Chapter 42 Horizons Fate (5)

Snow jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Wendy was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey Hun," Wendy 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 Wendy 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 hun," I replied. Wendy held up a garment... a bright pink 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 Lucas used as he forced his will on me. Making me submissive to his desires. My *ss was still sore from the pounding he took on it Friday night when he pushed his big d*ck up my *ss. I worked like a madman on the yard. It was as much to get my mind off Lucas and Richard as it was taking care of yard duties.

Wendy 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 Richard. 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 Lucas's c*ck. His black d*ck pumping in and out of my a*s as I begged him to c*m in my a*s?

I walked into the bedroom and Wendy 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 c*ck. Completely hairless as my c*ck rested on my balls. Sooner or later I would have to show Wendy. 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 d*ck. It still seemed so strange seeing my hairless c*ck as I stroked the shaft. It was a constant reminder that Lucas 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. "Hun, I did something for you this weekend," I said before I exited the bathroom.

"What's that sweets?" Wendy asked as I turned the corner. Her eyes still buried in the magazine. I dropped the towel as my c*ck, 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.

"What Hun.?", she asked still enthralled in the magazine before her. "This, " I said with emphasis. Wendy's eyes met mine in puzzlement as she looked at me wondering just what the hell I was talking about. Eventually her gaze left my eyes and settled on the wand which was rising between my legs. "What did you do?" she uttered as her eyes widened.

"I saw a couple of pictures in one of my magazines and I noticed he had a shaved crotch. And I've read articles in the past about it and I decided what the hell...why not.," I replied.

"I'll tell you why not...do you know how much that's going to itch when it grows back?" Wendy had no idea that Lucas would never let it grow back. He made it very clear I was to be smooth as a baby when he saw me again. Wendy kept her p*ssy groomed but it was far from shaved. Just neat enough to hide away in her bikini bottoms.

"I thought you'd like it," I continued trying to gain her approval. "Well, it does make your d*ck look bigger doesn't it?" she half chuckled as she began to lose interest looking back at her magazine. I slid into bed and snuggled up beside her.

"Oh no big boy, I've had a long drive today and I'm wiped out. No loving tonight." My d*ck had already betrayed my thoughts as my stiff d*ck rubbed against her side. "I'll let you rub my back though," she countered as her eyes met mine.

Confident of where I could steer the evening I agreed as she rolled over on her stomach. I pulled up her t-shirt that she sleeps in and rubbed my palms into her shoulder blades. Rubbing my hands across her back as I probed with my fingers, lightly clamping down on her neck.

She moaned approvingly as I continued the massage. After a couple of minutes, I urged her to flip over so I could do her front. She tuned over and I started lightly tickling her chest. She loved me to run my fingers lightly over her breast and stomach. I moved up and drew circles round her pink nipples as they began to harden like little finger tips. I reached out and pinched one as she gasped. Her nipples have always been sensitive and I knew she felt it all the way to her p*ssy.