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"rache" <rache696@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Respect (Revised)
> Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
> Story Codes: M/F, Cheating, Pregnant, BDSM
>
> Note: This story is significantly changed from the original post on
> ASSM and SOL particularly in the first and last chapters...thanks for
> reading -rr
>
> =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> Respect Chapter 1
> Fiction by Rachael Ross
>
>
> I couldn't bear the thought of sneaking around all the time. Going
> behind my husband's back to meet a boyfriend. He loves me and trusts
> me, so I don't want to hurt him, but I need a little more than he can
> give me, you know? He works so hard, putting food on our table, buying
> me little unexpected gifts that are just perfect. He's a pretty amazing
> guy, my husband, I'm a lucky woman and I know it. So I don't want to
> lose him. But, gosh, I just need...sex.
>
> I'm only 20 years old, but sometimes I feel a lot older, just because I
> only get it from my husband maybe once every two weeks or so. He's
> tired, I know, exhausted from the daily stress. And he does try, but I
> hate making him do it, when he's so obviously uninterested. I do buy
> sexy clothes for him; you know lingerie, stockings and garters, thongs
> and peek-a-boo bras. I'm 5'4" tall about 105lbs, with a good hard body,
> a great ass, fine legs, and I got a boob job, so my breasts are
> magnificent 34C's now. My face is pretty, my teeth fine, my eyes brown
> and hair a long healthy wave of black silk. So, I don't know what else
> to do, nothing seems to work with him.
>
> Maybe it's because I'm just not into really weird stuff, you know?
> I mean dressing up is okay, it's even fun, but when we first started
> dating, and even right after we were married he'd ask me to try
> things. But I guess I'm olad fashioned? Or it was my upbringing
> maybe, which I'd never thought of as being particularly strict,
> anyway I just wasn't comfortable with some of the things he
> suggested. But we could still have sex, wouldn't you think? That was
> all I really wanted and it was frustrating when he wouldn't give it
> to me.
>
> Like I said though, I didn't really want to fool around on him. I love
> him. I masturbated a lot, and that helped, but not much. I need a man's
> touch. So, I was talking with a friend of mine named Clarice. Her
> husband is always there with her, a very attentive man of about 35 or
> so. She's 38 and comfortable with that as she's a strikingly
> attractive woman. I use her for my role model when I go shopping. If I
> look at a dress, I say to myself, 'Would Clarice wear something like
> this?' and if the answer is no, then I don't want it. So she has a lot
> of influence over me.
>
> I started talking to her one day about my sex life. Actually, I think
> she brought it up, speaking at first about another friend of hers whom
> I vaguely knew. Clarice doesn't gossip very much, so this surprised me,
> but the conversation soon changed to mine, as I said. I told her I was
> a little frustrated, I supposed, because my husband wasn't very active
> in that department. He had a low sex drive, I shrugged.
>
> "And yours is...high?" Clarice smiled at me.
>
> "Yeah." I nodded and giggled a little self-consciously. "High like
> through the roof sometimes, you know?"
>
> "Yes, I think I do." She was smiling at me. "Have you taken a lover?"
>
> I gasped at that. "No, of course not!" I told her. We'd only gotten
> married 8 months before. "I thought it was common decency to wait at
> least a year!" I joked.
>
> Clarice laughed too. "I have several lovers." She told me. "It really
> is the best thing when two people are in love, but just unsatisfied in
> that one small way."
>
> I looked at James, her husband who was sitting there nearby, reading a
> book and drinking some iced tea. He must have heard his wife's words,
> which means he must have known...and didn't care? I wondered about
> that.
>
> "Oh, James doesn't mind if I have lovers, do you James?" She smiled at
> her husband.
>
> "No dear, of course not." He looked up and smiled back at her.
>
> "See, Lisa?"
>
> "But, uh, excuse me for being nosy, why doesn't your husband care?" I
> couldn't help but ask, could I?
>
> "Oh, he probably would if I hadn't had him castrated." Clarice
> shrugged. "But since I've removed his balls, he's so much more relaxed
> and understanding."
>
> "You...What?" I couldn't have heard her right. "I'm sorry Clarice, did
> you say you removed his...balls?"
>
> "Well, I didn't do it of course. I have a friend, a doctor friend, who
> specializes in that sort of thing. She's very good; maybe you should
> talk to her about Jack."
>
> Jack was my husband. "But, oh...I don't think so. He'd never even think
> about that, and besides we want to have children someday, so..." I was
> shaking my head.
>
> "Well, it was just a thought, Lisa." Clarice smiled and changed the
> subject.
>
> But the seed had been planted, as she'd known it would be, and I often
> found myself thinking about what she'd told me. I tried to picture what
> my husband would look like without his balls. They really were kind of
> ugly. I mean, I know some women like them, but I found them to be
> rather...unseemly. A hairy little sack swinging back and forth? Ugh!
> Where was the excitement in that?
>
> One night, lying in bed with my husband, I started fondling his cock,
> trying to get him stirred up because I was feeling the need. But he
> just sighed and rubbed my thigh. He loved me, but he said he was just
> too wound up to relax, he had numbers and accounts and clients dancing
> through his head. He needed to work extra hard because we needed a new
> car, blah blah blah...I'd heard it all before and it didn't make the
> ache between my legs feel any better.
>
> I felt his balls, hairy and warm, rolling them around in my fingers
> gently. I started thinking that maybe losing those wouldn't be such a
> bad thing. Clarice's husband was perfectly normal, very calm, almost
> sedate, but a lot of fun to be around too. He was the model of a good
> husband, just like Jack. The only real difference was that James
> didn't mind if his wife had a lover, whereas my husband...I
> couldn't even imagine his reaction.
>
> "Jack?" I whispered.
>
> "Hmmm?" He responded softly. "What is it, baby?"
>
> "What do you think of castration?"
>
> "Huh?" He rolled over. "Castration? Are you getting a dog?"
>
> "No, Jack, I mean like a guy, a man getting castrated."
>
> "Oh. Mmm...I don't know." He started sleeping about then and I rolled
> over, frustrated as usual and finding it hard to sleep.
>
> If Jack was castrated, I kept thinking, perhaps I could be with another
> man then. I could be having all the sex I could handle and Jack
> wouldn't care. He'd still be the same, and I'd be so much happier. He
> might be happier too, Clarice seemed to think so. It really could work,
> I thought, if we could get around the baby issue.
>
> I spoke with Clarice a couple days later, asking her about that doctor
> she'd mentioned.
>
> "Oh, have you been thinking about getting Jack fixed?" She asked.
>
> We were seated in the backyard with a young Hispanic woman, Roselyn,
> who couldn't have been more than 18 or 19 at the most. She was
> exotic, which made her all the more beautiful with her dark skin and
> black eyes. I didn't understand exactly what her relationship with
> Clarice was, but the two women seemed close somehow.
>
> "Uh, kind of, I don't know. I'd just like to ask some questions, you
> know?"
>
> "Oh sure, I have her phone number in my address book. Roselyn, would
> you be a dear and get Dr. Lyon's phone number please? It's on my
> writing desk. Thanks sweetie."
