For Veronica's Sake Ch. 05

Thinking of Veronica and this whole situation, I was getting turned on again, imagining her coming home and what we might get up to after she'd told me all about her date...

I thought it would be nice if I was all cleaned up and shaved for her when she came in later... Like her Ken doll, waiting hairless and helpless in Barbie's Dream House, waiting for her to come home, like the good eunuch boyfriend, smooth fronted, or just small in the pants in my case.

Drawing myself a bath I couldn't help but feel a certain unease settling in as I stood watching the tub fill, thinking about doing this on my own, shaving, or 'de-nuding' my body...

I mean, it's not like I haven't already, but it was different now... I felt emasculated enough with this situation, but now I was about to relax in a hot bath and shave my legs while my wife is out dancing, wining and dinning with my best friend on their date... Which no matter how much I tired to fool myself, or convince Veronica otherwise... There was no doubt...The two of them were indeed on a 'date'...

Knowing that this was going to take a long time, and not sure at the moment if I'd finish before my shame took over and had me stopping, thinking about going out and chopping some wood or changing the oil in my car, anything to do that was 'manly' other than shaving my legs... I remembered Veronica having a bottle of hair remover somewhere, and with a quick look under the sink... There it was, half a bottle of the stinky stuff that once I'd popped the cap and had a whiff, I thought being dragged with my Mom to her hairdressers as a kid.

That's what it reminded me of, the smell of chemicals and burnt hair...

Reading the instructions and seeing that it can be added to bath water, but was most effective when used directly on the skin, I thought that would be my best approach...

So, while standing there naked, and already hairless for the most part, it had only been a week but anyway, I started smearing the smelly blue coloured lotion on my legs, moving upwards and eventually covering most of my body where I was soon finding myself breathing in short gasps because the stuff smelt so bad...

However that wasn't the end of it, because as the directions said, you had to wait 10 to 15 minutes, or until you feel a 'tingling' sensation, and soon enough I was finding myself feeling like I'd been dipped in acid... In minutes my skin began to itch and burn and also, as I was discovering, I hadn't been as careful as I'd thought when putting it on as my ass started to feel the burn...and I don't just mean my ass-cheeks either!

"Yeee-owww!"... I said aloud as the heat on my skin grew in intensity and feeling I'd waited long enough, I sank myself into the bath and began rubbing my skin to get this stuff off...

Doing so, and feeling somewhat better, I chose not to sit in the soupy smelly bath water, opting instead to step into the shower stall which was a separate unit from the bathtub...

"Oh man... That's better" I said aloud as I rinsed myself a little more thoroughly with some sudsy liquid shower gel, and paying extra attention to my stinging little butthole, thinking I'd never make that mistake again... But I also knew I wouldn't need to be shaving back their either, so that pain turned out to a bit of a win.

Finished and feeling much better, I dried myself off where dropping my towel to look in the mirror, I could feel the cool air hitting my hairless skin, which was everywhere now, thanks to my stinky chemical bath... Even the finest of my body hairs, the ones you wouldn't see or think were there, like on my knuckles and the tops of my toes, even these hairs were gone along with the rest.

But then as I filled the sink and went to open the glass cabinet to get my face shaving gear, I noticed my underarms and thought of what Reg had said... Holding them up and looking, I did feel out of place with my two dark haired pits being the only area on my body with any hair, aside from my eyebrows and my head.

Reaching back under the sink to see if there was any of the hair remover left, and I was kind of glad to see there wasn't... So instead, I pulled out my little hair trimmer and mowed the lawn under each of my arms before shaving them both completely smooth and hair free...

"Man! That feels strange"... I said aloud as I stood there looking with my arms raised and elbows bent, feeling the soft, newly shorn skin with my fingers. It was strange alright, and it was also another one of those moments where I felt the self doubt creeping in, the reality check of wondering what we were doing, and where this was all going...

However, choosing to put those feelings aside for the time being, or trying to at least, knowing how easily I could torture myself all night... I walked naked back to our bedroom and feeling the air passing over me, not with just my pits shaved but I mean everywhere after that bath, I was hit with an odd sense of feeling rather feminine while doing this, it sort of changed my way of thinking.

