"Sorry I'm late. Got held up."
He's conscious that he's standing by the door, close to a petite blonde woman in tight lilac activewear kneeling on her mat with her face at the same level as his crotch. Her name is Cassidy, and he can feel her eyes on him. For some reason, it doesn't help the swelling subside. Aidan moves hurriedly to his own mat.
They begin the programme with a set of stretching exercises, but Aidan's mind is elsewhere, thinking about what Rosa has planned for him. There was an ambiguity, and he can't help but feel that he's left himself wide open for more trouble. But, having secured the promise of no outwardly visible signs, he can't seem to see whatever else she might have planned for him. It just leaves him with a disquieted feeling, knowing that Rosa was a step ahead and she had something planned. The lack of the usual light banter throughout the day between them was also a warning sign. He was missing something, but he can't work out what it was.
He looks across the class and catches Cassidy's eye. She smiles.
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"Shower first," Rosa states.
Aidan drags his heels as he follows Rosa to the bathroom, but he doesn't complain. There is a nervous energy about his wife tonight, and he can't decide if it's sexy or ominous.
In the bathroom, she strips off her work clothes and he does the same. They seem to spend their entire lives in activewear, but he is always taken aback by her figure when she's fully naked. The sports bras and tight pants don't need to do as much work for her as for the Milfs; Rosa has a perfect body, honed by years of hard work, a brand statement.
Rosa pulls Aidan into the shower, tying her long dark hair up into a tight bun to keep it out of the spray, then she holds him close and allows her breasts to brush against his chest. He can feel the blood rushing into his cock as she turns on the water. Rosa's hand swats his thickening member playfully.
"Plenty of time for that later. Wash me."
Aidan does as Rosa asks, lathering her trim, toned body with shower gel until she is frictionless and soapy. His hands run over her breasts and he can feel her nipples harden to his touch.
"All of me."
Rosa turns imperiously, clearly in charge, to present her back to him. Aidan applies more shower gel, soaping her back, running his hands down her spine to her buttocks, slipping fingers into the cleft to clean between her cheeks. His fingertip brushes the puckered star of her rear opening and he feels himself come fully erect. Rosa reaches behind, grasping the head of his cock firmly. Her hand slides slowly down his shaft.
"Now, shall I do you?"
Rosa doesn't wait for an answer. She begins to soap up her husband, and he stands in the shower, letting her do what she wants to him. These are the agreed terms of the deal, anything to get out of wearing the dress. Her hands seek out his armpits, wrap around his neck, wash his chest. He feels her fingers exploring him, over his tightly-muscles buttocks, his thighs, his rippling abdomen. She takes her time to lather up every inch of him, kneeling now in the shower to soap up his well-defined legs. His cock points directly out at her eye level, but she doesn't touch it. Instead, he feels one of her hands slide up between his legs and gently manipulate his balls. He is rigid now, the head of his cock swollen and purple, adding its own lubrication to the shower gel.
"I love a hard body," Rosa breathes.
Aidan looks down at his wife, the strangeness of the day long forgotten. All he can think about now is her perfect, soft lips wrapping around the tip of his member. He can anticipate the delicious feeling of her mouth slipping down his length.
Instead, he feels a hard object against his upper thigh.
"What?"
"We need to have you looking your best."
She traces a path down his leg in one slow stroke leaving behind clean skin, a bare furrow in the dark hairs of his leg. Her hand comes back up to his crotch and he feels her press against him again, running the head of a razor down his leg.
"This wasn't part of the deal," Aidan stammers, mind reeling at the deviation from the expected.
"I gave you a break on the dress. This is what you traded it for. Besides, who wants to see hairs poking out all over the place?"
As she talks, Rosa repeats the process, shaving more and more of his leg. Aidan relents and allows himself to be shaved, feeling his hard-on subside as he realises that this was what Rosa had been building up to. Without asking his permission, she rubs more gel into his pubic hair and begins to work on his crotch area.