>
> "Yes ma'am." The young woman nodded and walked off to find the
> information.
>
> "Oh Dr. Lyons really is very good, too. You'll like her I think. She's
> been castrating men for years and I've never heard of anyone
> complaining." Clarice continued, gazing after her Hispanic friend.
>
> "There are more castrated men in town?" For some reason I'd imagined
> Jim as the only one.
>
> "Oh yes, dear!" Clarice chuckled. "Quite a few in fact. Most of my
> friends have had their husband's castrated already. It really is a very
> trendy thing nowadays, even among newlyweds like yourselves."
>
> "Really?" I was surprised at that.
>
> Roselyn returned with the phone number, written on a piece of
> stationary for me in her neat handwriting. "Here you are, Lisa." She
> gave me a little smile. She was quite beautiful but there was something
> about her dark eyes that was vaguely unsettling.
>
> "Oh, okay. Thanks Roselyn, thank you Clarice." I smiled at the two
> women and decided I'd call this doctor and see what the deal was.
>
> -=-=-
>
> "Sunrise Care Services, my name is Peter, how may I direct your call."
> A very nice man asked me.
>
> "Uh, Dr. Lyon's office please."
>
> "Thank you, have a nice day." He said and then another phone was
> ringing.
>
> "Good morning, Dr. Lyon's office, Nurse Ryan speaking, may I help you?"
>
> "Hi, good morning, I got your number from a friend of mine and I was
> wanting some information regarding a, uh...castration procedure?" I
> actually blushed when I said it, I think, although I don't know why.
>
> "Sure, I can answer any questions you might have. Could I have your
> name please?" She sounded very young.
>
> "My...name? I just wanted to ask..."
>
> "I understand, we just like to keep a record of who calls, the
> information is confidential, I assure you."
>
> "Oh, well, my name is Lisa Pavageau and my husband's name is Jack." I
> hadn't meant to say that!
>
> "Then I take it this is regarding the castration of your husband?"
>
> "Uh, yes." I winced.
>
> "And how old is your husband, Lisa?"
>
> "He's um, 27 years old."
>
> "Oh, that's a good age to get castrated." The woman told me.
>
> "It is?"
>
> "Oh yes, there's numerous health issues related to the testicles that
> first arise in the 25-35 age bracket. Many of these problems are
> undetectable by normal examinations until the they become symptomatic,
> and by then the medical costs of treatment is much higher, and the
> likelihood of successful treatment much lower. So many men who are very
> ill today, in their 40's and 50's would be living much better,
> healthier lives if they'd been castrated when they'd been 30 or so."
>
> "Really?" I wondered how she remembered all that, but maybe Dr. Lyons
> really did have a lot of customers...er, patients or whatever.
>
> "Oh, yes ma'am, that's a medical fact. Of course the biggest issue is
> that the medical establishment is largely run by men, if you catch my
> meaning, Lisa." She chuckled softly.
>
> "Ah." I said, being a little unsure of what she meant.
>
> "Men being, well, men...They're a little reluctant to publish the fact
> that castration as a preventive medical measure is both feasible and
> desirable."
>
> "I see." Actually castration as preventive medicine sounded a little
> strange to me. I mean I wouldn't want to get a mastectomy to prevent
> breast cancer, would I? "But what about, uh babies? I want to, we
> want to, start a family and if..."
>
> "Oh we always preserve sperm specimens from all of our patients. Your
> husband's sperm would be stored indefinitely, and available for in
> utero fertilization any time you desired it. The viability of the
> process is right around 98% which means very little of the spermatozoa
> itself is degraded, and in general terms it isn't even worth worrying
> about since the average patient donates roughly 10CC's of sperm
> containing literally millions of healthy sperm cells."
>
> "So I could get pregnant any time I wanted?"
>
> "That's right Lisa, exactly like that. All that is required is your
> husband to sign a few forms releasing his sperm for fertilization. He
> can sign those anytime and they'll stand up in any court in the
> country. Our clinic isn't interested in a hypothetical custodial
> battle over sperm;" she giggled, "we leave that to the daytime talk
> shows."
>
> "So even if we got...divorced, I could still get impregnated by him?"
>
> "As long as the paperwork has been done, sure."
>
> Wow! My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Is there such a thing
> as too much good news? That made me smile, but still, the whole
> castration thing was sounding strange too. This girl was almost excited
> about it!
>
> "And, um...what about the procedure itself?" I wondered. "Is it..."
>
> Nurse Ryan reassured me immediately. "Oh, the procedure is very simple.
> Unless your husband has complications, such as hemophilia for example,
> the castration itself is an out-patient procedure. That means he comes
> in and we prep him for surgery, Dr. Lyons removes his testes and excess
> tissue, and we suture him back up. It takes less than two hours and
> he's back home."
>
> "It doesn't hurt, does it?" I had no desire to hurt my husband, of
> course.
>
> "No. Not at all. We generally prefer to use just a local anesthetic,
> since anytime a patient is put unconscious it creates small but
> unavoidable risks. Of course, some men, many men, would prefer to be
> completely out during their castration." Nurse Ryan laughed. "But
> unless there's a real medical reason, we keep them awake. Dr, Lyons
> believes that seeing their balls removed is also good for the
> psychological health of the patient."
>
> "I see." I paused for a moment, wondering if I'd asked about everything
> I wanted to.
>
> "Would you like to set up a consultation?" Nurse Ryan suggested.
>
> "Oh! Uh...I don't know, um..."
>
> "It's okay, you probably haven't really had a chance to discuss this
> with your husband yet, have you?" Nurse Ryan must have had a lot of
> experience with young wives like me.
>
> "No, um...not yet."
>
> "Well, you could still come by, if you like. By yourself, or with your
> husband, and see our facilities, meet Dr. Lyons. Especially if you find
> it hard to talk to your husband. We might be able to suggest some
> methods to convince him of the value castration can add to his
> life...and yours, Lisa."
>
> I could almost hear Nurse Ryan's smile through the phone and I couldn't
> help but make an appointment with Dr. Lyons for the following week. I
> wasn't really sold on the idea, it was just one of those weird
> thoughts really, but if Clarice seemed to think it was a good idea...
>
> As we lay in bed that night, I broached the subject again with my
> husband. "Dear?" I was rubbing his chest lightly, knowing all too
> well that I'd probably get no physical interest out of him. "I was
> thinking about that...thing...that we talked about the other night."
>
> "Mmm..." He murmured sleepily. "What thing?"
>
> "The castration thing." I glanced at him but he just lay there.
> "Did you know it can be really good for you?"
>
> "Good for me? What?" Jack turned over, onto his side facing me.
>
> "Castration, the doctors say it can be really healthy."
>
> "Lisa." He almost laughed. "What the hell are you talking
> about?"
>
> "I love you. I just want to do what's best for you, that's
> all." I didn't add that I thought it would be pretty good for me
> too.
