We were standing in the kitchen, he was kissing my neck and down to my cleavage.We were in there to get a drink.That never happens.I succumbed to his ...dvances and we were kissing .I slipped my hands up under his shirt to run my hands over his chest.He was hairy but a nice solid chest.I fondled his nipples between my finger and thumb.He reciprocated by pulling the straps of my dress and bra down to expose my tits.He went down and started sucking my already erect nipples."mmmmmmmmm" I moaned". God, she knew how to ride. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I roughly lifted her up onto the desk, while simultaneously taking long swigs from the pussy-warmed bottle. I could taste her youthful musk and the sharp malt of the liquor as it burned down my throat. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me, taking another generous mouthful before spitting it into hers. The sight of her pretty pout dripping with whiskey was irresistible. I kissed her hard, pinning her down and almost. She laughed.But the following Tuesday I was dismissed early from my job and orderedto be home by 3:30 pm. At 4 pm exactly, my wife made me stand in theliving room next to the window. She ordered me to undress. Completelystrip. She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of. My dad had made me see all men as pigs, and I steered away from anything with a dick, especially teenage boys, who seemed to be controlled by them. But the intensity of sex between my dad and I led me to seek out a relationship. I needed to take control of our situation and getting a boyfriend would allow me that. In the back of my mind I hoped it would be the cure to saving my family. Needless to say my dad was none too happy with the change. I hadnt told him that I was going out and by our.