“Steve? Honey…Do you need to pee?” 

I kissed his cheek. He had just a little fever, but he was taking his medicine like a good boy. He’d slept a lot, but now he was home and I looked at the bedside clock, knowing the doorbell was going to ring any second. 

“N-No…” He said and he sounded dry, so I got his cup of water and put it to his lips. “Wha…where are you going?” 

“Me?” I smiled at him. “It’s Friday night, Steve. You know I always go out clubbing on Fridays!” 

“C-Clubbing?” He stared at me. “B-But I thought you…we…aren’t you going to stay home?” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” I stroked his cheek with my finger. “You’ll be fine and I stayed home with you last night!” I sighed. “You know how I am, I need…penis, dear! I can’t help it!” I shrugged. “But don’t worry, Monday Dr. Sandraskat is going to take care of that…” 

Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jack, a very nice man with a very nice cock who seemed to think he could keep me on a short leash! I giggled a little. 

“I love you!” I gave my husband a kiss on the forehead and left him staring helplessly after me. 

=-=-=-=-= 

“Steve?” 

It was very late, or maybe very early, depending on how you defined such things. “Wake up dear, I need to…uh…change your bandages.” 

“Huh?” 

My husband blinked at the bright lights. I’d turned them all on. “What…what is it?” He swallowed and finally tried to focus on me. 

“I’m going to change your bandages and well…” I looked over my shoulder at my newest friends, Brian and his best man, John. “Brian is getting married tomorrow and I thought I’d bring him here for his wedding present!” I laughed at the confused look on my husband’s face. 

“W-Why…” 

“Well, you know, I told them all about how I had your balls cut off…” I raised my eyebrows. “And your penis, and they didn’t believe me!” I rolled my eyes at that. “So…I thought I’d show them. Besides, Dr. Allison thought it might be good for your recovery if you saw me with a real man…” I glanced over my shoulder again. “…or two.” 

“R-Rachael…no…please…I...” 

But I shushed him and removed his bandages very carefully as Brian and John came closer to see. 

“Holy shit!” Brian stared. 

“Goddamn!” John flinched. 

“Nice huh?” I smiled at them. My husband didn’t say anything, he just kept his eyes shut so tightly little tears were leaking from the corners and he must have been running an even higher fever than I thought, since he was so red. 

“No wonder you need some dick, baby!” Brian was laughing and it wasn’t long before we were on the bed, next to my dickless husband, fucking hard. I had to try and remember to tell the guys not to bounce the bed too much though, since my husband was still very sore. 

“Ohhh right…” John chuckled and he was behind me as I rode Brian’s big hard manly cock in my pussy. I moaned and forgot all about not bouncing when I felt John’s thick cock pressing to my asshole. 

“Ohhh…Rachael…” Steve groaned and looked at me and I was gasping, biting my lips and making funny faces as both of my new friends double fucked me good! 

“Uh…Uhhhh…fuck me…oh…..Shhhh…” I breathed. “S-Steve…Uh-huh! Uh…Don’t…oh! W-Worry…Oh fuck me!....M-M-Mondaaaaay!” I was cumming so hard I couldn’t finish, but Steve knew what I meant…after I had my clitoris removed, everything would be fine! 

=-=-=-= 

“I made you some chicken soup, dear!” 

Steve was relaxing on the couch, well…as much as he could anyway. He moved around pretty slowly, and he grumbled a lot…Mostly asking me over and over again how I could have removed his penis. 

“How could you?” He was muttering and shaking his head, looking down at his bandages. 

“Oh shush now!” I put his soup on a little tray and stood there with my hands on my hips. “It wasn’t going to do you any good anyway! Honestly, Steve…You won’t even miss it!” I smiled at him. “I don’t!” 

Ding-Dong! 

The doorbell rang and I wondered who that could be. I walked the dozen odd feet to the front door and it was little Lonnie Ebertowski and two other girls, all about 15 or so and dressed so cute in their Girl Scout uniforms.

“Hi Lonnie.” I smiled at her, but maybe my voice had a slightly catty edge to it. This little slut had been fucking my husband, after all. 