"Hey! Wait!"
Rosa pauses, razor poised.
"You want to go back to the full terms of the bet?"
Reluctantly, Aidan shakes his head and when the razor touches his crotch he doesn't protest; instead he watches her face, seeing how intently she's concentrating as she holds his cock to one side so she can shave his balls. She is delicate, taking care not to nick him with the razor and he feels her stretching and pulling his skin to get into every nook. She lathers him up again and begins to shave the patch of dark curly hair above his root.
When she's finished, Rosa smooths her hands over his legs, rinsing away the soap. She kisses his semi-rigid member and stands up.
"There, what do you think?" Rosa asks.
Aidan looks down his body, feeling conspicuously bare.
"I don't know what to think."
Rosa ruffles a hand through his wet hair.
"You don't need to think. I won the bet, remember. Tonight, you're all mine."
There is a look in her eye that Aidan finds disconcerting. She turns off the water and hands Aidan a towel, wrapping another around herself.
"You like me bare down there, don't you?" Rosa says over her shoulder, "I just wondered what you'd look like. Dry off and then come and see me in the bedroom."
It takes Aidan a while before he is ready to follow his wife. He can see himself full-frontal in the mirror, his manhood hairless for the first time. It was what Rosa had wanted, for both of them to be hairless, as if this evened things up somehow, but he's still shocked by his wife's uncharacteristic, dominant behaviour. Bound by the bet, he worries that he doesn't know what else she had lined up.
"Baby, are you ready?" Rosa calls out from the other room.
"Coming," Aidan replies and replaces the towel on the drying rack. He's completely naked, feeling more so than at any other time in their marriage, as he walks into the bedroom.
Rosa is already dressed, and Aidan realises how long he's been standing in the bathroom, staring at himself. She has on a demure, white dress that stops above her knees, showing off her sculpted calves. The v-shaped neckline shows off the soft mounds of her cleavage and he can feel himself stirring again.
"Come sit down," she says, patting the bed.
"No make-up, none of that shit."
Rosa smiles. "None of that. Just sit."
Aidan flops down onto the bed and watches as Rosa holds up the stockings.
"And I get to choose what I wear over the top?"
"You get to wear whatever you like to dinner, but this underneath. Bet's a bet."
"Okay," he relents.
Rosa kneels by the bed, between his legs. He can feel her tugging at one of his feet, feels smooth material slipping over his skin, a delicate, light closeness of sheer fabric being rolled and tugged up his leg. Rosa pulls the stocking up over his knee, tugging until it's in place with the dark band of the stocking top sitting around his upper thigh. She runs a hand down the sheer black material and he can feel the odd sensation of almost-skin-on-skin contact. Neither of them says anything as Rosa repeats the process with the other stocking, smoothing it into place.
"See how much better you look without the hair," Rosa says, her eyes still on his legs, "Some women would kill for legs like these."
Aidan watches his wife's face carefully as she strokes the fabric surrounding his thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, and he realises that this is turning her on. For some reason, this reassures him and Aidan feels some of his confidence returning.
"You like legs in stockings, babe?" he asks, "You're not going over to women are you?"
As if to answer, Rosa's hands slide up between Aidan's legs, over the newly shaven skin, to wrap around the base of his cock.
"Maybe, but the problem is I would need this too. I'm not sure I could do without it."
The feeling of his wife's delicate fingers curled intimately around him brings Aidan's cock back to life and he feels himself swelling in her grasp, back in familiar territory.
"Oh no," Rosa gasps, withdrawing her hands hurriedly, "That's not helping at all. Come on, stand up."
"If you want."
Aidan stands patiently as his wife slides the garter belt around his waist. Something about seeing his wife getting horny dressing him up begins to dissipate the discomfort of being put into lingerie. Knowing that he's making her hot gives him back a feeling of being in control again in a situation that is very much beyond his control. He doesn't protest as she clips the stockings carefully to the belt, or when she stands behind him to wrap his torso in the bustier.
