Sammi jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Ann was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey babe," Ann said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty.
Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Ann in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?" she asked. "Why don't you turn that off and listen to what I'm saying," she chided.
"I'm sorry babe," I replied. Ann held up a garment... a bright yellow top as she held it closely to her chest. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile growing on her face.
"I love it...its really nice," I said trying to fake my excitement. I'm not sure why women get so worked up on clothes. Houdini himself would have been proud as she pulled one garment after the other out of the bag, never seeming to find the bottom.
"The yard looks great," she said getting up and heading into the kitchen. "You were a good boy this weekend." Good Boy! If she only knew that was the exact words Mark used as he forced his will on me. Making me submissive to his desires. My ass was still sore from the pounding he took on it Friday night when he pushed his big dick up my ass. I worked like a madman on the yard. It was as much to get my mind off Mark and David as it was taking care of yard duties.
Ann retired early after dinner leaving me in the den watching TV. I walked over to the computer and checked my emails but there was still no response from David. I had decided not to write him sharing my feelings about the night before. Half expecting he'd write me. My mind was conflicted with feelings. Guilty... hiding my weekend from my wife. Terrified at the implications of a video tape of the whole torrid evening. What would my wife...my family...my friends think of me if they saw the video of me worshipping Mark's cock. His black dick pumping in and out of my ass as I begged him to cum in my ass?
I walked into the bedroom and Ann was reading one of her health magazines. No doubt enthralled at one more diet plan she would place us both on for a couple of weeks before it was back to eating what the hell we wanted. Neither of us had the discipline to stay on a plan. I walked into the bathroom, stripping clothes as I went. I pulled off my shorts in the bathroom and stared down at my naked cock. Completely hairless as my cock rested on my balls. Sooner or later I would have to show Ann. It might as well be tonight.
I stepped under the water, letting the warm streams slap against my face, running down my chest. I grabbed the soap and started with my balls as I soaked them and then my dick. It still seemed so strange seeing my hairless cock as I stroked the shaft. It was a constant reminder that Mark was in control of me. Looking down I knew that in a few days I would again be on my knees servicing him. Doing whatever he asked.
I stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel all over my body before tying it at the waist. "Babe, I did something for you this weekend," I said before I exited the bathroom.
"What's that sweets?" Ann asked as I turned the corner. Her eyes still buried in the magazine. I dropped the towel as my cock, starting to swell, began to rise between my legs.
"I saw something in one of my magazines...and I was thinking of you," I lied. "and I decided to do something.