Dressing Up For Jean

Monday morning arrived too soon. The sunlight crept through the blinds awakening me. As my eyes adjusted to the light and I became oriented to my surroundings I realized I hadn't moved during the night. I was pressed against Jean's breasts. Her stomach was against my lower back. I could feel the hairs of her bush caress my buttocks. She had an arm draped over me clutching me to her. I felt secure in her arms. Grudgingly, I extricated myself from her. She didn't open her eyes, just mumbled for me to stay in her arms. I shushed her and offered her one of our king size pillows to cuddle up with. She grabbed it, clutched it to her and fell back asleep.

I stepped into the shower, but not before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was strange to see my body void of all hair except for around my cock. I soaped my body down relishing the smoothness no hair provided. I finished, toweled off, and went to shave, my eyes fixated on my hairless chest and belly. As I put deodorant on, I was once again reminded I had no hair there either. The only way I can describe the feeling is it felt both very kinky and extremely feminine to be void of hair.

I dressed, looking at Jean as she lay sleeping. I decided to let her sleep in and put a pot of coffee on and began making breakfast. As the smell of pancakes and bacon wafted through the house I rousted each of our children from their slumber. The smell of food had them out of their beds, dressed, and into the kitchen.

As they ate, I went to their rooms and made their beds, gathering their dirty clothes into a common hamper for me to do that night. They finished breakfast and went to brush their teeth and gather their school items. I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, put everything in the dishwasher, started it, and the five of us piled into the car. The kids always liked it when I took them to school; for reasons I can't fathom they viewed it as a treat, more time with Dad I concluded.

I dropped them off and went to work. As I perused various documents and attended sundry meetings my mind drifted to the last two nights. It was quite erotic I concluded and there was still another six days to the party. I skipped lunch and instead went for a run. Fall and spring are my two favorite seasons and I spend as much time outdoors as I can.

Work ended and I hurried home.

Jean was there and greeted me at the door. "Thanks for letting me sleep in. I needed it."

"You're welcome. You looked so comfortable I didn't have the heart to wake you."

She said, "Did you enjoy last night as much as I did?"

I said, "Maybe even more, if that's possible."

She kissed me lightly on the lips whispering, "I can't wait for tonight."

I felt my heart speed up and hugged her tight. I changed out of my work clothes and prepared dinner. I decided tonight was a good night for Italian so I made spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and salad. The two youngest kids set the table and told me all about their days. After dinner, Jean offered to clean up and the kids dragged me outside to play whiffle ball, followed by a game of H-O-R-S-E. They also needed my help to repair a couple of flat bike tires. We stayed out until it was dark. I was worn out, but knew it wouldn't take much to recharge my batteries. Jean directed the kids towards the showers while I sat in front of the t.v. drinking a well earned beer.

I must have dozed off for the next thing I remember Jean was prodding me awake, saying, "Come on. Wake up."

I opened my eyes and got up. She guided me to our bedroom, her hands on my hips. She locked the door behind us and directed me to take off my clothes and get on the bathroom floor. I stripped down, still about half asleep and lay on the bathroom floor. I closed my eyes and she entered the bathroom. She was talking to me very quietly as she smeared the depilatory cream on my arms. I kept my eyes closed letting her take charge. I heard her open a vanity drawer and then I felt her fingers caressing my pubic hair. She pulled it and I heard the scissors open and close. I thought about protesting, but decided what the hell. It didn't take her long to shear me. I was excited by what she was doing, but my cock remained flaccid. I felt something cold and wet and realized she was spreading hair remover on the area she had just clipped.

I dozed back off and she woke me saying, "Time's up, you need to get in the shower."

I opened my eyes and forced myself to my feet. She had the shower running as I stepped in. The shower was nice and warm and it felt good. I woke up more and more and I watched my hair wash away. I never thought of myself as hairy, but seeing all those curls piling up on the drain I concluded I was wrong.

