Thanks again to BPeed for the edit.
This is a Femdom story. If that's not your thing, don't read!
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Vicky continued guiding me to the bathroom using her hand on my bare ass to ensure my co-operation. I entered the room and felt a sharp slap on my jiggling rump. I turned startled and looked at my wife as she gave me a sly wink and a smile.
"OK, now jump in the shower. I'll be back in a few minutes to shave you," she instructed me. Vicky turned and strolled out of the bathroom leaving the door open.
I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature before entering the now steaming shower. I let the water run over my still un-shaved naked body and looked down at my medium sized penis, still surrounded by a luxurious growth of dark brown hair. Was I really going to let her do this? I asked myself. Would I allow my wife to remove every single hair under my eyebrows until I resembled an 8 year old boy?
Shame washed over me as I recalled the humiliating positions she had posed me in. Would I really let myself perform for her again, only this time completely smooth? The thought of her sharing those pictures with her new boss filled me with utter contempt for myself. I started to silently sob again. What kind of man would do that? I asked myself again.
But deep down, I knew the answer to my own question. I was that kind of man, I would do it. How could I not? I thought. I couldn't back out now. As demeaning as it was, I would accept being shaved, posed and photographed. The alternative was unacceptable, especially for me. Vicky would leave me to go live with her sister, but I would be a homeless bum inside a month. This was the lesser of two evils, but not by much, I thought bitterly.
I turned and watched Vicky enter the bathroom. She was dressed in her white fluffy long robe. Her top was open just enough to expose her excellent breasts, barley covering her nipples. She wore a bright smile.
"Hi there handsome. Care for some company?" she asked.
"Sure, might as well get this over with," I grumbled in return.
"Oh, this may be more fun for you than you think," she said as she slipped her robe off her shoulders and stepped out of it. Her body was a vision. Long firm legs led to nicely flared hips, her smooth pink pussy lips glistening with moisture. Her large firm breasts stood out proudly. She was toned, but in a pleasing feminine way.
"Look how wet you've made me," she purred as she snaked her hand down her firm belly to her wet hole. She ran her fingers through her engorged slit soaking them with her moisture. She then raised her hand showing me her arousal.
I stared open mouthed at her wanton display, my cock growing to its full length quickly. My wife smiled back at me and reached into a drawer to fetch a new razor. She stepped into the shower, put the razor on a shelf and embraced me tightly, rubbing those firm tits across my flabby chest. She reached her left hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss. Finally she released me.
"Thank you! You're being wonderful about this and I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate you," she promised me. With that, she slowly dropped to her knees and looked up at me. She then opened her mouth and drew my cock in, swirling her tongue around the tip.
I leaned back in ecstasy and moaned out my pleasure. Vicky was good at giving head. Very good: she could keep me on the edge for as long as she wanted and finish me whenever she chose. Some women just have that gift. They love sucking cock and, luckily for me, my wife had that gift. When she sensed me getting close, she released me and looked up at me.
"Time to start shaving you. But where to start?" she pondered. "Well, I'm down here anyway, so let's do your legs first," she firmly said. With that, she positioned me so that I was out of the water stream and reached for the can of shaving cream. She proceeded to lather my right leg from ankle to groin.
"This shouldn't take too long," she stated as she started to slide the razor up and down my thigh. She had one hand working the razor while the other roamed over my ass or fondled my cock or balls. She made sure I was aroused as I submitted to this debasement. Before long the shaving cream was gone, as was my hair. She had me rinse off and turned me to finish the back of my leg. My cock remained hard as she completed her work, running her hands over my now smooth skin.
"Perfect!" she declared.
I looked down and observed the contrast between my legs. Although not a very hairy guy, the difference was obvious. One leg as smooth as a girl's and the other still temporarily masculine. Vicky smiled brightly as she continued on my left leg. She made sure to fondle me and kept me rock hard during the entire procedure. When both my legs were smooth and hairless she stood up.
"There we go," she said as she stood back to admire her handy work. "I can't believe how much better you look now!" she said excitedly. I, on the other hand was not nearly as pleased.
"I look ridiculous," I pouted.
"Not at all," Vicky said as she grasped and then pumped my raging erection. "Inspect!" she commanded. I complied and now assumed the position I had so recently been taught. I stood before her, my legs spread and her hand firmly wrapped around my erect member. With my arms raised and pulled back, my wife had easy access to the remaining hair on my chest and under my arms. She made short work of my pits and soon my chest was shaved clean as well. She grasped one of my hands at a time and ran her blade over my arms, removing any traces of the dark fur that had once adorned them.
"Turn!" she ordered. I obeyed and felt the razor denude any stray hairs on my back. She then knelt and carefully and closely examined my chubby bottom.
"I'm going to need you to bend over and spread your cheeks for me honey," she explained.
