"Movie night!"

My wife Sarah, whom I was recently married to, hopped with joy. She plopped down on the sofa beside me and jammed the remote into the air.

"What did you pick out?" I was sincerely hoping she was going to pick something other than her favorite teen drama shows that dominated our streaming services.

"That one movie where the guy...does the one thing to the other dude, and gets transported to that one place."

"Wow. I know exactly what you're talking about." I said smothered with sarcasm.

"Hur'-hur'-hur'."

The scrolling stopped and she pressed Enter on the selection. Thank god, it was an action movie. "Never seen this one before."

"Me neither! It looks like a good one."

We shared an assortment of snacks as the movie played. After I was filled with popcorn and strawberries, I reclined back, putting my arm around Sarah's shoulders. She leaned in, resting her head on my arm and placing her hand on my upper thigh.

I looked down when I felt her hand sliding up and down, inching dangerously close to my crotch. This was her usual routine when they watched anything. Half of the time, "I don't know explosions and bloody gunshot wounds turned you on."

"Oh yeah. So hot." Sarah's hand was now on top of my shorts. I could feel myself stiffen. She looked up at me just in time to see me gulp. "I've been in the mood all day. Kinda."

"You better be careful. Turn me on too much and I'll have to twist your head off and make it blow me." It had been communicated before how much I loved that. Any part of ours that was detached lost all sensation and control, and the head was included in that. By now, Sarah was accustomed to the experience.

"Oh really now?" She teased.

"Maybe."

The wink I gave instigated a playful fight. She tried with all her strength to keep my hands away, but she was no match for me, as I pushed back twice as hard. The goal, ultimately, was to pin her down and tickle her sides, but in the scuffle, Sarah's arm from the shoulder popped off. The rounded stump hit the floor and the appendage limply folded in on itself.

"....Oops."

"Man, so rough." She said jokingly as she bent over and picked the detached arm off by the wrist. It easily socketed back into the divot it created. Sarah's eyes narrowed

With a firm push, I was rocked to the side, falling over against the arm of the sofa.

Well, half of me. My lower-half remained in the same spot beside her. I was completely numb from the belly button down.

Sarah slid down to the opposite side and lied down on her belly, propping her elbows on my thigh. She circled a finger around the lower-half's crotch, poking the slight bulge within the gym shorts.

"Is this your idea of payback?"

Sarah slowly pulled down the shorts by the waistband and revealed my flaccid penis. Lowering her head, she pressed her lips to the side of it, kissing multiple times.

She didn't have to answer. It was absolute torture for me, knowing I couldn't feel a thing. The worship would have otherwise turned me rock hard. It was a damn shame.

She opened her mouth and grabbed the cock by the teeth. She gently bit down, then like a dog ravaging a raw steak, began pulling it vigorously. Before I could ask what the hell she was doing, the penis and testicle package was ripped away.

"Honey!"

Both ends of the limp cock jiggled as she sat up, spitting it out in her open palms. "It's so cute. Like a little worm out from its burrow." Sarah giggled.

I couldn't believe what Sarah had done. Despite the five years since I learned how to separate parts of myself, I never followed through with putting any distance between me and my manhood.

"Just because our bodies are detachable doesn't mean we can't get hurt. You could have bit a chunk off, or made it bleed."

"Nonsense. I've only ever seen you bleed once and that was your nose last winter."

Sarah couldn't bleed, sure, she split open her skin nearly every time she shaved her legs. And I...wait...I was rather clumsy with a razor. I've never been subject to papercuts either in my thirty years here on the big blue dot...

Okay, so maybe it wasn't possible, but it certainly wasn't the point. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the movie.

"It's so stretchy like this." Sarah held the detached package by the balls and pulled the head as far as it physically could, which wasn't much. She let the soft tip go and watched it flop down against my twin bald bits. I could tell it stiffened slightly.

Her attention was soon turned to the television, petting the semi-flaccid member. On the screen, the action was ramping up. I was engrossed. So much so that I didn't immediately notice a slurping sound beside me. I turned my head to the left, saw what my wife was doing, then turned it back to the screen.

It took a moment for the realization to hit. I snapped my head back to Sarah. Taking the severed penis by the base, she dipped it in the tub of whipped topping and sucked it off. Her tongue worked to clean it off inside her mouth, then pulled it out with a wet slurp.

"Good lord," I said with a laugh I couldn't hold back, "it's not a fucking spoon."

"Well, it does make a great utensil regardless." Sarah said before dipping it again and inserting it into her mouth once more.