I got out of the shower and Jean said, "Lay back down. Let's do your face."

I was fully awake and lay down on the towel. Jean sat cross-legged and cradled my head in her lap. I looked at her eyes, entranced by their deep blue color. I thought to myself, she has Liz Taylor eyes. I felt her squeeze the cream on and closed my eyes as she began to rub it along my face and neck. She carefully spread a layer on my upper lip, then the corners of my mouth, and finally the bottom of my lip. As I lay there waiting to shower I crossed my fingers hoping it wouldn't irritate me.

Jean stayed seated stroking my chest. She said, "Your cock looks so strange without hair."

Always hopeful, I asked, "Does it look bigger?"

She said, "Yes, the hair doesn't hide it anymore."

She said she needed to get up, but we still had a few more minutes before I could take a shower. I lifted my head up, she scooted out and I put my head back down and closed my eyes. I heard Jean moving about and then I felt her hair against my belly as she took me into her mouth. I was completely flaccid until she took me in her body. I like the sensation of growing in her mouth. She didn't say a word as she sucked me. I kept my eyes closed relishing the sensation of her lips, teeth, and tongue as she worked on me. I knew it wouldn't take me long as she sucked me in deeper. She caressed my scrotum as she sucked me. I spread my legs as she moved down and licked my scrotum, gently mouthing each testicle. She went back to sucking me and I felt a finger press against my anus and enter me. Her finger was wet and she plunged it all the way in and began to slowly fuck me as she sucked me. She put her lips together and stuck her tongue out and rubbed the underside of my head. I could feel my cum boiling and my body tighten as I came. She popped my cock in her mouth as I came. My hands were at my side, my fists clenched, my chest heaving up and down and flushed. I could feel my sphincter tighten around her finger with each contraction.

She pulled her finger out of me and got up. I heard the water in the sink running and her spit, commenting on how much I had cum. I heard her rinse her mouth. She said, it's time to shower again. I kept my eyes closed as she helped me up and guided me into the shower. Paranoid about hurting my eyes I let the water hit my face for quite some time ensuring all the cream was gone from my face. I touched my face and marveled at how smooth it felt. It felt great, no little hairs sticking out at all. I touched my neck and it was the same smooth sensation. I turned off the water and exited the shower.

Jean was standing there naked. "Well, was it a success?" she asked.

"Yes, I believe it was, but judge from yourself."

She ran her fingertips along my face and said, "It's so smooth. Very kissable."

She came up to me and kissed me. "Hmmm, I like that," she said. "And you smell so clean."

I toweled my face and body dry.

She said, "Let me put some lotion on it to keep it from getting irritated."

She rubbed lotion on it and then took me by the hand into the bedroom.

She said, "Here's the real test."

She lay on the bed and opened her legs. "Make love to me with your mouth, please."

I looked at her wide-open slit and crawled on the bed and pressed my face against her. As my beardless skin touched her, she suppressed a groan, telling me how good it felt and what a turn-on it was to have my soft skin against her pink flesh. I knew it wouldn't be long before she was climaxing and I was right. She came quickly, more aroused by the sensation of my hairless face than my actual tonguing.

I washed my face and joined her in bed. She stroked my face telling me how sexy she thought it was. I admitted I too liked the feel of my new face. We kissed a lot as she was obviously enjoying the feel of our skin-on-skin contact bereft of hair.

I started to get up and get dressed and she said, "Leave the door locked. I want to sleep like we did last night."

I spooned against her and she quickly fell asleep cradled in her arms. As I drifted off I wondered, "What will tomorrow bring?"

I awoke on Tuesday, much the same as Monday, wrapped in Jean's arms. I got up, hit the bathroom. Standing there urinating it felt strange to see my penis void of hair. I felt as though I were looking at another man's cock. I decided I needed a quick shower to fully awake. I let the water hit my face as I felt the air get cool. Jean climbed in and pressed herself against me.

I turned around and said, "Good morning."