“Hi, um…” The girls looked at each other and giggled nervously. “We were wondering if Daddy, I mean Steve…” She blushed slightly. “Could come out and play?” 

“Yeah!” One of the other girls, a little redhead with freckles and obviously hard and unrestrained nipples, nodded. “He was going to teach us about blowjobs and stuff!” 

“Ohhh…” I glanced over at my husband and shook my head as he turned his eyes towards us. 

“Uh-huh!” The third girl, a little blonde with her green skirt so short I could see her white cotton panties peeking from between her creamy thighs, said. “I really wanna learn!” 

“Well, I don’t think Steve can teach you girls anything anymore.” I smiled and shrugged. “He had his penis removed.” 

“What?” The girls’ mouths opened and they stared at me. 

“Yeah, just chopped his dick right off!” I made a slicing motion with my hand. “And his balls too!” 

“No way!” The redhead’s eyes were open really wide. 

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Way.” 

“But uh…” Lonnie looked positively heart broken. “It was so…big!” 

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Used to be…Hey!” I smiled at them. “Do you guys want to see what he looks like without a dick?” 

“Oh yeah!” They all nodded and agreed excitedly and I could hear Steve protesting. 

“Rachael…No! J-Just send them away…D-Don’t tell anyone…Awww…Rachael it isn’t funny!” 

But I let the girls in and we walked into the living room, standing around my husband as he blushed furiously and wouldn’t look at any of us. 

“Here, let’s get these bandages off and you can see…” I started undoing the cotton gauze, ignoring Steve’s weak attempts to stop me. “Now you be good, dear. These girls just want to see what a person looks like with no penis or balls.” 

“Ohhh…” and “Wow…” and “Holy cow!” filled the room as the little teenagers who’d been so eager to play with their ‘Daddy’ stared at my husband’s smooth crotch. “How did you make him do that?” One of the girls asked me. 

“Oh! I didn’t make him do it!” I giggled. “He wanted to! Didn’t you Steve?” 

“No, not my…dick!” Steve shook his head. 

“Oh, don’t you girls listen to him, he did want it…He was begging me to cut off that ugly old penis he had!” I laughed. “Anyway, you girls run along and tell all your friends, okay?” 

“Wha…Rachael? No…please…Lonnie…D-Don’t tell anyone, okay?” He was pleading with the girl. 

“Oh, look…” The blonde had gotten down so she could see the little crease of flesh where Dr. Allison had put his pee hole. “He’s got a little pussy now!” She laughed and my husband just moaned. 

“Ohhh…Look at that!” The redhead stared. “It does look like a little pussy!” She laughed. 

“Is that really a pussy?” Lonnie looked at me and I shook my head. 

“No, it just looks like one, kind of, it’s only as deep as your fingernail…but that’s where he pees now.” 

“Please, uh…Lonnie…girls, this is a secret, okay?” My husband was almost crying again. 

“Secret?” Lonnie laughed. “No way! I’m gonna tell everybody…I thought you were a man!” She sounded faintly disgusted. “I can’t believe I let you…do that to me!” 

She and her friends left and I closed the door behind them, shaking my head sadly. “Well, it doesn’t take much to break a girl’s heart.” 

“What?” Steve’s bottom lip trembled. “Why did you do that to me?” 

“Oh, Steve…I just want you to accept the fact that you’re not a man anymore! You shouldn’t be so upset because those girls laughed at you! And so what if they tell everybody at school on Monday? You’re not a man anymore, dear…You don’t have to pretend!” 

“P-Pretend?” He stared at me. 

“You know, all that…macho stuff.” I kissed his cheek. “Let’s have some soup now and get you bandaged again. Some friends are coming over later and…” 

“F-Friends?” Steve grimaced. 

“Yeah, some guys I knew from college…You remember, Larry and Vince, and oh…Mike is coming too!” I nodded happily. “Big Mike! You know he was the one who was fucking me at our wedding!” 