>
> "I have the biggest presentation of my life in three days." He
> sighed. "The president is going to be there, the CFO, all the
> department heads..." Jack shook his head. "And you're talking
> about cutting off my balls?" He did laugh then.
>
> "Well, I think it would help you." I shrugged a little. "The lady
> I spoke to said a lot of stress comes from having balls." I wasn't
> explaining this very well, was I?
>
> "A lady? A woman?" Jack closed his eyes. "What would any woman
> know about balls?" He rolled over again. "Just go to sleep,
> okay?"
>
> He wasn't taking me seriously, I realized. I was just his trophy
> wife, not someone he wanted advice from. It made me more than a little
> sad and try as I might, I just couldn't think of a way to make my
> concern for him any plainer. I really hoped Dr. Lyons would have some
> ideas, if not about castration, then a pill to make him horny, at
> least.
>
> I kept my appointment, feeling vaguely uneasy that I was alone. Jack
> should have been with me, but Nurse Ryan, who turned out to be a very
> attractive young girl, maybe 20 years old and just out of nursing
> school, reassured me.
>
> "Most of our patients don't come to the first visit." She smiled
> and patted my arm. "Their husbands, or boyfriends, even sons and
> fathers sometimes, just don't understand how important their
> well-being is to the people around them."
>
> I nodded, she was expressing exactly how I felt. If Jack only knew how
> much I cared about him, he would have come along. I filled out some
> forms in the waiting room. It was a very nice office, well appointed
> and pleasant. Not so much like a hospital at all.
>
> There was another woman there, older than I, perhaps forty or so, and
> she smiled politely at me. Next to her sat a teenaged boy, looking
> somewhat bored and acting the tough, but it was obvious he was nervous.
> He was good looking, with short brown hair and a too big t-shirt, worn
> jeans and unlaced hiking boots. He looked like a typical teenager and I
> largely ignored him.
>
> "Is this your first visit?" The woman asked me, when it was obvious
> I'd finished the forms. I nodded. "Husband?"
>
> "Yes, my husband...I'm just getting some information really." I
> sounded like I was telling a sales clerk I was just browsing a store.
> "I mean, he isn't really interested in it."
>
> The woman stared at me for a second and then laughed happily like I'd
> just told her a really good joke. "Oh, they never are! Believe me. I
> have a husband and three boys. But if Kevin wants to play
> football..."
>
> Just then Nurse Ryan returned and took my forms. She smiled at Kevin.
> "Are you ready, Kevin? Right this way please." The boy practically
> jumped at the sound of his name and he looked at his mother with wide,
> pleading eyes, but when the woman stood up, the handsome youth did the
> same. I watched them leave wondering what playing football had to do
> with being castrated.
>
> "Excuse me." I caught the nurse as she was walking by. I knew it
> was rude but... "That boy, Kevin, is he going to be...?"
>
> Nurse Ryan looked at me, slightly confused. "What? Castrated?" I
> nodded and she giggled. "Good heavens, no! He's just getting a
> prostate exam for his sports physical." She looked around and lowered
> her voice. "He doesn't really need one, but his mom's a
> little...you know...overprotective." She twirled her finger near her
> right ear. "It won't hurt him anyway; Dr. Lyons is very gentle with
> our younger patients."
>
> "Oh." I actually let out a little sigh of relief for young Kevin.
> "Uh, good."
>
> Perhaps 15 minutes later I was surprised to see a very good looking
> man, dressed in green scrubs with a lab coat over his broad shoulders,
> approaching me. "Lisa?" I smiled and stood up, feeling a little
> self-conscious beneath his soft brown eyes. "I'm Dr. Prescott, the
> clinic psychologist." He smiled and I felt my knees go weak. When he
> took my hand gently in his, it was worse. This guy, I thought to
> myself, belonged in an art gallery. Or at least in some underwear ads.
>
> "It's nice to meet you." I blinked, feeling my stomach doing
> little flip-flops. I could smell him. Not his cologne, not the soap he
> used. I could smell him. It was obscene.
>
> "Dr. Lyons is with a patient right now, but I thought I could have a
> little chat with you." He let go of my hand and put his palm in the
> small of my back, making me give a slight gasp. "Would you like to
> come to my office?"
>
> I nodded dumbly, not trusting my voice. I let him lead me gently down a
> warm, carpeted corridor and into a spacious office with a nice view.
> There was a desk, of course, but also a comfortable chair and small
> sofa, a love seat really, arranged in the corner. We moved there and I
> sat on the loveseat. I declined his offer of coffee and watched as he
> sat in the chair, leaning forward so that we were very close.
>
> "Now you're here about your husband, right?"
>
> "Yes, uh, yeah...Jack, my husband." I was looking into the
> doctor's eyes and having a very hard time remembering what my husband
> even looked like.
>
> "So, I understand that you're interested in having him
> castrated." He nodded to himself. "But..." He smiled, inviting me
> to explain.
>
> "But, uh...He's not very...interested." I admitted. "He
> doesn't really take me seriously."
>
> Dr. Prescott nodded in understanding. "We'll talk about Jack in a
> moment. Why do you think it would be good to have this procedure?"
>
> "Well, um...I love him." I had to say that. "I...he's under a
> lot of stress, at work. Maybe if he were...fixed..." I smiled weakly.
> "It would make things easier for him."
>
> The truth was I wasn't sure if I wanted him to have that procedure or
> not. I mean I knew all the selfish reasons, especially since Clarice
> and James seemed so happy, but now that I was actually sitting there, I
> felt like an actress saying what I did. It was like I'd put myself in
> a hole and I really had no choice but to keep digging.
>
> "I see." Dr. Prescott pursed his lips. "The testicles can
> certainly contribute to emotional as well as physical problems,
> especially if the patient works in a high-stress environment." He
> paused. "How is your personal life, Lisa?"
>
> "What?" I frowned slightly. "My...personal life?"
>
> "Yes." He shrugged. "Your sex life. Are you satisfied by your
> husband?"
>
> I made a face and Dr. Prescott smiled. "Uh, no. I'm not
> satisfied."
>
> "You realize that once your husband is castrated he'll lose
> virtually all interest in sex."
>
> It was my turn to laugh. "That would be an improvement, Doctor,
> believe me." I closed my eyes. "Jack has no interest in sex now."
>
> "Okay." Dr. Prescott looked at me, leaning back into his chair.
> "So, tell me, Lisa...What specifically is your interest in this? Your
> personal benefit from castrating your husband?"
>
> "I..." I wasn't sure I wanted to answer this beautiful man,
> doctor or not. "I'm only 20 Doctor." I folded my arms across my
> breasts protectively. "I need...sex. I guess." I hoped that
> didn't make sound like a slut or something and I could feel my face
> reddening slightly.
>
> "Well, of course you do, Lisa." He laughed and I blushed hard then.
> "So how does this help?"
>
> "I want to...to take a lover." I looked down. "And maybe
> if...if...Jack was castrated..."
>
> "He wouldn't care?" Dr. Prescott offered. "You'd feel
> justified having a relationship, a sexual relationship, outside the
> normal bounds of marriage?"