I don't know. But as I walked naked, I felt so aware of my body, my skin and the sensations... I was feeling myself becoming aroused, getting turned on and thinking about other stuff, like what Veronica and I have been doing in bed recently involving or newest 'friend' little-Reg the great big dildo...

Also, stepping into my little baby-blue Speedo, shimmying onto the tiny thing before heading out to the hot tub didn't help me much with these feelings either...

Looking at myself, seeing how small the bright Robin's egg coloured bathing suit looked on me.. I couldn't help but think of the panties Veronica had used to jerk me off the night before, and how I'd said I wasn't 'ready' to be wearing panties... Like there would be a time when I was ready?

The idea was confusing me, and knowing I wanted to go get high in the hot tub so I could relax, I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed two cold beers and the joint I'd rolled before my pizza had arrived and made my way outside, feeling only somewhat better, but still... The wondering, and imagining where they were, and what they may be doing... It would always be there...

Of course I knew there would be no real escape from it, no matter what I did that night. Aside from falling asleep, which was something else that was sure to elude me later. Being able to rest would not come easy, knowing they'd be out late. It would leave me tossing and turning until I'd heard their Uber pulling up, signalling their return at whatever time...

***

Smoking my little joint, I'm crap at rolling, but I made it work, and it did calm me down some, and so did the hot tub with the heat on and the jets all bubbling away... Plus, it was late enough by this time so the bugs weren't too bad.

It was clear that night, with a million stars lighting up the sky, but that wasn't my real focus as I reclined back into one of the built in seats, where then as I closed my eyes, I let my vision become filled with Veronica there in that sparkling red sequined dress... Picturing her out on the dance floor with Reg, smiling and laughing, having a great time.

Sighing heavily and opening my eyes, I felt a little dizzy with the heat as I sat up some in my seat... The water was hot, and they say you shouldn't stay in too long, but I guess with my quickening heartbeat, the grass and my imagination... I was feeling the effects much sooner, so hopping out and sitting on the edge, I cracked one of my beers and cooled myself off...

However as I was sitting there, I also couldn't help but feel aroused in an unsettling kind of way with my little dick looking and feeling as hard as it's ever been in my 'weenie-bikini' with the pictures as the images of the two of them kept coming at me.

Drinking more of my beer and tiling my head back, I looked up at the stars for a moment or two, but soon enough my eyes were closing again coming back with the same vision of the two of them out in the dance floor, where together they were grinding and dancing to a slow Latin beat.

Picturing her, I could see Veronica backed into Reg as they danced with her hand behind her feeling and touching his big trouser snake... Feeling his thickness with a pained smile of arousal on her face.

Slipping into the water again, and laying back in the seat, I began touching myself through my smooth feeling bathing suit, my dick as hard as a rock, strained under the thin nylon holding it back.

I was reluctant to have a wank right there in the hot tub so I kept my little guy in his Speedo opting to just rev myself up visualizing in greater detail the two of them together while sitting settled back with my eyes closed in the steamy hot tub.

In my vision I was seeing the night club we had already been to because it was my only real reference so far... But picturing them out on the dance floor, and then later, cooling down in the VIP room with Veronica sitting on Reg's lap, I could see her with her arms around him pulling him to her and kissing him, making out with him mauling and groping her ass...

"Uhh"... I sighed opening my eyes again and thinking I'd better end this here or get myself up to our room at least, because if I didn't, I knew I'd end up adding a few extra chlorine pellets to the water hoping it acts as a good spermicide...

Which was gross to being with, so I called a halt to my outdoor actives and feeling the night air chilling my wet skin again, I stepped out I made my way back inside wrapping my towel around me and hurrying along.

***

Up in the bathroom, I shucked my baby blue 'man-kini', my Speedo, which wasn't much different from a pair of bikini bottoms.... Walking back to our bedroom naked I continued to dry myself further.