“H-He fucked you at our…wedding?” Steve’s jaw opened and closed several times. “Before or…” 

“Before and after, silly! He was your best man!” I laughed and thought of John, he was being Brian’s best man right now at the church! I wondered if Brian’s bride to be, whoever she was, appreciated my wedding present. I’d given Brian a bunch of nice red hickeys all over his dick, it looked so cute like that. 

“B-But you never told me…that!” 

“I know dear, I should have…But I’m telling you now, right?” I smiled. “Anyway, I know you fucked all the bridesmaids so…It’s only fair!” 

“I didn’t…I mean…” 

“Oh, I know…Liz is a lesbian…so, you didn’t do her…I did.” I laughed. “You know what I mean though! Anyway, that’s all behind us now, er…soon. After Monday, everything will be all better!” 

“Monday…” Steve sighed. 

=-=-=-=

On Sunday I made sure was really comfortable so he could watch the big game on TV and I was pretty exhausted, having been fucked by three very large cocks from about 3 in the afternoon until 3 in the morning…Poor Steve didn’t get much sleep, I don’t think. He just sat on the couch mostly and stared at us. I mean our bed was just too small for three men and me and my husband, so we did it on the living room floor. 

I told Steve not to worry! He seemed to think I was rubbing his nose in the fact that he wasn’t a real man anymore, by having all that sex right in front of him. I mean before, we always kept our sexual adventures very far from each other, out of respect and love, you know. But honestly, he didn’t have balls or a cock, so I didn’t see the problem. Plus, if I was going to lose my clit on Monday, I wanted to go out with a bang, you know? 

One thing I found surprising though, was that I wasn’t feeling the same way about having sex with other men. I mean, before I always felt…guilty about it. I’d think it was my clit’s fault and I had no control and I really worried about my behavior, but now… 

Anyway, I watched a little football…but it was soooooo boring! Guys running this way, and then they’d kick it…and then they’d run that way, and then they’d kick it. I really didn’t see the point! So I found one of my old tapes, I had a bunch of them, from my college days. Those guys in the audio-visual lab loved to film me, and Steve and I took a little trip down memory lane! I really thought he’d like seeing me, especially since the football team was on it, well…on me, I should say. And it was a lot more interesting than just running! But all Steve did was stare and sigh and look down at where his dick used to be. I really wished I knew how to cheer him up!

“Don’t worry dear, after tomorrow…we’ll watch these tapes and laugh and wonder what the big deal was!” I kissed him and went back to masturbating. 

“Tomorrow…” Steve groaned. 

=-=-=-=-=-= 

Monday morning came and I was just hanging up the phone when Steve walked slowly into the kitchen. He was moving a little better finally and his balls were healing quickly, I mean…the empty spot where his balls used to be. His little circular boo-boo where his cock had been was doing good too and I was so glad! 

“Aren’t you getting ready?” Steve looked at me. “It’s almost noon and your appointment is at one, right?” 

“Uh…” I smiled at Steve a little sheepishly. “You know, I just talked with Dr. Sandraskat and I explained how you weren’t feeling too good, you know, sore and stuff and…Well, I moved my appointment back…” 

“What?” He almost yelled at me and I looked at my husband in shock. 

“I’m doing it for you!” I stared at him hard. “If I can’t get around and take care of you, and you’re in no condition to take care of me…Then we shouldn’t be doing this! As soon as you’re all better then, I promise, I’ll get that clitorectomy.” 

“But Rachael, I feel…” 

“No you don’t.” I shook my head. “And this is no time for false pride, either! I told you, you don’t need to pretend that you’re a man anymore!” 

“You promised me though…all weekend, you said on Monday…” He was whining and I shook my head. “I know what I said Steve, now stop being such a big baby! I’ll do it…after you’re healed, okay?” I kissed him, knowing he was just excited and irritable from his operation. 