>
> "Yes." I looked up, as if daring the man to disapprove me. "I
> won't cheat on him. Not now, like this...I can't."
>
> "But if he were castrated and unable to perform, you think
> he'd...approve?" Dr. Prescott arched his eyebrows. He didn't wait
> for my obvious reply. "What if he didn't approve?"
>
> "If he...didn't?" I hadn't thought about that. "I don't
> know. I-I'd..."
>
> "Would it matter to you? Really? Would it bother you having an affair
> with another man, knowing your husband disapproves..." he smiled.
> "And knowing at the same time that he was powerless to give you the
> satisfaction you need?"
>
> "But he doesn't give it to me now..." I was feeling confused.
>
> "But right now you're not having an affair. Is it because he
> wouldn't approve? Or is it because he maintains at least the
> potential to give you pleasure?"
>
> "I don't know."
>
> "Are you afraid of your husband, Lisa?"
>
> "What? No! No, not at all." I shook my head.
>
> "Then why are you afraid of having an affair?" He asked reasonably.
>
> "Because...uh, because he's my husband. I love him." I looked out
> the windows briefly. "I respect him too much to do that to him."
>
> "And so what would be the difference if he was castrated?"
>
> "I'm...I don't know."
>
> "You'd still love him?" Dr. Prescott asked.
>
> "Of course, yes. Always." I had no doubt in my heart.
>
> "Then...if it isn't fear, as you've said. And you'd still love
> him...then what changes?" He smiled and held out his hands.
>
> "Respect?" I wondered softly.
>
> "Can you respect a man with no balls, Lisa?" Dr. Prescott made it
> sound like the very idea was repugnant.
>
> I thought about it carefully. I'd still respect my husband, I mean as
> a husband. As the person who loved me, who supported me. But as a man?
> Was he a man? Would he still be without his testicles?
>
> "Lisa?" The Dr. prodded gently.
>
> "No." I whispered, feeling the words escape my lips like a small
> betrayal.
>
> "No." Dr. Prescott agreed. "Of course you couldn't. A beautiful
> woman like you. A woman who needs so much, and has so much to offer to
> the right...man." He shook his head sadly. "You can't respect him
> now, can you? As a man?"
>
> I shook my head sadly, feeling bewildered more than anything else. I
> felt like Dr. Prescott had just spun me around a whole bunch of times
> and I was going to fall down any second. Did I really feel this way? I
> wasn't sure at all. But Jack couldn't even make love to me more
> than a few times a month. A real man, I was sure, would take me every
> chance he had. In every possible way he could ever want. He would do
> things to me...awful, terrible and beautiful things to make my body
> scream with ecstasy. My husband wasn't really a man at all, or so it
> somehow seemed. And if I understood what this doctor was telling me
> then I didn't respect him at all, did I.
>
> "I..." I licked my lips, trying to find words for the thought
> forming in my mind. "I could respect him again, if he was
> castrated...couldn't I, doctor?"
>
> "Of course you could." He smiled and nodded, plainly happy with me,
> but hat just confused me even more. I'd almost thought he was trying
> to talk me out of it.
>
> Just then there was a knock at the door and an auburn haired woman
> entered the room, smiling. She was dressed in scrubs as well, with a
> lab coat and carrying a clipboard. She was tall and thin, with a pretty
> face. Her blue eyes were bright and her smile genuine.
>
> "Ah, Dr. Lyons." Dr. Prescott stood up. "I was just speaking with
> Lisa, getting a feel for her situation."
>
> "Good, good!" Dr. Lyons nodded and walked over, shaking my hand.
> "I'm Theresa Lyons, it's so nice to meet you, Lisa." She sat
> down next to me and Dr. Prescott took his chair again. "I've looked
> over your file, just briefly. So, you're interested in having your
> husband castrated?"
>
> "Yes." I nodded.
>
> "And you've had a little chat with Dr. Prescott." She looked at
> her colleague. "How was that?"
>
> "Well..." He looked at me. "I'm not sure Jack, Lisa's
> husband, is really a good candidate for the procedure, frankly."
>
> I stared at him, wondering what he was saying.
>
> "The issue isn't so much Jack's health, or his present physical
> condition. If he was...mmm...exhibiting deviant sexuality, was sexually
> addicted, or if he was simply prone to serial infidelity..." He gave
> me a little smile. "...In such cases castration is a preferred and
> very successful form of treatment. But this isn't the case here.
> Jack's lack of interest in sex has resulted in the inability of Lisa
> to recognize his traditional role as the dominant partner in their
> marriage. She can't respect him as a man. She loves him, obviously,
> cares about him and responds to Jack's ability to support her..."
>
> "Do you agree with Dr. Prescott, Lisa?" Dr. Lyons was tapping her
> pen against her clipboard softly.
>
> "I...I guess so, yes." I nodded. I wasn't really prepared to
> dispute him; I just hadn't expected the man to speak so bluntly.
>
> "I haven't spoken to Lisa's husband about this, of course, so I
> can't predict how he would react emotionally. Lisa's hope is that
> he would approve and even encourage her in seeking extra-marital
> affairs. My belief, my instinct...based in a large part on my
> observations of Lisa...are that Jack is a competitive, even protective
> individual, who would not willingly approve any such activities."
>
> "What...uh, what does that mean?" I asked.
>
> "It means, Lisa, you're a trophy wife. You're Jack's trophy
> wife and unless I'm very much mistaken, losing his balls is going to
> have very little to do with giving up something so important to his
> self-image. In fact, the effect achieved may be the opposite of what is
> intended. He might be inclined to paranoia, exemplified by fits of
> jealous rage."
>
> "What?" I sounded shocked because I was. Jack going into a jealous
> rage? I would never believe it. "But I thought castrated men
> were...more calm. Had less testosterone or whatever it is."
>
> "That's true dear. But the response that concerns us is caused by
> your husband's personality, his ego to put it in the simplest terms,
> and that does not change overnight." Dr. Lyons nodded and her voice
> softened. "We're not saying that's what will happen, of course.
> Once Dr. Prescott is able to meet your husband it becomes much easier
> to predict his reaction. But we do have a lot of experience to draw on
> and your story is not an unfamiliar one by any means."
>
> "You want to meet him? My husband?" I wondered how I would ever
> talk Jack into coming to the clinic.
>
> "That is the next logical step, Lisa." Dr. Prescott nodded. "It
> can be very informal, the information I need is fairly simple to gather
> from just a normal conversation really."
>
> "So you're saying Jack doesn't need to know that you're a
> doctor?"
>
> "Exactly." He smiled. "Your husband doesn't even need to come
> to my office, we could meet anywhere he would feel most comfortable."
>
> "But please keep in mind Lisa, castration is not always the best
> option." Dr. Lyons told me. "You can't plan on it, okay? There
> are many considerations and there are other options available to you as
> well."
>
> "What other options?" I looked at her, knowing I'd had my heart
> set on castrating my husband.
