Thursday, next to last day of the week, I brain is foggy from the previous night's exertions and I was running late. Damn it, no time for a good morning fuck. Quick, get dressed. A kiss and an "I love you" and I was out the door.
Thoughts of tonight's activities filled my mind. Would Heather, could Heather actually go through with her performance. Lust and fear gripped my mind as images of my Heather dancing nude in front of a room full of crazed horny men played inside of my brain.
I was trying hard to concentrate on what the instructor, Jeannie, was saying but my mind kept visualizing Heather, nude, on stage, performing to the lustful approval of a room full of strange men. I was working on a particularly hard assignment and not making much headway when Jeannie came and sat next to me.
Jeannie pulled her chair close and said, "So you're here from Chicago with your wife no doubt."
Then to my surprise, Jeannie leaned in close to me and with her right hand took a firm grip on my hard on protruding in my pants.
She continued to squeeze me hard as she leaned into me pressing her bare tit flesh onto the exposed skin in my arm and whispered, "I know your type. You and your wife have been reading the naughty wife stories on the internet.
Almost every class, I have one or two just like you. You started reading internet porn, you love your wife so you can't see yourself with another woman but somehow you imagine your wife doing those things. Then your wife caught you, was mad as hell, but then she too started reading the same stuff until she also was hooked. And now you both figure hell we're in California where the only rules are those we make. Am I right?"
"Uh huh," I managed to grunt.
Lowering her grip until she had captured both my balls in her hand she squeezed them hard and said, "How do you answer me?"
"Yes," I replied.
Squeezing me harder and causing me both pain and pleasure Jeannie said, "Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am," I groaned as my eyes showed the shock and pain I was feeling.
"What you and your wife do is your business," Jeannie continued. "But how you do in my class and when you leave is mine. You be a good boy and keep your focus on this class; and learn what is required."
Jeannie released her grip on my genitals as I shot my load into my pants.
"Good boy, now all of your attention will be on me or I will keep you after school to discipline you," she said in a very authoritative tone. "This is your only warning or you will bear the consequences. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered.
"Now that's my good boy," Jeannie said as she hugged my face hard between her breasts giving me both a warning and a reward.
Now she had my undivided attention for the rest of the day; although I had to wonder what she meant by "consequences" after school.
Jeannie gave me a knowing look, as I left for my hotel to receive my instructions for tonight. I walked passed her with my head down, not wanting to make eye contact.
Getting to our room, Heather was gone but had laid my clothes for the evening on the bed. Heather had laid out a shirt, nice pants and loafers; no underwear. I found a note from Heather which read:
Take a shower, I want you fresh for tonight and don't forget to shave. In fact, shave your pubic hair off. If I have to be bare then you should too; besides you'll love the increased sensations. Tonight I am going to break all kinds of marriage rules, strange men are going to see me as only you have seen me. I may or may not fuck someone else maybe more. I will decide because Heather rules. When you are ready follow these directions to the Gentlemen's Club.
All my love, Heather
PS: Don't shoot your load!
Doing as instructed, I stripped down being careful not to stroke my hard dick for fear of shooting off. Grabbing my razor and shaving cream I entered the shower and washed myself before settling into the task at hand. Making sure my cock and balls were thoroughly lathered; I carefully began to remove my pubic hair.
The hair surrounding my genitals was quickly gone without mishap. Next I set about the task of removing the hair from my cock. The more hair I removed the more exposed I felt. I was beginning to feel a new sensitivity as more and more skin was stripped of its protection.
Finally only the hair on my balls remained. This scared me the most as I had to try and shave the hair from the wrinkled surface. First swipe, ouch, a dropped of blood appearing from where I had just nicked myself.
Rethinking my strategy, I realized if I stretched the skin over my balls, I would have a smooth surface to shave the hair from my scrotum. Slowly and carefully I removed my lifelong growth of hair. I finished the rest of the task without incident.
I rinsed off and exited the shower to admire my handy work in the mirror.
My hard on had subsided as I had been concentrating on not injuring myself. My cock and balls were bare of the hair that had previously covered them, the nerve endings were very sensitive and I could feel the air moving around my newly exposed skin.
Heather was right I do like the feeling. But something was wrong. Oh, of course, I need to get rid of the hair on my chest, stomach and back to really complete the look. I'll make an appointment with the salon and have it waxed as a surprise for Heather.
I dressed as instructed and drove to the Gentlemen's Club using Heather's instructions.
It was still early, about 7:00. Heather and the other 3 girls in here group were not scheduled to start performing until 8.
I was met at the door by a very huge tough looking guy who immediately demanded $20 as a cover charge.
Paying the charge, I enter the club and was greeted by a statuesque conservatively dressed blond, who eyed me knowingly and then said, "Hi, I'm Brittney you must be Larry, Heather's husband."
"Yes," I replied, "but how did you..."
"Heather described you perfectly and told me what you would be wearing," Brittney said and continued.
"Come with me and I will take you to her so you can have some 'alone' time before the girls start the contest.