Looking to the clock I was surprised to see that it was after 11pm... Thinking they'd definitely be dancing by now, but I wasn't the least bit tired, and it was a way too early to think about trying to sleep...

Again, I thought of watching porn but then not wanting to get myself too worked up, I looked around the room trying to think of what I could do, and about the only thing I could see was a full laundry basket sitting in the corner.

"Alright, why not?"... I said to myself and gathering my days clothes, and along with my little blue bathing suit, I tossed everything in and while still naked myself, I lugged the big basket downstairs to where the machines are kept into our pantry just off the kitchen...

It felt kind of nice to walk around like that, au-naturel, where once again, I cannot stress enough how amazing my denuded skin felt with each step or movement... Even my armpits, which I knew I'd be explaining to Veronica at some point.

Back out in the kitchen, I thought I'd do a few thing while waiting for the laundry to flip, and once I had the dish washer emptied, the next thing I knew, I had everything up off the floor and with a mop and bucket going, I began swabbing down the tiles...

However a problem I ran into was that after doing the entire kitchen/dinning area, I was back at the pantry door by the laundry and our side door, when I realized I'd painted myself in to a corner with an ocean of clean wet tiles now separating me from the rest of the house, doing what I usually do when I mop...

It was simple really... However normally, it was daytime, and I wasn't naked... But what I would usually do is, I'd mop the floors and then just go out the side door and walk around to the front... But of course, my being naked this time... It posed a bit of a problem...

"Fuck!" I said aloud with my realization, not really wanting to run around to the front door stark naked, and with everything I had with me in the wash already... I thought I was going to be stuck there until either the laundry was finished and dried in about an hour, or the floors...or which ever came first...

And yes, I know I cloud have also just said "Fuck it" and walked back across my wet floors, but I'm kind of OCD about stuff like that... Christ, you should see how I vacuum, making the sure the carpet nap is always perfect before moving on.

"Hmm?"... I thought and then opening the dryer on a whim, thinking there might be something in there, I popped the door open and "Aha! Jackpot!" I said aloud once more, seeing a full dry load of clothes still waiting to be taken out and folded...

But then upon taking the clothes out and dumping them in the basket, I was a little dismayed to see the laundry load was just a few t-shirts belonging to Veronica... Stopping then after folding the first of her t-shirts, the next thing I picked up were a pair of her satiny panties where thinking for a second, I stopped myself, saying... "Nahhh... I couldn't"...

Moving on, the next thing I pulled out of the pile was her white terry cloth dressing robe. It was short but in a pinch I could run around to the front of the house wearing it, and maybe one of her t-shirts, but I didn't need it, the robe was big enough, even if I was having trouble keeping it closed.

However my biggest indiscretion was in looking and seeing her panties on the top of the pile, where in a moment of cloudy thought, I gave in saying aloud... "Ah fuck, what the hell"... as I quickly stepped into the tight, white pair, pulling them up my legs, snuggling them into place...

They were tight on me... But damn! Did they ever feel nice...

I was embarrassed right away, even feeling guilty like I was doing this behind Veronica's back or something, but again that was just my nature to feel guilty doing something like this... Plus this was kind of a pervy thing to do, putting on my wife's panties without her knowing or being there...

But then I thought of where Veronica was, who she was with, and what they may or may not be doing... I almost laughed with the absurdity of it all...

I mean, here I was feeling guilty while my wife, she was out on a date... With another man...

Putting it out of my mind, I turned my attentions back to my current problem, where in thinking of making this unscheduled outdoor adventure, in my wife's underwear no less, I couldn't remember if I'd locked the front door after they had left...

Thinking about it, and knowing that our backdoor locks automatically when closed, I propped it open with a chair and made sure it wasn't going anywhere, just in case for some reason the front door was locked, and if this side door were to close... I'd be SOL... Left outside in my wife's robe and panties and looking for a way to break into my own house...

Thinking I was ready as I'd ever be, and with a breath held in my lungs, I made my way out and around the house in my bare feet, where in what only took like ten seconds, at most, I was up on the front porch, going for the front door and feeling quite relieved to discover it was indeed unlocked and open.