=-=-=-= 

A few weeks had gone by and Steve was feeling much better. He’d gone back to work and everything! I was feeling much better too. I was starting to wonder about that clitorectomy thing. I mean, I know how I’d felt before, that Steve and I could be so happy without all that sexual tension in our lives, but really…I just wasn’t feeling tense anymore. In fact, I did settle down a little. I’d met a man named Carter who was just fine! He made me forget all about the other cocks around me and I found myself spending more and more time with him. He even liked Steve, I think, although Steve largely ignored Carter, even when the man was pounding me on our bed next to my husband. I was trying to think of a way to get Steve over his resentment and I remembered what Dr. Allison had suggested when we’d cut off his balls and penis. 

“Steve? Honey…” All three of us were in bed and I’d been snuggling up nicely with Carter while my husband stared at the ceiling. 

“What?” He said softly. 

“Would you do me a favor?” 

“What’s that Rachael?” Steve didn’t look at us.

Carter smiled down at me, since I was underneath him now with my long legs over his powerful shoulders. I smiled back and leaned up to kiss him deeply. He was so sexy! 

“Uh, Carter can’t seem to find my hole. Would you be a dear and put his big cock inside me?” I turned my face, smiling at Steve sweetly. “Please?”

“Wha…?" Steve frowned a little. “Rachael I…No…” 

“Oh please! You know, I called Dr. Sandraskat’s office today and I made my appointment for next week so…” I looked up into Carter’s handsome face and sighed. “We won’t get to do this very much longer so…” 

“Y-You did?” Steve did look at me then, smiling hopefully. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” I smiled at him. 

“She did, man.” Carter told my husband. “You’re so lucky to have a wife like her, Steve.” 

“Yeah…uh…I know…” He licked his lips a little. 

“So please, Steve?” I wrinkled my nose at him. “Just be a good husband and put Carter’s big dick in me, okay? We’re so horny!” 

Steve sighed and nodded. “Okay…uh…” He moved a little so he could look between Carter’s legs and took my lover’s fat cock in his hand, rubbing the head across my pussy. Carter grinned at me and I thought he was going to laugh, so I narrowed my eyes and put my finger to my lips.

“Ohhhh God!” I started creaming right away when I felt that big hard monster shoving between my cunt lips. “Fuck me Carter…Show Steve how we do it, baby…” I was moaning. 

Carter fucked me for a good 15 minutes, bouncing the big swollen head of his penis off my cervix until I was whimpering like a kitten, clutching him to me desperately. It was sooooo good! There was no way I could cut my clit off, not now…I was in pure heaven! 

"Uggghhh…Fuck I’m cumming Rachael!” Carter was grunting, slamming his prick inside me and I was cumming too! “Deep..oh yeah…Carter…Ohhh uh-huh…get it deep…ahhhh!” 

A few minutes later, breathless and sweating and utterly happy, Carter slid off me and I reached for my husband. 

“Steve, darling…would you be a dear and…” I leaned close, whispering to him. “Clean all of Carter’s sperm out of me?” 

“What?” Steve stared at me! “Y-You want me to do what?” “Clean me…” I giggled. “With your tongue…Oh, please! It’ll be so nice…I just want to feel good…” 

“No, Rachael…I…No!” he looked like I’d just asked him to jump off a bridge. 

“Steve?” I rubbed his chest with my fingertips. “Don’t you love me?” 

“Yes, but…” 

“It’s just licking…You’ll like it, you’ll see…” 

“But it’s so…gay!” My husband protested. 

“Gay?” I laughed at him. “It’s not gay…you’d have to be a man, silly, and you’re not…There’s nothing gay about it!” 

“Rachael…No…I can’t..” 

“Well then…” I frowned and stuck my lower lip out a little. “I guess I’ll just have to call Dr. Sandraskat and tell him my husband doesn’t love me anymore…” I sniffed a little and Carter gave a little cough. 

“What?” Steve stared at me. “No uh…when is your appointment?” 

"A week from Wednesday…” I smiled at him. “Do you think I should cancel?” 

Steve sighed heavily. “No, ummm…I’ll do it...I love you, you know that Rachael…” 

I grinned and kissed my husband and pulled him down so he could lick at my sloppy sperm filled pussy while my boyfriend Carter watched us. 