>
> "Well, we can talk about those another time. After Dr. Prescott is
> able to make a better recommendation." She patted my knee. "I need
> to see another appointment, but you just be patient, okay?" She gave
> me a warm, sympathetic smile and left.
>
> Dr. Prescott rose and I stood up then as well, thanking him. I told him
> I'd give him a call in a day or two and hopefully we'd be able to
> schedule something, a time when he could meet my husband. I offered him
> my hand and he took it gently, smiling.
>
> "Lisa, before you leave..." He looked into my eyes. "I was
> wondering if you'd do something for me."
>
> "Oh?" I gave a little smile of my own. "What's that, doctor?"
>
> "Get on your knees and suck my cock for me." He put his hands on my
> shoulders as I stood there, my jaw hanging open in shock. "Go on, be
> a good little slut."
>
> "Excuse me?" I felt my heart stop and I couldn't breathe. "I
> don't...No! I can't!" I tried to sound indignant, but I made no
> effort to slap his face, like I should have done. Or even to leave the
> man's office.
>
> "Yes you can." He spoke gently, reassuring me even as his hands
> pressed down on my shoulders, urging me to do as he demanded. "You
> don't respect Jack anyway, do you? Why should you suffer for a man
> you can't respect, Lisa?"
>
> "But I..." My breasts heaved as I blinked into the doctor's face,
> trying to find an argument, or a reason not to do what we both wanted.
>
> "Shhh...You need this, even more than you know, Lisa. You need a man
> you can respect, a real man who wants you." I felt my strength
> weakening, like my willpower was draining away with every word the man
> uttered. "Jack lost his balls a long time ago, didn't he Lisa?"
>
> "Wha...what?" I was looking up at him as my knees touched the
> carpet.
>
> "Take it out, go on, Lisa..." He coached me gently.
>
> "I don't...I can't...please, don't make me..." I was pleading
> with him, but my hands had gone to his trousers, feeling the largeness
> trapped inside.
>
> "Shhh...don't say that...just do it..." He laughed. "You need a
> strong man, don't you Lisa?"
>
> I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes." I whispered as I unzipped his
> pants, reaching into the warmth and finding his semi-hard cock. It felt
> huge in my hands and I pulled it free, gasping at the size of his
> organ.
>
> "A real man, Lisa." He put a hand on my head, stroking my hair.
> "With real balls, who isn't afraid to take a woman if he
> wants..."
>
> "Yes..." I whispered again and I had to hold his lengthening penis
> in both hands. It had to be 8 or maybe even 9 inches long and so thick
> that my fingers couldn't even go all the way around it! It was
> nothing like my husband's cock, which wasn't really small, just
> average.
>
> "Suck it now...wash my big dick, Lisa...Show me how bad you want to
> fuck it!" He was pulling my head closer and I groaned with my
> embarrassing desire as I let him, opening my mouth for that huge
> swollen head and letting it stretch my lips wide. I'd never done this
> before, not even for my husband, and I shuddered at the thought of
> doing it now for a total stranger.
>
> "Too big?" Dr. Prescott laughed. "Lick it first then, get it nice
> and wet and then we'll make it fit, Lisa!"
>
> I licked his shaft up and down, letting my saliva run across his hot
> flesh, working my hands back and forth until it was shiny and dark,
> pulsing in my hands. I ran my tongue along the underside, around the
> crown and tickled that hard beautiful cock everywhere I could. I kissed
> it, spit on it, and let it slide across my lips and cheeks and nose.
>
> "Take out my balls, Lisa...Wash them for me!"
>
> I nodded, as though I were in some sex induced trance, and pulled his
> balls free so they hung like two huge plums trapped in his silky soft
> wrinkled sack. I felt them gently, marveling at their size and weight
> as I hefted them in my hand. Dr. Prescott pulled me closer, urging me
> to take them into my mouth, one at a time, and wash them thoroughly
> with my tongue. I sucked the man's balls tenderly, savoring his male
> scent and salty taste. Here was a real man, I knew, a man to be
> respected and worshipped!
>
> When Dr. Prescott had enough of my mouth on his balls, he pulled my
> head back, his fingers twisting in my hair. He stroked his huge cock
> briefly and aimed it at my mouth, pushing the swollen head between my
> parted lips. "Suck it Lisa, oh! Suck it you beautiful bitch!" He
> pushed his cock into my mouth, even though I was unprepared for it, but
> that only made it better!
>
> I felt my lips being stretched taut around him, his cockhead seeming to
> fill my mouth completely, leaving no room for my tongue or even my
> teeth. He grunted, holding my head tight in his hands while I braced
> myself against Dr. Prescott's powerful thighs. I dug my fingernails
> into his legs as he pushed, shoving that great prick inside me another
> inch and making me gag loudly.
>
> "Choke on it!" He laughed. "Go ahead! I'm not stopping until
> you take it all!"
>
> His words seemed cruel and frightened me, but at the same time I
> understood his need to dominate me totally. To use me and I wanted it!
> I wanted him to treat me that way, fucking his cock into my mouth and
> deeper, into my throat until I had every thick hard inch of him inside
> me.
>
> "Open up, Lisa! Come on girl, or it's gonna hurt!" Dr. Prescott
> warned me.
>
> I tried hard to open for him, forcing myself to swallow and hold that
> position, with my throat open. His cock was so huge though, it was
> forcing tears to leak from my tightly shut eyes, running down my red
> cheeks. I felt him shoving again and suddenly there was a peculiar and
> almost painful popping sensation as his cock found itself in my throat
> and Dr. Prescott pushed hard then, sinking inside me until his balls
> pressed against my chin and my nose was buried in his public hair.
>
> "Ahhhh! Fuck yeah! Lisa! You did it!" He held me like that a moment
> and then pulled slowly back, letting me take a breath and gasp a
> little. "Let's do it again!"
>
> Over and over he pushed his big dick into my throat, until finally I
> was taking him, if not easily, then at least with only small
> difficulty. He was fucking my throat slowly, moving in and out and I
> loved it. My face was impaled on his great cock and I had the horribly
> wicked thought that I wished my husband had been there to see it!
>
> "That's enough!" Dr. Prescott chuckled as he pulled his cock out
> of my mouth completely. "Bend over the couch, Lisa. I want to fuck
> you now."
>
> "Oh yessss!" I breathed. "I want it!" I'd never even seen
> such a huge cock in my life and my pussy was soaked already. I wanted
> it inside of me; I wanted to know what that monster felt like inside my
> burning pussy!
>
> He pushed me down, over the back of the leather loveseat and yanked my
> skirt up, over my hips. "God! What a fine ass!" He slapped my ass
> hard and I yelped, wriggling slightly as he grabbed my panties,
> deliberately ripping them with his hands. He pushed a finger into my
> anus with no warning at all, just shoved his thick digit deep into my
> tight virgin asshole and making me hiss with pain. "Maybe I should
> fuck you there, Lisa! You ever been ass fucked?"
>
> "N-No! No...never...!" I moaned and my body instinctively recoiled
> at the thought of taking him there.