Slipping in and closing the door behind me, I let out a satisfied sigh knowing I hadn't been seen, but more so I found myself basking in the warm after glow of doing something like this, sneaking around outside while wearing Veronica's clothes... I won't lie, doing this, it made my little adventure all that much more exhilarating, like a challenge I'd overcome, something to put in my very short 'win' column... I felt rather proud...

Heading up the stairs, I went in planning on changing, but then in a moment of weakness, or maybe I was exhibiting some latent desires, hidden in this thrilling feeling... But for whatever reason... I left the panties on me and changed into just my bigger, longer bath robe.

Thinking I was being a bit deviant and a perv, I thought of Veronica and Reg out dancing and having some 'adult fun' of their own so I didn't feel as bad, being there at home on Saturday night, all by myself and doing laundry in a pair of her panties... Laughing some I though... "If only they could see me now!" ...

***

Back down stairs and opening my third beer, I knew I'd be up until the laundry finished, or the floors dried because the back door was still held open but at least I had the sense to close the inner door and turn out the light, otherwise the place would be full of bugs in no time...

That's something about living on the out skirts of town... Fewer neighbours and traffic, but with the trade off being tons of bugs swarming towards any sources of light...

Checking my phone and thinking I might know better, I was still a little disappoint in finding no message waiting... I'd left the phone inside on purpose so I wouldn't be checking the thing every ten second out by the hot tub. But I did tell Veronica not to text me, not to distract herself.

"How nice of me" I thought and sat down in the living room with my beer and my laptop... It was closing in on the witching-hour... Midnight...

It was getting late, but still... I knew they'd much later than this... However, as horned up as I'd made myself out there in the hot tub, imagining the two of them getting up to all sorts, hugging, dancing and even kissing, I was still reluctant to watch any porn... Again it was the guilt thing, and I guess it weighed heavy on me when I thought about it...

I could have easily driven myself crazy analyzing this thing a thousand different ways, with one of them being how gay or insane I must have looked, sitting there in my wife's underwear...

Why was it such an erotic turn on for me? And of course, her being out with another man? Why did I find this so appealing? It was naughty, immoral and wrong, but still, it did something else to me. Something I couldn't quite put a finger on, yet I ached for it and I wanted it all the same...

Not wanting to let this become too much of a burden, I opened my computer to use it as another distraction, deciding to research this 'other interest' I was finding myself enjoying and even wanting...

Sitting there in Veronica's panties I wondered where this attraction was also coming from? Why did I feel so giddy, turned on and even comfortable while dressed in women's underwear?

Thinking, I went with something Reg had said the night before when mentioning my hairless state, so that's where I began...

Thinking for a second and then typing in the word 'Metrosexual'... I came up with a basic description of new aged men who take extra care in their grooming, dress and appearance with the anthropology of it stating that it breaks the traditional, where by we're seeing the men 'prettying themselves up' to draw the woman's eye instead of it being the other way around...

Understanding that part of how we are evolving in society, with things changing and seeing these roles becoming reversed in some cases... Yet thinking I needed to take a lateral move, I typed into the search bar 'Men in panties' and with some trepidation, I hit enter hoping my lap top didn't explode...

But of course, it didn't... However once I'd looked at a site or two listed under the heading, I came across this thing called 'FAP'... It was a web site that had literally thousands of photo galleries of men dressed in panties, as well as just about everything else you could think of, all the way up to guys completely dressed up as women...

Tempted to have a look, I stropped myself thinking this wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but I did book mark the page before going back to my search, looking for something a little more involved with the psychology behind all of this fetishy-stuff we'd been drifting into...

Typing in this time... 'Men in panties, the psychology of'... I hit enter...

"Okay this is more like it"... I said to myself when I found a page that deals with the clinical side, where I wanted to discover more about the 'why' some men find it appealing to cross dress, or be Metrosexual or whatever... And from what I read, there was an entire library full of research and theories, yet the few I looked at, they all had origins that began at home with strong female figures, Mothers, Aunts, Sisters and Grandmothers.