She begged me to get tubs of it for the night. My suspicion that this was premeditated grew.

"You wanna' try?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sucking my cock." Nor would I ever.

"Here." She scooped up a glob of the topping with its head and thrust my own detached dick at my face. I stared down at it with unwavering hesitation.

"Come on. Pleeeeeasse? It's good."

My wife was relentless as usual. Self-worship never occurred to me before this point, personally. Was it gay to do so? I joked to myself that maybe it would turn me gay.

Sigh

After mulling over all of it in the span of a minute—Sarah continuing to suspend the dick towards me— I eventually set down my opinions on the matter, and I opened my mouth to receive it. She pushed it in and I wrapped my lips around it. The sweet topping melted away and I was left with the taste of my own cock. I swirled my tongue around the soft and squishy head, convincing myself that it was to remove all that might have been on it.

Sarah was grinning, biting her lip. Likely enjoying seeing me be the one to serve fellatio. She pulled it out and let it hang limply over itself. "Not bad, huh?"

Honestly, I didn't know what to think afterwards. It was a strange and alien sensation. "Uhhh...yeah, great."

She turned the package to face her and looked at it hungrily. I could tell when she was aroused, and she seemed intensely so. Sarah reached into her lounge shorts with her other hand, moved it around some, then yanked it out. Along with her hand was the detached fleshy mound of her perfectly folded pussy.

"Ahh, there." It came off in a tube-like shape, which appeared to be firm when she held it close to the open end.

I was confident that Sarah had the same dilemma as I, being unable to feel or control our detached parts, but the way she squeezed it made me wonder differently.

Watching her with both disembodied sexes, Sarah immediately took my dick and carefully slid it into her now detached pussy. She set it down on the cut section of my hips.

"That feels so much better. Just let that sit for a while until it gets off and I'll be good for the rest of the day."

It was odd to see my cock growing within her without the rest of me. The ballsack tightened and shrunk as everything else twitched. Sarah paid no attention to the sexual intercourse by proxy that we were engaged in, almost as if this was a common occurrence for her. I tried my best to stay attentive to our nightly entertainment, but watching the two detached parts of us was too much to resist. Then, without warning, the cock inside her twitched and spasmed, then pulsed hard. A trickle of cum seeped out of Sarah's disembodied folds.

I must have gasped, because it drew the attention of my wife. She looked down with glee as she realized that the little session was over.

"Oh wow. You came a lot." Sarah picked up the detached sex organs and pulled them apart. Ejaculate dripped off of her opening and my fully erect member. Hurriedly, she brought the cock to her mouth and began licking it clean.

Maddening. She never did that even when it was attached to me.

"I'm not sharing this time."

"Nor would I want you to."

After my penis was wiped clean, Sarah then switched to her pussy. She cupped the detached mound of flesh, and tipped it up. A stream of cum fell into her mouth until the drops ceased. She brought her head down and swallowed everything. Sarah wasn't done however. She wanted every last bit. The pussy was pressed against her lips, and she parted them enough for her tongue to extend out and enter it. With a nodding motion, she lapped up the remnants of cum around the opening of her holes.

My face was locked in an expression of awe. "You...umm...done?" I asked her as she let her hands fall to her lap, acting like she just enjoyed a hearty meal.

"Yes. Now I can focus." Sarah slipped her pussy back into her pants, did some adjusting, and when the hand came out empty, patted her crotch as a sort of congratulatory gesture.

I outstretched my own hand so I could do the same to my detached lower-half. Sarah nodded and slapped the appendage on my palm. The flaccid cock and balls jiggled around as I turned it around skilfully using only one set of fingers. With the other hand, I pulled down my gym shorts—getting a glimpse of the Ken Doll-esque bare and featureless crotch—and planted the base of the severed manhood against it.

Reunited with my other half, and once again in one whole piece, I scooted closer to my wife and snuggled up to her. We sat there, embracing each other until the end of the movie. Sarah got up and stretched.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed. Gotta' be up early so we can go to my mom's."

I groaned. "Yippie."

"Goodnight my snugglebear. I love ya'." She bent down, pecked me on the lips then walked straight into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Craning my neck to assure the door really was shut or if she was walking out, I waited until I felt confident I was in the comfort of my own privacy. I reached down into my shorts. My cock came loose once again. It was noticeably easier to do so now, and I pulled it out from underneath. Raising it to eye level, I inspected it with intrigue, like I was unfamiliar with the sight.

I tested its flaccid state, then opened my mouth slightly, contemplating. Unable to commit, I shut it closed.

"Oh what have you done to me..."