>
> "I bet a slut like you would love it, huh?" he spanked my ass hard
> again, twice...three times, making it sting nicely. "Answer me!"
>
> "Yea...yeeesssss!" I looked over my shoulder. "Yes!"
>
> "Next time!" He laughed. "I'll give you a couple days to think
> about it..." Dr. Prescott pulled his finger out and reached around,
> pushing it into my mouth. "Suck it, Lisa!" He hooked his finger,
> pressing it into the inside of my cheek like a fish hook while I
> tongued it. "Clean that finger for me, bitch!"
>
> A moment later he was rubbing my steaming cunt with that same finger,
> spreading my labia and telling me how wet I was. All I could do was
> moan and push myself back against him. I bit my lip as I felt Dr.
> Prescott bring his immense cock to my pussy, rubbing the head up and
> down my slit.
>
> "Are you on the pill, Lisa?" he asked me and I shook my head.
>
> "I-I'm trying to get...P-Pregnant..." I sighed. "With...M-My
> husband."
>
> "Well, I'm not going to pull out, bitch." He chuckled and slapped
> my ass again. "I'm not going to use a condom either...Do you still
> want me to fuck you?"
>
> "Ohhh...God!" I wanted a baby, a baby with Jack so badly...But that
> huge cock, rubbing up and down my slit felt so good. And this was a
> man, a real man... "Do it! Please...Oh please! Fuck me!"
>
> He laughed and grabbed my right arm, pulling it back. "You want it?
> You have to prove it, Lisa! Put it in...Put my big cock in your pussy,
> slut!"
>
> I groaned, feeling for his penis and squeezing it as my fingers found
> him. I pulled him closer, feeling blindly for the entrance to my
> fertile womb. I rubbed his cock across my wanton cunt until it found
> purchase and I pulled him harder, urging Dr. Prescott to push it in me.
>
> "Ahhh...fuck your hot!" he said with a sigh, grabbing my hips in
> his strong hands. "Feel free to scream, Lisa...Everybody knows what
> we're doing and this is gonna feel so good!"
>
> Everybody knows? I wondered at that, but only for a brief second before
> he was pushing that huge slab of meat into my too small cunt. I did
> scream as he squeezed my flesh in his strong hands, getting a better
> grip and then lunging forward with his hips, spearing his cock all the
> way inside me. The rush of pain and pleasure was a heady combination
> and I arched my back, crying out loudly as he bottomed out, the head of
> his penis smashing into my cervix.
>
> He fucked me hard for a long time, making me cum over and over again on
> his cock until I could barely lift my head. I was being worn out by
> this man, this real man, who seemed to have all the stamina in the
> world. He slowed down at one point, letting me catch my breath.
>
> "How's that cock feel, Lisa?" He pulled my head up by my hair,
> twisting it so he could see my face as he worked his cock slowly inside
> me.
>
> "G-Good...Sooooo good!" I gasped and he laughed, reaching
> underneath me to pull at my blouse, popping off some buttons and
> yanking hard at my bra until it came free. He grabbed my breasts and
> then lifted me, actually pulling me off the sofa so I was impaled on
> his cock and carried somewhat roughly in his arms.
>
> He walked me over to his desk, putting me on my belly and started
> fucking me again, slamming his great prick in and out so that even that
> big heavy desk was rocking back and forth beneath us. A few minutes
> later he was finally close and he pushed himself as far inside me as
> he'd ever gone, even when he'd lifted me.
>
> "Here it comes, Lisa! Oh fuck!....Yeaaaahhh!!" His cocked seemed to
> swell even larger, if that was possible and it jerked noticeably inside
> me as his hot sperm erupted inside me. It jetted onto the bruised
> pillow of my cervix, flooding me with an incredible and distinct warmth
> that I'd never experienced before.
>
> It triggered another orgasm of my own and I screamed with the insane
> pleasure of the moment. Both of us cumming hard at the same time, our
> juices mixing in my womb, bathing my eggs with it. Another man, a real
> man had finally taken me, used me the way I'd always wanted and it
> was fantastic! Right at that moment I didn't care if I was getting
> pregnant, I didn't care what my husband would think or say, I
> didn't respect him enough for that...All I knew was that I wanted
> this, real sex with a real man.
>
> But such moments pass.
>
> I drove home slowly, shaking inside and out as I tried to concentrate
> on the traffic around me, but it was hard. I had left the clinic
> feeling suddenly ashamed. Dr. Prescott had fucked me; there was no
> other word for it. He'd taken me and filled my womb with his potent
> sperm, and then waited, holding me down as if to make sure his seed had
> opportunity to find my egg.
>
> At the time I'd felt nothing but arousal, almost euphoric ecstasy and
> I bathed in the knowledge that a real man had taken my husband's
> wife. He'd pulled out finally, his cock still semi-hard, and given me
> a small slap on my ass, chuckling as he zipped himself up. He told me
> to make sure and call the office, to let him know when he could see me
> again, when he could meet my husband.
>
> He was done with me then, our appointment finished and with it the
> sensations that I'd enjoyed so much. I'd reached down, feeling my
> loose and puffy sex, soaked with our juices and leaking the doctor's
> semen only slowly; most of it remained deep in my womb like a warm
> stain on my soul.
>
> What had I done?
>
> I dressed quickly, worried that someone might catch me there in
> Prescott's office and see me like that. Or smell our recent union in
> the air. I snuck out like a criminal, fleeing the scene of a crime, my
> eyes down and face red. My heart was pounding, but for a far different
> reason than it had just a short time before.
>
> "Ma'am? Miss Pavageau?" The receptionist, Nurse Ryan stopped me
> and I swallowed nervously, afraid to look at the girl, but somehow I
> did. "Would you like to schedule a follow-up?" She was smiling.
>
> "Oh, uh..." I shook my head. "I haven't talked with my husband
> yet, I..."
>
> "Oh not for him!" The girl laughed and then leaned close over the
> counter. "I meant for you, with Dr. Prescott...You know..." She
> lifted her eyebrows suggestively.
>
> "W-What?" I stared at her for a second and I couldn't think of
> anything to say. I just turned and walked quickly towards the doors, my
> entire body flushing with embarrassment.
>
> "I'll pencil you in for next Wednesday, okay? Two o'clock." She
> giggled and I almost fell running down the shirt stairs and outside.
>
> I loved my husband. I hadn't meant what I'd said at all, how could
> I possibly not respect the man I married? Because he didn't have sex
> with me often enough? Was that even a reason? He took good care of me,
> always. He was patient and tender, thoughtful of the little things I
> loved. I'd married him because I loved him, not because he could fuck
> me and laugh about it the way Prescott had.
>
> Who was the real man here, I thought, driving through a veil of tears.
> Some doctor, a stranger I didn't even know who had known what buttons
> to push, played some little game with my head to bend me over? Or the
> man who loved me and cared enough to be honest with me, even if he
> couldn't always find the right way to give me pleasure?
