The Christmas Gift, Pt. 2

As I wrote this next part of The Christmas Gift, it kept feeling more and more like a book or novella as I tried to get the detail where I wanted it, so I think that's how I will approach this cap: as a serial Christmas novella. Without further, ado, here is Part 2 for you. Now I will work on Part 3. :)  — B.L. Quick

The Christmas Gift, Pt. 2

We walked up our stairs to the master suite, my mind flooded in competing thoughts: Was this a good idea? What would I look like? Were the pills safe? What would the guys think? Was I allured or completely terrified? — those two emotions blended together within me. I noted how, working together, they drove my steps.

Suddenly the door to our bedroom had taken on the foreboding appearance of a cosmic threashold. I was entering as Ed, or Eddie as my wife and friend's called me. How would be I be leaving? I thought of my mom and sister. My grandmothers. The long ancesteral line of men and woman who had led me to this point. And now, here I was, at the behest of my wife, about to confound that progression. Defy it. What would the results of that defiance look like? My mind flashed with possibilities. And in each the resulting me was slinking about in the silky soft lingerie my wife had bought for me. To my chagrin, my balls expectantly awaited the soft cupping of the satiny panties in the gift box. But perhaps they would have no chance to meet. 

I rested the lingerie box on our bed and walked to the bathroom. My wife followed close behind me. I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my flannel pajama pants, the crotch of which had been soaked with an ever expanding patch of precum since my wife had let me in on her little Christmas wish. I could hear her turn the faucets and the room was filled with the sound of rushing water into the tub. I turned.

"My god, Eddie." My wife's mouth fell open. "I don't think I've ever seen you so hard in my life."

My cock was engorged, nearly painfully so. It pointed skyward, head thick. My heart was racing in my chest.

"God, just look at it. It's hopping with your heartbeat." She smirked. "You really like the thought of it going away don't you?"

My breath shook a bit — then I tried to laugh it off. "Samantha. C'mon."

"I bet your balls are so heavy. Yes! Look. Eddie, you're dripping to the floor." I looked down at a long strand of precum dripping from the head of my cock. My cock pumped and it was followed by another, adding to the first, breaking the translucent strand of fluid with its weight and falling to the floor.

My wife's eyes widened. "Oh fuck, Eddie. I like that you are so aroused, that your balls are swelling with come, that your cock is rock hard because a pretty, pink little pussy is about to take its place."

My cock suddenly swelled nearly touching my stomach. Another long strand of come dripped to the floor. A puddle would be forming if I stood in place for too long.

"My Eddie really wants to be a woman doesn't he? Every time your heart beats you drip. Your cock is already acting like a pussy. It wants to be wet."

"Stop. Please." I blushed, involuntarily flexing my muscles, making my cock bounce. The drip wouldn't stop.

She approached me and wrapped her arms around me softly. "Oh, Eddie. It's okay." She lifted her arm, cradling the back of my head sweetly in her hand, and beckoned my head to her level. Then I could feel the tips of her manicured nails tickling my shaft.

She took my cock into her lithe fingers and pumped it languidly a few times. She whispered softly in my ear. "It's okay. I'm wet, too. My panties are soaked completely through. They're hugging my crotch under my flannel pjs." She pulled on my cock, the head pressing into her hip, and depositing a wet spot to her pants. I moaned softly. 

Steam danced over the crystal clear water of the bathtub and in the late winter morning light shining in the window as Samantha stroked my fully engorged cock. I was close. Fuck. I was already so close. I leaned forward, ready to explode. But Samantha tugged only once more before releasing me. She lifted her hand and tapped my chest with a finger. "Time to get in the tub."

I sighed and moved past her. "No no," she retorted. Her hand was outstretched. "Before you can use my pretty pink razor, you have to start with yours. I've put the right guide on it. You'll shave close. You can stand right here and do it. I want to see your hair falling to our cold, white-tiled floor. Shave your pubes to start."