She kissed me. I felt myself getting hard, but knew we didn't have the time.

"That was nice last night," I whispered.

She nodded in agreement. I exited the shower and toweled off. It wasn't until I had the cream in my hand that I realized I didn't need to shave. I felt my face and had to admit I loved the way it felt. I had always detested shaving, but figured it was the price one paid for being a man. I looked at my body running my hands over my now smooth skin. I dressed and began making breakfast while Jean finished her shower and dressed.

Jean got the kids ready for school as I cooked up a hearty meal. We ate breakfast. I could feel her looking at me the entire time. I smiled at her and she squeezed my leg. She took the kids to school while I cleaned the kitchen before hurrying off to work.

With the exception of more meetings, Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. I did have to forego a lunch-time run as I didn't want to be seen in the shower by my fellow runners, all of whom still had their body hair. I left work a little early hoping to get in a run once I got home. I arrived home. The kids were doing their homework or playing. Jean was watching t.v. and talking on the phone. I waved hi, went into our bedroom and changed into my running gear. I went in the front yard and did some warm up stretches. Frank and his wife were sitting on the front porch swing. We said hello to each other. As I stretched I could feel Frank's eyes on me.

Up until Sunday evening I was completely in the dark concerning Jean and Frank. I couldn't help but look at Frank in a different light. After all, I had made love to my Jean after he had fucked her. In fact, his fucking her made our later lovemaking exponentially hotter. He didn't realize Jean and I were both dependent on him. She needed the size and stamina of his cock and I needed the humiliation of his cream pie. Not only did I picture Frank and Jean having sex but my new look was having a profound effect on how I viewed myself. I now saw myself as an object of desire and even imagined what it was like to have sex with Frank.

So caught up was I in my own fantasy I decided to give Frank a show. I bent at the waist, stretched my arms out and grabbed my ankles stretching my hamstrings. I turned so my backside faced him. My jogging shorts were short and I could feel them ride up my buttocks. I felt perverse like a girl showing her ass to a man. But I knew he wasn't looking at some hairy guy's ass, but a smooth, hairless woman's.

I finished stretching and turned to look at him. Just as I suspected he had been watching me. I waved and trotted down the street. An hour later I finished my run and headed into the house and to the shower. I got out of the shower, changed clothes, and added my now wet running gear to the pile of dirty clothes. I took them to the laundry room and started the wash. Jean was in the kitchen slicing cucumbers. I crept up behind her and rubbed my face against hers.

She leaned into me and said, "Hmmm, I like it."

I cupped her breasts in my hands relishing their mass. She turned and kissed me as I squeezed the end of her breasts, making her nipples hard.

She broke from the kiss and said, "You'd better stop or I won't be able to stop."

Her face looked a little flushed as I reluctantly moved away. I helped her prepare dinner. The six of us ate and I then cleaned the kitchen as she helped with homework. It was 8 o'clock when I decided to go outside and sit on the front porch and enjoy the evening air. The kids were quieting down watching t.v. Jean came outside with two glasses of wine. We sat there sipping our wine enjoying the cool air. Frank came outside and sat on his porch swing. Even though it was dark there was enough light for him to see us. He waved and said hello. We waved back. He sat down and drank a beer. From time to time I glanced in his direction and noticed he was looking at us. I had my arm around Jean and leaned towards her and we kissed. We kissed half a dozen times, nice tender kisses. She continually stroked my face commenting on how much she liked it.

I sensed Frank watching us as we shared intimacies. It felt good putting on a show for our neighbor, the man who was cuckolding me. I kissed Jean a seventh time and thrust my tongue in her mouth. She kissed back equally hard and we sat there hugging and kissing for what must have been five minutes. I felt myself harden and was looking forward to the kids going to bed so I could be alone with Jean.

Suddenly, Frank's voice pierced the quiet. "Why don't you come over?"

I was about to politely decline when Jean said, "Okay."