>
> I was driving in circles, afraid to go home. My husband would be at
> work, I knew, but part of him was waiting for me anyway. It was our
> home, the place where we lived together. Where we ate and slept and
> talked and made love, not often perhaps, and not as much as I desired,
> but that's what it was. Making love. I couldn't go back there. I
> didn't live there anymore, I didn't deserve to.
>
> It was Clarice's fault, I told myself, wiping my eyes with my
> fingers. She was the one who'd planted that silly idea in my head.
> Her and her husband. He was a man I couldn't respect, and so I
> couldn't respect her either. Not anymore. She'd been so eager to
> help me, to suggest that I fix my problem by fixing my husband. Well I
> had news for her, my husband wasn't broke! I was the one, me, I had
> listened to someone I thought I'd admired and now look at me.
>
> I parked the car near the curb, sobbing and pressing my hands against
> my tummy. I was probably pregnant now, just a few tiny cells, too small
> to see, growing and replicating and attaching themselves to me forever.
> I had betrayed my husband, betrayed my wedding vows and my family, my
> parents who had raised me. I'd done all that just for a few minutes
> of pleasure with a man I barely knew and would never love.
>
> I didn't want to see Clarice. Not that I was afraid of her, only that
> I had nothing to say to her. She'd just spoken the words, I'd done
> the listening. It was all on me and I'd never felt so ashamed in my
> life.
>
> "Miss?" There was a tapping at my window and I was startled by the
> policeman tapping on the glass.
>
> I wiped my eyes quickly and licked my lips, looking around like I'd
> forgotten where the switch was for the window. I rolled it down,
> apologizing and blushing at my appearance.
>
> "I'm sorry, I was..."
>
> "Are you okay?" He was asking me, looking at me and then around
> inside the car as if I might be hiding something.
>
> "Yeah, yeah...I just uh, I got some bad news." I was nodding.
> "I'll...I'm going home."
>
> "Where do you live?"
>
> "Just there, over there on Maple Court." I glanced in the direction
> of my house.
>
> "I'm not sure you should be driving..."
>
> "Oh, I'm fine." I tried to smile. "Really, I'm...I'm okay,
> officer."
>
> "I'll follow you, alright?" He told me and there was little room
> for argument and I had no choice at that point. I was going home.
>
> I spent an hour in my bathtub, washing myself thoroughly and then
> washing myself again. I had a lot of sperm inside me and my sex was
> stretched and loose around my fingers as I pressed them inside,
> wriggling and trying to get every last drop of Dr. Prescott's gift.
> But it was too late, I was sure.
>
> I washed my clothes, everything I'd worn, not caring about colors or
> whites or hand washing or any of that. I threw them all in the washing
> machine and added twice as much detergent as I needed and turned it on.
> I'd wash them twice, or three times, or maybe I'd just throw them
> away. I wasn't crying at least, not anymore, but I wanted to.
>
> Especially when I laid down on my bed, on my husband's bed. It
> wasn't mine anymore, or ours, it was his alone. I was just borrowing
> it, borrowing the memories. I could smell him, I thought, on his shirt
> that I was wearing, on the sheets and pillows. His cologne, his sweat.
> I looked through our photo album, the thick white one with golden
> letters. Our wedding album and I wondered who that woman was.
>
> I stared at the pictures one by one, studying every aspect, every small
> detail. I looked at how she smiled, how her eyes sparkled and her skin
> glowed. She was beautiful and pure, dressed in white like a fairy tale
> princess. There she was with her new husband, and there with her
> parents, and with her bridesmaids. So happy, so radiant and bright with
> promise.
>
> I went to the closet and found that dress. It was wrapped in plastic,
> in a pale grey garment bag and I threw it on the bed, unzipping it and
> smelling it, pulling the soft satin and silk to me face. I covered my
> body with it like a blanket, wrapping it around me. I curled up, crying
> again finally, alone in that big bed with nothing but someone else's
> memories to comfort me.
>
> It was no comfort at all.
>
> "Lisa?" I'd been dreaming, perhaps I still was. "Hey, taking a
> little nap?"
>
> My husband's voice was soft and his touch was gentle. He was waking
> me up, bringing me back and for just a second I forgot everything. I
> was just sleeping on our bed and he was home from work. It was normal
> and okay and I almost smiled the way I do when he finds me like that,
> unguarded and innocent. But then I felt the dress I was still wrapped
> up in, clutching it to my breasts. And there in front of me the album,
> laying on our bed. I stared at it, feeling the doctor still in my womb.
>
> "I'm sorry." I said, before I could stop myself. It was all
> coming out and there was nothing for it. "I'm so sorry, Jack." I
> looked at him, his handsome features becoming puzzled as he tried to
> understand what I was saying.
>
> "Sorry for what?" He smiled. "It's your dress. I sorta like
> it."
>
> His hands were moving over me and he leaned down kissing me in the soft
> light of the setting sun streaming through the windows. He was moving,
> getting on the bed with me, lying on his side in his clothes and
> holding me. Our faces were close and I was afraid to see his eyes.
>
> "Have you been crying?" He brought a hand to my face, running his
> thumb across my cheek. "What's wrong? What happened?"
>
> I was crying again, burying my face away from him, covering myself with
> that wedding dress and wishing he would leave me alone. He shouldn't
> have been there, he shouldn't have been touching me, or kissing me. I
> could feel his lips on the top of my head as he hugged me, shushing me
> and rocking me slightly like a little girl.
>
> "Just tell me, what happened?" He was worried now and I wanted to
> tell him so badly, but I couldn't. I couldn't make my lips form the
> words and even if I could, there was no breath in my body. I couldn't
> breathe, my heart was stopped, or going to fast, or something. It hurt
> and it was breaking, I knew. I'd broken my own heart and how could I
> break his as well? I was dying.
>
> We didn't say anything for a long time, neither of us, and I'd
> stopped crying. Not because I wanted to, but I'd just run out of
> tears. There wasn't anything left in me but pain and it wasn't
> enough, not yet. I'd hurt Jack, I knew, I'd hurt him and it would
> end finally. I'd take it and hold it and leave with our pain growing
> in my belly, I could do that much, I thought. If nothing else, I could
> give him the satisfaction of watching me leave.
>
> "I cheated on you." I said softly, beneath my snow white shroud.
> "Today, with another man."
>
> "What?" He asked and his voice was soft, not angry or even
> disbelieving. It was like he hadn't heard me correctly, that's all.
>
> "I went to a clinic." I told him and I felt a curious calm. My skin
> seemed to cool, and I could breathe. I felt detached, like someone else
> was speaking for me.
>
> "A clinic? Why?" Jack cleared his throat a little.
>
> "I wanted to find out about..." I did need a breath there, just a
> small one. "...about castrating you."
>
> "You can't be serious." My husband said, almost laughing like
> this must be a joke. But my tears had been real enough, and they lent
> an undeniable credence to my words.
>
> "I thought we'd be happy and I met a man, a doctor." I shivered,
> just a little and my husband lifted his hand from my back. "He had
> sex with me. He..." I had my eyes closed, but I could feel my husband
> pulling the dress away from my face. "He came inside me. I let
> him."