Steve wasn’t very good at it, at first, he was sort of reluctant I think. So I thought it would be easier just to put him on his back and sit on his face. I stared down at him, feeling my little orgasms exploding in my tummy as all that thick creamy man stuff dripped out of my well fucked hole straight into my loving husband’s mouth! It was so sexy! I decided Steve would have to do that every time we had sex!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Steve dear, I wanted to ask you a favor…” 

That had become my favorite expression, it seemed.

“What’s that?” Steve was down between my legs, licking at my spermy cunt. He really seemed to like it now, or at least he didn’t argue about it anymore. He just went down on me after Carter fucked me without so much as a funny look. 

“Well, since I’m getting my clit cut off tomorrow, would you mind getting Carter hard again for me? We want to do it as many times as we can, you know, and I really need to take a little breather!” I smiled at Steve and Carter chuckled, leaning back against the headboard smoking, even though Steve hates cigarettes! 

“What?” Steve looked up from between my thighs, his face covered with sperm and girl juice. 

“Just, you know…get Carter hard again.” I shrugged. “What do they call those girls who do that for porn stars?" 

“Fluffers.” Carter laughed. 

“Yeah!” I nodded and grinned at Carter. “That’s what Steve can be, our Fluffer!” 

“What? No…Oh, no…Rachael…please…I can’t…” 

“Oh, honey…” I smiled at him. “Of course you can! Look at you! You didn’t want to clean all that sperm out of my pussy either, but now you love it!” 

“I-I don’t love it…” He muttered, turning a little red. 

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Steve…Come on over here and suck my cock for your wife!” 

“But…” Steve looked at us. 

“You know, I’m not sure I should get a clitorectomy if my husband won’t even do the smallest things for me.” I looked at Carter. “I mean, I just want to have fun on my last night with a clit and he’s ruining it for me!” 

“Oh, he’s not trying to…” Carter told me softly. “He just, well…he’s still thinking like he has a dick. That’s all.” 

“Wait…” Steve interrupted. “Y-You are getting the operation tomorrow, right?” 

“Well…I was…yeah.” 

“You should just make her happy, Steve.” Carter told my husband. “I mean there are a lot of guys out there who’d suck a dick if she asked them too.” 

I chuckled silently to myself, knowing Carter wasn’t one of them! He was 100 percent manly man and there was no way he’d ever let someone make him do a thing like that! He reminded me of it all the time too, laughing when we were alone about what a ball-less faggot my husband was. He just didn’t understand how I could love Steve and he kept saying I should leave him. But I wouldn’t do that, not unless…well, unless he kept refusing to do what I needed. 

“I’ll…uh…okay…I’ll…do it…” Steve reluctantly agreed. 

“Oh Steve!” I threw my arms around him and kissed his spermy mouth. “You’re so good to me! I can’t wait until tomorrow! You’ll see!” I promised and then I stared in awe as my husband, the man I loved more than anyone in the whole world, sucked my boyfriend’s cock for the very first time! 

He did good too, considering how inexperienced he was…and it sort of made me a little suspicious, actually. Carter does have a monster penis! And it wasn’t long before he had his hands on my dickless husband’s head, pulling Steve’s mouth down hard on his cock so that I could see my husband’s throat bulging with it! 

“You’ve done that before!” I accused him. “I can’t believe it! My husband has sucked a cock before! 

“He’s good at it!” Carter laughed. “Ugghh! Goddamn…He’s…Uhhg! Taking it all too!” 

And Steve was taking it all, he had his nose pressed into Carter’s thick black pubic hair. Carter’s big plum sized balls were pushed against my husband’s chin and I just couldn’t believe it! 

“Mmpphhhh-nnngggg…” Steve was saying, but I didn’t want to hear his excuses anyway! I felt completely insulted by it, knowing that my husband was probably really gay and had been living a lie all these years! 

“Don’t let him up Carter!” I told my boyfriend. “Make the cocksucker swallow every bit of it! Cum in his mouth! I don’t care! I’m calling Dr. Sandraskat tomorrow and canceling my appointment! This is…unbelievable!” I sat there frowning and rubbing my clit. 

