As I drove home from Caroline's house, I was seized by guilt. I had never cheated on my wife, and even though what I did might not be "technically" cheating, I was fairly certain that getting naked in front of another woman and jerking myself off while she squeezed my balls as not something Susan (my wife) would approve of.
I felt sick to my stomach - all the pleasure of the last few hours was replaced by nagging guilt and shame. Why did I need to do this? Why couldn't I just have sex with my wife and skip the exhibitionism?
I got back to an empty house, and took the opportunity to jump into the shower, washing off the oils, loose hairs and come from my body. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror and admire my newly shorn torso. Caroline had done exactly what I wanted, trimming all of my hair carefully, and leaving me with closely cropped stubble. She was right - my cock did look bigger, even though it was completely deflated with shame.
I felt guilty about the afternoon, and I resolved to tell her that I had gotten waxed, and got excited in the room, coming when the woman touched me. I didn't have the heart to tell her the entire story.
I decided to whip up a quick dinner of pasta, veggies and homemade garlic bread, and sett the table and even put out some tapered candles. Susan got home about an hour later, and we sat down to dinner with normal pleasantries.
"...How was your day," "...Can you believe that the neighbor did this"... "...Don't forget about the meeting tomorrow," etc.
Before I go further I should tell you more about Susan. We had been married about 10 years, no kids, and two busy careers. She is blond, with short hair and about 5'6, slim, and her breasts had the look of a woman 10 years younger. My favorite feature about her has always been her legs - long, curved and firm from working out. Our sex life was still active, but had certainly dwindled a bit since we first met. Susan was always game to try things in the bedroom, but was always little reserved... no ass play, I had to make the first move, and certainly no one else involved.
Still, I was happy with her and how much we fucked... at least I had been until 2:00 today. Now I wasn't why I felt the need to see someone else for the first time, or should I say, let someone see me.
Finally I looked at her, and said "Susan... guess what happened to me today?"
As soon she said "What?" with such a sweet expression in her eyes, I knew I could never tell her what really happened. So I just plunged forward.
"Well you know how I've been working out? I decided that I wanted to take care of the extra hair that was growing on my back, so I would look better this summer. SoIwenttoseeawaxerandgotshaved," I blurted out.
"What?"
I took a deep breath and started again, "I got my back waxed, and at the same time they shaved my chest to look a little neater."
My wife started giggling, "Really? Like some guido weightlifter?"
I blushed, "No, I still have hair. It's just neater and trimmed."
"Show me," Susan said.
"Right here?"
"Yes."
So I stood up, took off my shirt and preened a little, turning around and flexing. "You like? I was thinking of you when I decided to have it done," I fibbed.
"Very nice. Just enough off the top to make your body look good." Susan continued, "How about your legs? Still hairy?"
"Yeah, I left them alone."
"Good, that's too much. What about, you know, your underwear region," she laughed.
I blushed, "Well, yes, I had that done as well. I thought that I might as well at the same time."
"Well don't hold out on me... lets see it all! It's not like I won't get a look later," Susan said, almost gleefully.
