I looked in the mirror at my handiwork. My wife had asked me to shave all the hair off my cock and chest and I wasn't in a position to say no. After eight months of no sex, I was going to do whatever she wanted if it meant I'd finally get a sexual release.
It looked funny, my body all bare for the first time in years. I felt kind of embarrassed, as if part of my manhood was stripped from me and dropped to the floor to be swept away. I felt both ashamed and excited at the night ahead.
Ever since she had the miscarriage things had been different. She kept me at a distance. I don't know if she was depressed or afraid but there was little I could do for her. Finally, I felt, she was coming out of her shell. Finally we would be together.
I slid my pants over the bare skin. She had said how sexy it would be if I went without any underwear tonight. The thought of her words sent a gentle throb to my loins. She knew how pent up I was and that even hints of sexuality were sending me mad. Carefully I pulled up the zipper, tucking myself in as best I could, though feeling it wouldn't help keep me in place.
I finished getting dressed and waited for her to come home. I was ready to go to a holiday party, but in reality I just wanted to stay home.
"You did what I said?" she smiled at me in the car on the way to the party. She was beautiful, big brown eyes, beautiful brown hair. She had worn a tight blouse that accentuated her breasts and made my cock shift uncomfortably in my pants.
"Yes," I looked out the window at the festive lights and thought about how it felt. How badly I wanted this party to end so I could get on with the night.
"Let me see," she squeezed my leg. "No one can see, unbutton your pants."
I looked at her. She must be kidding. I glanced around at the well lit street, all the holiday shoppers bounding from store to store. Would any of them see if I showed her? I felt my loins stiffen. I wanted to show her.
I looked at her and fumbled with my pants until they were unbuttoned. I pulled the waist down to reveal my clean shaven abdomen.
"Your cock silly," she squeezed my leg again and put the turn signal on to turn left. The car came to a halt.
I looked at her. Anguish filled my face but I reached to the waist band and with another hand pulled my cock and balls out for her view. I shuddered and quickly whatever stiffness I had failed me. While I was still turned on, the fear I felt of showing myself to her in public had trumped those feelings.
"It's sexy," the car slowly pulled forward and made its turn.
"I want to tell you something hot," she leaned over and whispered into my ear before we got out of the car to go into the party. "Tonight the only layer between you and any of my coworkers is your pants."
Though I didn't know why, the words sent chills down my spine.
"There's no underwear or even hair there," she leaned back and smiled, "so when they touch you, they're only one layer removed from feeling your skin. That is going to make me so excited all night."
My cock got hard and I knew that I couldn't hide it from view. I was going to have to sit in a corner all night. I could feel the power of her words haunt me as I entered the crowded room. I felt naked in a full room.
"Don't be shy," my wife grabbed my hand and pulled me into a conversation she was having with two attractive blonds. "This is Amber and Nicole. They're the new admins."
I smiled and nodded. I felt as if they were looking through me. Like I was small. I could barely manage a conversation.
Then I felt my wife slide her hand over my butt cheek. My cock instantly sprung to attention inside the pants. I felt horrified and shifted unconsciously, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Honey, can you get more champagne," I felt her squeeze my bottom, sending my cock twitching. I prayed the girls couldn't tell.
"There's a two drink limit," Nicole smiled and grabbed my hand, "I'll go with you."
I started walking, grateful I had Nicole to at shield, at least some of, the view. Though probably no one was, I felt like everyone was looking at me as I walked through the crowd. Looking at the uncomfortable stiffness in my loins, pressing freely against my pants. The thought was planted firmly into my head and I couldn't shake it.
The line was incredibly long and very tight. People squeezing harder and harder against me. I fought as hard as I could to lose the thought of how close my skin was to them. I felt naked, embarrassed and excited.
Nicole stood in front of me making small talk. She was achingly close to my hips. It was all I could do to shift away from her as she was bumped or shoved towards me. I was in fear that she, or someone else, would find me hard against them and that scared me. It was torture, feeling them brushing against me, so close to my bare skin. I could barely function.
"It's our turn," Nicole smiled and turned towards the bar as we finally had reached the front of the line.
Suddenly I felt a shove against my back and my body was lurched forward. I froze. All the blood rushed from my face in fear. I felt my semi-stiff cock pressed lightly into Nicole's dress, right between her cheeks. I tried to pull back but, for at least a moment, there was nowhere to retreat. I gulped in embarrassment.
"Sorry," a voice called out from behind.
I pulled myself back from Nicole and looked away. I was afraid of what she would think. Was she going to think I was excited talking to her? I wanted to crawl into a corner somewhere. Why did my wife do this to me? Why did she plant the thoughts into my head? At first I thought it was sexy, now it was excruciatingly painful.
"Here are your two," Nicole smiled and handed me two glasses of champagne. She looked into my eyes and smiled. How I prayed at that moment that she didn't feel me.
We walked back both of us balancing the champagne amid the crowded floor. Whether or not it was my imagination, I felt constantly brushed against and touched. I tried to stand clear of everyone, but someone would always shift at the last minute, pressing their body against mine and reminding me. It was both exciting and horrifying.
"That was an ordeal," Nicole handed Amber one of the champagnes, smiling. "I was just trying to order our drinks when your husband got all fresh with me."
I gasped.
"All of a sudden he lurched on top of me," Nicole winked at me, "he tried to blame someone behind him, but I think he was being a bad boy."
What did the wink mean? Her tone was joking, but she had to had felt something. She wouldn't know, but the teasing was tormenting me. I was so embarrassed. I looked away, ashamed, afraid to look at any of them. I wanted to leave.
"A bad boy you say," my wife smacked my bottom lightly, "we'll have to have a talk later."
I felt my cock begin hardening ever so slightly. It was torture the constant feeling of arousal amidst all these people. I felt dirty and used and at the same time I desired a sexual release more than anything in the world. I needed it.
The girls giggled. The thought of me being punished sent them into a teenage time warp that seemed to never end. They were giggling at my expense and only one of them knew what it was doing to me. I looked around.
The party went on for what seemed like forever. I tried to find a place to stand where my loins wouldn't be seen, but there were few tables and fewer chairs. I was stuck standing and when I wasn't being touched by my wife, people were constantly bumping into me.
Nicole kept looking at me and smiling. By this time I felt she knew I was hard when I fell into her. I wondered what she thought? Did she think I was dirty or was it exciting? I never knew what was going on in a woman's head and this time I was at a complete loss.
The night wore on and my sexual tension grew and grew without abatement. The torment of being humiliated along with the excitement of knowing it was soon going to be done overwhelmed me.