Carter held my husband’s head tightly and just kept ramming his cock down Steve’s throat, in and out, without even a breather! I couldn’t believe my husband was doing that! It was like he was showing off or something. Never mind the fact that Steve’s whole body was jerking and he was pushing as hard as he could on Carter’s strong thighs. Like he wanted to get away! Hmmph! Yeah right! I know Carter is a lot bigger and stronger than Steve, but don’t try to tell me that he was raping my husband’s mouth! 

“H-He was r-raping my…mouth!” My husband was finally done coughing and his voice was hoarse and weak. He had tears in his eyes and his lips were bruised and a little puffy. 

“Oh, I don’t think so Steve!” I turned my back on him! 

“Rachael! He was! I didn’t want that…I never did that before…Rachael…” 

“Hmmphh!” I looked at Carter and shook my head. “Do you hear this?” 

“It’s sad.” Carter nodded sympathetically. “That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had! I must have dumped a gallon of cum in your husband’s mouth!” 

“And he swallowed it all!” I closed my eyes. “I’m not getting my clit cut off for a faggot! No way!” 

“I’m not a faggot! Rachael…No…Please…you have to believe me!” 

“I bet he takes it up the butt too…” Carter was lighting another cigarette. 

“You…You!” Steve stared at Carter. “You stay out of it…this is your fault! You know what you did to me!” 

“I fed you some sperm, Steve.” Carter laughed. “I didn’t make you swallow it!” 

“Your dick was halfway down my throat!” Steve retorted.

"And your point is?" Carter grinned. "Admit it Steve, you love sucking cock. It's nothing for a smooth sexless faggot like you to be ashamed of!"

I’d heard enough by then and I took Carter’s hand and we left my husband laying there, doubtlessly savoring my boyfriend’s sperm as it churned in his belly. 

“I’m canceling my appointment Steve and I need to think very carefully about canceling this so-called marriage of ours!” I stared at my dickless eunuch husband. “I can’t believe you never told me you were gay!” 

“Rachael…” But I was closing the door. 

-=-=-=-=- 

I did in fact cancel my appointment. I was never going to get another one either! Cut off my clit? Are you crazy? Carter and I were talking about having children and the only question was if I’d divorce Steve, or if we’d keep him to be our nanny/fluffer girl. 

I was staying at Carter’s house and it was with some reluctance that a few weeks later I took a phone call from Steve, begging me to come home so we could talk. Just me and him, no Carter…No nobody. He wanted to save our marriage, he told me. Well…I did like Steve, I even loved him still, and I could have as many babies with Carter as I wanted. So maybe this would be a good time to tell Steve that he would just have to accept the new responsibilities that we were going to expect from him. If we kept him. I walked into the house and found Steve on the couch. He smiled when he saw me, handed me a glass of wine and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. 

“I don’t know where those lips have been!” I told him, sipping my wine. I thought it was a nice touch, but then Steve always a little more romantic than I was. That was why he did so well with the girls, I think. 

“Wha…” He started, but I cut my husband off. 

“Steve. I’m not going to get my clitoris removed. I’ve decided that my problems…our problems…weren’t with my clit at all! They were with you and your balls! Now that you don’t have any, I’m so much happier Steve!” 

“But…” 

“No, just hear me out, okay? I’m happier and I think you are too. I love you Steve, I really do, but I need a husband. And…well…I think husband’s have cocks, and balls, you know. So Carter is going to move in and we’re going to start a family. Oh, don’t worry, you can stay here too! I mean who would want a person like you anyway?” I laughed and took a drink from my glass. “You can clean the house and cook and be our fluff girl and when I have kids, well, you can be the nanny. Maybe we’ll get some female hormones for you, you know, just so you can have some tits. No milk of course, but babies just like to nurse. They won’t care really.” 