I took the razor, flummoxed by her suddenly demanding presence. I had never seen her like this. She turned back to the bathroom counter and touched the lingerie in the box. I stood watching her. Even beneath her Christmas pjs, her lovely hourglass figure could be surmised with a glance; the way her ass plumped out deliciously behind her, the curve of her back, the outline of her breasts, her long hair flowing gracefully down her back and around her shoulders, her dangly earrings bobbing with her slight movements. She was a head shorter than me. I lingered for a moment admiring her until she looked up in the mirror and right into my eyes sternly.

"Eddie. I said be a good girl and shave your pubes. Pronto. Right now. Do you understand? You should already be shaving." She looked back to the lingerie, her fingers dancing over it.

Good girl? Oh my god. I jumped and nodded and flipped on the razor. It whirred to life. I took a deep breath and aligned it and shaved a strip of pubic hair, just to the right of my cock, near to my thigh. It felt to the tile without fanfare. I shaved another, then another. Soon my pubis was graced with trim, short hair — not stubble though. My wife seemed to have picked a higher guide on my shaver. I ran my hand above my crotch, feeling the smooth result, then noticed my hair along my thighs.

"Should I shave my legs, too?"

She turned and settled her tight ass to the bathroom counter. "Oh, look at my little Eddie. You already look much more feminine, erect cock aside. So cleanly trimmed and ready. I already know you're going to look so hot for me. I can just imagine you standing by the tree, your daddy's daughter, horny and aroused In her new lingerie. Can you imagine it, Eddie? Can you imagine how you'll look in your lacey lingerie?"

Butterflies filled my tummy. I tried to keep the subject on the matter at hand. "So — should I shave my legs?"

"As I said before, the entirety of the hair on your body will fall out when you take the pill, but, yes, now I think I'd like to watch you shave your legs. And your armpits. Shave, Eddie. Shave your body clean." I tried to ignore her enthusiasm and lifted my left arm high. She giggled. "That's right. Shave under there, dear."

I stood surrounded by a pile of hair. She eyed me up and down, then lifted her hand and did a twirl with her fingers. I turned in a slow circle and then back to face her. She nodded in approval. "Very good, Eddie. Now give me a moment." She walked into the bedroom. I stood, cock still hard, feeling a little sheepish — nearly like a shorn sheep — and waited. In two minutes she arrived with a broom and dustpan and thrust them toward me. "Sweep up your mess."

I stepped back and laughed at her.

She stepped forward and scowled. "Do not make me ask you twice." She gestured with a flick of her chin to the floor. "Sweep. Now. I want all of this male body hair off our tile floor and in the trash can. You won't be needing it today."

My cock swelled at her demands. Fuck, couldn't she see I was about to burst? I knew she could see it — my painfully swollen cock swinging in the air as I moved. She was teasing me. Making me wait. I flashed puppy dog eyes at her as I began to sweep, in a way pleading for her to ease the tension that was positively possessing my entirety, but much to my chagrin her expression didn't change. She watched me coldly as I swept the floor. I thought about her easy grasp on my cock. The way she had tugged me. Sweeping up made me closer still. I stretched in every direction, sweeping my hair into a pile, cock swinging, so close to the edge of coming.

I flexed my muscles to reign it in. I couldn't bear the idea she would see me come with so much as a look, especially since my erection was giving me away at every moment. I leaned down and swept the pile of hair into the dustpan and threw it in the trash.

"Good girl. Now get in the bath."

I nodded.

I never took baths. Always showers. My wife took baths. I thought of her relaxing in the tub. Reading. Candles lit. Taking her time. Shaving her legs. She called these her creature comforts. I realized suddenly that I was unexpectedly about to have a taste of what that was like. 

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Thank you so much for reading. Let us know your thoughts and if you are enjoying it. The next part is being worked on and should arrive by early next week. More caps will be posted in the meantime as we are spending time archiving caps and working on both new series and continuations of favorite old series. Stay tuned and thank you for your support! — BL Quick & The Team