing nothing but my maids uniforms, I might never want to leave either.

So some final thoughts on being castrated.  Obviously castration is not for everyone but it is for me and  I feel great.  It’s so amazing to reach between my legs and there is nothing beneath my ever shrinking penis.  And my panties fit so much better with only a tiny bulge in them.  Even when you’re impotent, there is still a sexual drive and now that is gone forever.  I will never penetrate anything again, I will only be penetrated.  My sex life is over forever and I don’t care nor do I want it back.  I am also seriously thinking of getting a Eunuch tattoo for people to see.  Oh, it wouldn’t be Eunuch in English, it would be this 宦官 which means Eunuch in Japanese. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to walk around with a permanent mark that you are castrated?  

Oh and finally, while I didn’t fuck her, the night before I was castrated my wife gave me a blow job because she thought I should have one last sexual experience as a male.  My first sexual contact with a woman in over 8 years and yes, I orgasmed.  She commented that I actually got semi-hard and asked if the thought of being castrated was what was turning me on.  I’ve always been honest and I told her yes, it did even more that watching men fuck her.  That the thought of the next day my balls would be cut off and gone forever was a huge turn on and it was what I was thinking about when I was cumming.

I have been castrated and I love it!  I am a

EUNUCH!

When You Saw

men bring pleasure to your wife in ways you never have, you knew her decision to make you a cuckold was the right one.

She's Thinking Of You

Too Bad Cucky

Ask A Silly Question

The other day I asked my wife why it was I never knew when she had an orgasm?

She said that was easy to solve.  Next time she had one, when she got out of his bed, she would call and tell me about it.

Oh This Would Be Cruel

I noticed a sex toy online called an Adonis.  Basically it's a gel sleeve with a lot of exterior nubs and designed to fit over a man's erect penis with a two inch gel extender tip.  Now to use this, obviously a man would need an erection for the sleeve to fit over which of course leaves me out.  But I got to thinking.  Some couples keep the cuckold husband in chastity because he can get an erection and might get designs on his wife who only has sex with her boyfriend(s).  But what if the wife were to allow the cuckold to wear this sleeve and have sex with her?  Only before the sleeve was rolled on to her husband, it was filled with lidocaine ointment.  I have some of this and believe me, it will deaden the skin of the penis.  Can you imagine the frustration of the cuckold having an erection, sliding in and out of his wife, but unable to feel anything while the wife is having a blast riding the Adonis.  He should be able to maintain the erection for as long as the wife wants but still be totally numb and unable to cum.  Wouldn't that be marvelous.

Well What Do You Know

An online acquaintance wrote to me the other day.  Over the months, we have talked about a lot of things such as her breakup with her boyfriend, her occasional desire for another woman and my love of men and of being a cuckold.  She can understand my desire for men since shes' bi but the cuckolding she doesn't understand.  I've tried hard to explain how much I enjoy the humiliation of my wife sleeping with man after man because they can please her and I can't.  We pretty much tell each other everything and from our conversations, she's learned a lot about me.  So this is something she pointed out in her email:

1. I list myself as bisexual.
2. I have not had sex with a woman in over 6 years.
3. I don't have any desire to have sex with a woman.
4. I like fluffing men so they can fuck my wife.
5. I enjoy giving blowjobs and I like cum.
6. I really enjoy being ass fucked.  It's my favorite form of sex.
7. My favorite porn is pics of men fucking or being sucked by cd/tv/ts/sissies along with yaoi and shotcon.

Her point was as she wrote, "You don't have or want sex with a woman but you do want and have sex with men.  I hate to burst your bubble honey but you are not bisexual, you are the very definition of homosexual."

Well what do you know, I'm gay.  I am a homosexual  I AM GAY! OK, sure I've called myself a faggot because I've always said I lean to the rainbow side of bisexual.  Now it looks like I've crossed the Rainbow Bridge and my idea of Valhalla is a man with a massive cock buried in my ass pumping a load of hot cum deep in me.  So yes, it appears I'm homosexual.  Call it whatever you want. Queer, homo, knob gobbler, peter puffer, pole smoker, poof, pouf, fruit, fairy, pansy, butt boi, light in my loafers, or pillow biter.  I think I knew it when I sucked D's cock when I was barely a teen.   I think I knew it when I woke up with crusted cum in my panties and realized Al had fucked my virgin ass the night before and I wanted more.  I think I've known it every time I've sucked a cock or felt a man coming in my ass.   Now I will know it next time a man is pumping his cum in me.  And you know what?  I'm OK with that.