“But…” 

“Shhh…Quiet now. Believe me, this is for the best! I can’t believe all the time and energy I spent worrying about my clit! And money too, Steve! We spent so much trying to solve our problems when the solution was hanging between your legs!” I laughed and drank my wine, feeling a little giddy. But I was finally having my say! “Whew…” I shook my head slightly feeling a little dizzy suddenly. “This is good wine.” 

I guess I passed out, although it’s not one of those things you really remember, you know? But I do remember waking up and that was strange, because I was on a table. I felt a little nausea too and I looked around. It sort of reminded me of Dr. Allison’s operating room, but it was a little…different. Then I noticed my feet were in stirrups just like the examination table at my gynecologist’s office. My legs were spread and I was wearing a hospital gown. 

“What the heck?” I said softly, and my mouth was very dry. I wanted to rub my mouth a little but when I moved my hand…It didn’t move! Neither one of them! I was strapped down, much like Steven had been strapped down when I’d cut off his cock. And my feet, they were locked into the stirrups too! 

“Hi sweetheart.” Steve was next to me and he stroked my head gently. “How do you feel?"

“I, uh…confused.” I finally said. “Where am I?” “We’re in Dr. Sandraskat’s office.” Steve smiled. “I went ahead and made an appointment for you.” He nodded as my eyes went wide. “And you’re keeping this one!” 

“N-No! Steve! No…I changed my mind…No! I don’t want to do it!” I felt the little grip of fear tugging at my heart and I looked around for someone to help me. 

“I know you changed your mind, Rachael…but I think that’s just the same old problem you’ve always had.” He spoke slowly and reasonably. “I think…and Dr. Sandraskat thinks, that you’re rationalizing because of your fear of commitment.” 

I laughed a little. “Fear of commitment? We’re married honey! Now why don’t you just undo these straps and…” 

Steve shook his head sadly. “I can’t Rachael, this is for us, remember? You and me, to save our marriage. I love you so much, and I know you love me too…But you’ve changed and this is the only way I know to help you.” 

“Help me?” I stared at him. “Steve, listen to me carefully…” I spoke softly… 

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!” 

I screamed and then I was shaking and pulling and pushing and jerking my body so hard I thought I’d break something! 

“Tsk-tsk! Such language from a beautiful woman.” Dr. Sandraskat walked in with two assistant’s, all garbed in surgical scrubs. “I’d hoped to do this while you were awake, it makes the process so much simpler. But, we can’t have you making a fuss, Rachael.” 

One of the nurses was getting a gas mask and preparing to put me under.

“Y-You can’t…You can’t do this!” I was yelling. 

“Oh yes.” Dr. Sandraskat replied, “We can do this and we will do this. You signed the forms, Rachael, everything is perfectly legal and I think you’ll be very happy with the results.” 

“N-No!” I stared at him, remembering how I’d signed those papers so long before. 

“Now, I’ve discussed it with your husband and I believe, given your situation, it would be best that we remove the clitoris, excise your labia minora, and I will perform an infibulation of your vaginal opening.” 

“What?” I looked at him. “Infib…fub…what?” 

“Infibulation, we will make your vaginal opening much smaller. Perhaps the diameter of, oh…less than half a centimeter. Small enough for urination and your menses of course, but you won’t be able to get so much as your little finger inside your vagina, I’m afraid.” 

“No!” I looked at my husband. “Steve! No…please…I’m sorry, you were right I…I was rationalizing, making a big mistake…But this, no…you can’t close my vagina…” 

“It won't be closed, dear.” Steve smiled at me and stroked my face tenderly. “You can still use it, just…not for sex.” 

“Oh, don’t worry Rachael.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded at me. “After we remove your clitoris you won’t care about sex anyway! This is a very good thing you’re doing, you know, so few women are willing to sacrifice their selfish desires for true harmony in their lives.” 

“Nooo…” I was shaking me head weakly. He was going to sew my vagina shut! I’d never have another penis inside me? And after he cut off my clit…I’d never feel another orgasm? No! This wasn’t what I wanted at all! They had to know that! I'd been wrong before!