>
> "You let him?" Jack's voice was growing louder. "Look at
> me...You let him? What does that mean, Lisa? Look at me!"
>
> I opened my eyes and he was there, sitting up above me, staring at me
> in the growing darkness. I had nothing else to say really, I'd told
> him everything he needed to know. I was just waiting now. Maybe he'd
> hit me, or more likely just tell me to leave. Or he might leave
> himself, I didn't know. Whatever he did, I'd accept it. I had no
> choice, I loved him.
>
> "You want to cut off my balls?" He demanded, searching my face for
> an answer. "Is that what you want?"
>
> "I...I don't know." I whispered. "No...I don't, I just..."
>
> "Fuck." He snorted, turning his head away. "And you let this guy
> fuck you, I see. You cut my nuts and fuck this guy, is that the plan?
> You bitch."
>
> He got up, walking away, leaving me there.
>
> "I'm sorry." I said, but I don't think he could hear me. I'd
> barely heard it myself.
>
> I got up once to use the bathroom, but otherwise I didn't move at all
> and as soon as I'd finished I returned to the bed, curling up under
> my dress. I was waiting, that was all I could do. I'd heard my
> husband downstairs, in the kitchen, and in the living room, turning on
> the television and turning it off a minute later.
>
> And it was quiet too, for a long time I could hear nothing but my own
> breathing. The lights were off, everywhere, there wasn't even the
> soft glow from a light downstairs. Jack was sitting in the dark, I
> knew, thinking about me. I wondered if he would drink, or might even be
> drunk already. He wasn't much for alcohol, but we had some bottles
> from last new years in the cabinet. He wouldn't though, I was sure.
> It would be the furthest thing from his mind, like hitting me. It
> hadn't occurred to him, no matter how angry or disappointed he might
> have been, he wasn't built that way.
>
> The LED's on my husband's alarm clock had just clicked over to 1:08
> when he came in. All I could see was his outline, like a shadow in the
> darkness. The only light came from a streetlamp outside and it cast the
> room with shades of grey.
>
> He was on the bed and his hands were neither gentle nor rough, but
> insistent and strong. He was turning me, pulling the dress away from my
> legs and hips, pulling and pushing me to my knees.
>
> "Jack, I..."
>
> "Shut-up." He said, and it was an angry quiet sound like I'd
> never heard from him before. "Don't say a fucking word. You wanna
> fuck, we'll do it this way from now on. You don't, then after I'm
> done get your stuff and call a taxi."
>
> That was all the explanation he was giving me and then I felt him
> ripped my panties, slapping at my thighs in the darkness. I gasped and
> cringed and shivered at the sensations. I felt blindfolded somehow as I
> tried to lift my head only to have my husband push my face back down
> into the mattress.
>
> My heart was going again, confusion and excitement filling my head. I
> didn't know what he was doing, or perhaps I did, but it was so
> unexpected. Was he trying to prove himself to me? Was that was this was
> about? He was mad that another man had put his penis inside me, so now
> my husband had to reassert his claim? I wasn't fighting it, not at
> all, if anything I was ready for it. My body warming quickly, my sex
> coming to life as I realized my husband wanted me. If only for that
> moment, for reasons of jealousy and anger, rather than love, he wanted
> me still.
>
> I wanted him as well, more than anything else in the world. I'd give
> myself to him, do whatever he asked. I wanted him to take me and the
> one real hope I entertained was that I hadn't gotten pregnant that
> afternoon, that Prescott was sterile, or his sperm weak, or my womb
> just not quite exactly ready. Please God, I prayed, let my husband make
> me pregnant. I wouldn't know whose baby it was, and maybe I never
> would, but if I found out in a week or a month that I was pregnant,
> then there was that chance that it was Jack's. That was my
> redemption, I thought, my only hope at salvation.
>
> I held my breath, spreading my thighs as I knelt there, feeling my
> husband's cock, as hard and swollen as it had ever been, rubbing
> across my slit. I moaned softly, pushing myself back, aching to feel
> him inside me, but he pulled away, teasing me, I thought.
>
> "You want it, huh?" He was breathing hard. "Well, I'm not
> putting my dick in that dirty hole..." I started lifting my head as I
> felt his pressing his cock against my anus, "...So this one will have
> to do from now on...Ugggh!..."
>
> He pushed his cock inside me hard, grabbing hops and pulling me back so
> that I screamed with pain as my asshole was suddenly split open by his
> penis. It was a blunt searing pain that spread through me like a fire
> and I was confused by it, all my previous thoughts and hopes and dreams
> shattered suddenly.
>
> "Nooo...Ahhh...P-Please..." I was whispering, my voice muffled
> against the mattress as Jack shoved me back down. I felt sick and
> frightened, the pain was terrible, but the humiliation was even worse.
> He was in my ass, in the dirtiest, most private part of me because it
> was cleaner than my vagina now. I sobbed with a sudden and pathetic
> loathing for myself.
>
> "Uhhh yeah...You whore...How's that? Pretty...Ugh!...Good now? You
> like...Uhhhg...That?" He was fucking my ass as hard as he could,
> tearing into my delicate flesh. It was an act of rape, for all of its
> uncaring violence and dominant desire, nothing else. I was being
> punished with a corruption of our lovemaking, just as I'd corrupted
> our marriage.
>
> I was crying out and jerking my body as if I might get away, but he
> pinned me down easily and in truth I wasn't fighting him at all, just
> the awful knowledge that I'd never have his child now. If I was
> pregnant, it would be Dr. Prescott's and his alone, my husband was
> keeping me, but he wasn't going to save me. Not this night, or for
> many more to come I imagined, but I was free to leave. As soon as
> he'd fucked me one last time, left me with a painful and humiliating
> reminder of what I'd been so concerned with that I'd let it ruin my
> marriage and my life. I could go or stay.
>
> My husband fucked my ass for many long minutes before he finally came.
> I was weeping still, and my cries were soft and punctuated his
> deliberate thrusts. I was limp and exhausted however, and he took me as
> he liked until Jack told me he was going to cum and then did so,
> burying his penis as far into my torn rectum as he could and flooding
> my useless bowels with his sperm.
>
> Jack collapsed on top of me, his body pressing mine flat to the bed
> while he caught his breath. "I'm sorry..." I whispered and his
> face was so close to mine he must have heard me, but he said nothing.
>
> A few minutes later he was getting up, pulling his cock from my ass
> slowly and it was a different sort of ache. My rectum felt mushy and
> loose, filled with grease or oil maybe, almost like I needed to use the
> bathroom, but I didn't. I didn't move at all, I just watched my
> husband's dark form as he wiped his penis clean on my wedding dress
> and left the room, leaving the door wide open in case I wanted to
> leave.
>
> But I just curled up again, hugging my knees to my breasts and feeling
> Jack's sperm leaking slowly from my stretched anus. I couldn't
> leave him. I respected him too much for that.
>
> end Chapter 1
This has nothing to do with your story. What the fuck is the problem
with all theses guys wanting to fuck children. I don't know, I can't
imagine a child knowing what to do. My support ends here