I looked at her and she asked, "Why don't you come with me? I want you too."

I wanted too also, but I wasn't strong enough for it. With a lump in my throat I said no.

She looked tenderly at me and said, "Are you sure? I want you to come with me."

I told her I was sure. Jean saw I wasn't going to change my mind and she gave me one last kiss whispering, "I'll be over there a while. Wait up for me. Okay?"

I felt flush, my chest tight as I knew what she meant. I told her I would be waiting.

She said, "I left you some things to wear. Have them on when I get home."

She got up and walked towards Frank. I watched him get up and the two of them hugged. She sat down with him on his porch swing as I nursed the last of my wine watching them. Every once in a while I caught Jean glancing my way.

Suddenly, they got up. Frank led the way into his house. Jean turned and gave me a final look before following him into the house. She closed the door behind her and I was left all alone. I sat there a few minutes and went inside. I folded some clothes, started another load of wash, and mopped the kitchen floor. It was a little after 9 when I finished the floor. I put the youngest kids to bed reading them stories. The two oldest went to their rooms where they could read before lights out at 10.

At 9:30 I transferred the wet wash to the dryer and folded another set of clothes. I turned on the porch light, went outside and swept the front porch. I looked at Frank's house. The porch was empty and the front door closed. I felt myself getting aroused thinking of Jean and Frank fucking in his bed. I remembered being in his house once. His wife gave us a tour. She was especially proud of their bedroom suite. They owned a king sized 4-post bed. I imagined Jean was there, her arms and legs secured to the posts as Frank fucked her with what had to be a massive cock. I then wondered what his wife thought about all of this. Perhaps she and I were cut from the same cloth. I knew she couldn't be so blind as to not know what Frank and Jean were doing.

Finished folding clothes, I began to tidy the family and living rooms, putting magazines, toys, schoolbooks away. I continued seeing Frank and Jean rolling around the bed. I pictured the two of them kissing, his sucking her breasts, her sucking his cock back to life, his face buried between her legs licking her, his cock between her tits moving back and forth. I saw the sheets tangled, a huge wet spot on the mattress, Jean dressing, Frank escorting her to the door, kissing each other good night. I pictured Jean walking home to me and Frank's wife hurriedly driving back home. She parked the car, turned off the lights, and rushes into the house. Frank is on the couch wrapped in a bathrobe watching t.v. She walks by him and into the bedroom where she surveys the scenes of their lovemaking. Aroused she strips and lays on top of the bed. Frank has ignored her the entire time she's been in the house. It's a game they have been playing for years. She calls out to him. He knows she will be nude, her legs spread wide, buttocks smack dab in the middle of the wet spot left from Jean, waiting for him to eat her. He feels himself getting aroused, gets up, unties the sash, lets the bathrobe fall to the floor, and goes to his wife where the two of them will make love. So powerful is the image of Frank and Jean writhing on top of her bed, she is already soaking wet before Frank touches her.

The buzzer to the dryer goes off and snaps me out of my daydreaming. I'm as hard as a rock. I open the dryer door, take the clothes out, fold them, and transfer the last load from the washer to the dryer. I set the timer and push the button starting the dryer.

I look at the clock; it's now 10:15. I think to myself Jean will be returning soon. I go to the bedroom, the one room I hadn't been in all evening. I turn on the light and there on the bed she has my attire for the evening spread out. There's the box containing the wig, a floor length white nightgown, and a little bag stapled at the top. I open the bag and pull out a pair of white stockings and satin panties.

I lock the bedroom door behind me as I strip and change into my outfit. I like the feel of the stockings and the way they flatter my hairless, but solid legs. The panties feel wonderful against my hairless cock and the nightgown caresses my skin. I go into the bathroom and put the wig on. I'm transformed. The wig is beautiful, the long blonde tresses fall past my shoulders. The hair is so lifelike and soft. I admire myself for a few more moments before unlocking the bedroom door and climbing into bed where I wait for Jean.