“Now, there are some thing you need to know. Infibulation is permanent, insofar as after I remove your labia, the inner lips, the wound will be sutured in such a way that it will heal as one flesh…The entrance to your vagina will not be able to stretch, nor be reopened without surgery. This means no children. Childbirth can be very much complicated, but as I understand it, your husband does not desire children anyway. So that is good for you, especially since a penis will not fit anyway!” Dr. Sandraskat laughed as if he were telling a wonderful joke. 

“But you’re going to tie her tubes anyway, right?” My husband asked. “Just to be safe?” 

“He’s going to do what?” I jerked my head up again. 

“I'd recommend against it, actually. Fertility makes a wife more attractive, don't you think?” He smiled at my husband and then down at me. "If it it is ultimately pointless."

My husband nodded and reached down to dub just above my sex.

"Oh, no...please...Steve..." I felt tears starting in my eyes.

The doctor shrugged as if it didn’t really matter. “As I was saying, um…pap smears will be impossible of course, so there are other procedures that will need to be done when your wife is older.” They weren’t even talking to me anymore! “So perhaps it would be best if I was her gynecologist from now on. I think it will avoid some problems in the future, misunderstandings and such.” 

“Oh, sure Doctor.” My husband was nodding. 

“I like my doctor!” I was trying to tell them. “Steve! I don’t want to change doctors!” 

“Shhh…” Dr. Sandraskat shushed me. “In my country a wife would be beaten for such behavior. Your husband loves you and is doing his duty, you must respect that.” 

I stared at the man, wondering if he’d just stepped out of the Old testament or something. 

“I apologize Doctor.” Steve gave me a look. “I’ve spoiled her, as you can see.” 

“Yes.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded. “That is the way of it in this country, I know. But, it is nice to see a man taking charge of his wife. You have my respect, sir!” 

And then they shook hands! 

“My god!” I screamed. “Are you people insane! Let me go this instant!” 

“Nurse.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded and someone was putting a gas mask over my face. 

“Count backwards for me please.” It was a woman’s voice and she didn’t sound sad at all, I thought, to be helping these men do this to me. And then… 

=-=-=-=-= 

My husband and I are very much happier now, it is safe to say. Dr. Sandraskat did a wonderful job on my surgery and the scarring was minimal, barely even noticeable, although it does look strange to me. My clit is gone and the small place where it was, the wrinkled skin of the hood and the soft tiny folds around it, are now smooth and soft to the touch. Slightly lighter in color than the rest of my sex. My outer lips are still there of course, and they are ruddy and seem overly large to me now, ugly things and I’m going to arrange for Dr. Sandraskat to remove them soon. 

My vagina is much smaller now, the entrance. After Dr. Sandraskat cut away my inner lips and sutured me together again, it healed quickly and he was right, is like having one piece of flesh there. To see it one would never know that I’d once had large cocks, dildos, and even a woman’s fist inside my pussy. Now I can barely fit the nozzle of my little douch kit inside there. The opening is very small. But it’s nice, I think, and I’m proud of it.

Steve likes to touch me there, even though I have very little feelings of any sort. Dr. Sandraskat was very deliberate and attentive in removing any traces of my clitoris, the nerves that weren’t directly removed were cauterized and rendered dead to the senses. But, Steve likes to touch it, rubbing his fingers along the smooth flesh and remembering how I was before. 

For my part, I like touching him as well. Feeling his smooth flesh, the soft warmth of skin where his cock and balls used to be He gets no pleasure from it of course, nothing physical, but emotionally we both enjoy our explorations quite a lot. We even embrace, our bodies pressed together and his smooth sexless crotch pressing against mine as we try to remember how it felt to make love. But that just strikes us as funny and ridiculously irrelevant. 

I have no interest in men at all, nor women. At first I entertained thoughts that even without the use of my pussy I could still enjoy men with my mouth or ass, but it wasn’t true. I could do it, and I did several times, but it did nothing for me except make me realize that I was being silly. I gave it up finally and that was when Steve and I really started to live our lives happily. It took us a long time, and we shed more than a few tears along the way, but finally and forever, we were a perfect match.

 

The End