Chapter 3

We walked into the hall and Jack put his hand on my pubic mound and said, "It's time to shave this."

"I was going to do that later," I said.

"Let's do it now. As a matter of fact I would like to do it for you," Jack said. "Why don't you clean yourself up a little and then get a towel, shaving cream and a razor. I'll wait for you downstairs"

"It's getting late Jack. I think you should leave," I said.

Jack looked at his watch and said, "It's only twenty five minutes after five. You said Fred isn't due home until 7:30 so we have plenty of time. Now hurry up and meet me down stairs."

As Jack headed downstairs, I was in a panic. I had hoped that there would be a way of avoiding this. I didn't want to shave my pussy. I didn't want to do that to Fred. It would mean more lies I would have to tell him.

I went into the bathroom and wiped myself with a wet washcloth and got a clean towel out of the linen closet. Then I grabbed Fred's shaving cream and a new disposable razor. I hadn't cleaned myself that well but I didn't care. I thought about putting my bathrobe back on but decided not to bother. I just wanted to get this over with so that Jack would leave.

When I started down the stairs I could see Jack sitting in the wing back chair just inside the living room. At the bottom of the stairs I turned to my right and stopped next to the chair Jack was sitting in. I didn't look at him because I was looking at our grandfather clock as it began to chime on the half hour. I guess the clock had made me aware of the time and that made me tense. Just then Jack reached his hand out and put it on the left side of my ass. Jack started to push his fingers into the crack between my cheeks and my butt tightened up.

"Relax, Kathy. You know you like me to touch your asshole," Jack said.

I forced myself to relax and Jack pushed his fingers deeper and then followed the slope of my ass down letting his fingers trail over my sensitive hole. Jack continued down until his hand was between my legs and he slipped a finger inside me.

"You still have a lot of my love juice inside you," Jack said. "You didn't do a very good job of cleaning yourself up. After I shave you, maybe I will clean you with my tongue. I bet you would love that."

I turned toward Jack and he removed his hand from between my legs and brought it around in front of me and started to play with my pubic hair.

"This is going to look great when it's bald. I can't wait to see what it feels like to press my lips against your bald pussy," Jack said.

Jack leaned forward and said, "I feel confident that you now have my baby in there." Then he kissed me on the stomach. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"I love you too, Jack," I said just so I could get him to move on. I want to get this over with and get Jack out of the house.

Jack took the towel from me and put it on the coffee table and told me to sit on it. I sat down and Jack started to put shaving cream on my pussy and I heard a noise that sent cold shivers through my body. It was the garage door opener. Fred was home.

I jumped up and told Jack to leave and I grabbed the towel, shaving cream and razor and ran up stairs. I decide to go ahead and shave myself and try to keep Fred from seeing me before I could at least get my panties on. I had to wipe away more of Jack's semen before I could start shaving

"Kathy, I'm home," I heard Fred yell as he came up the stairs.

When I didn't answer him, he called me again.

"You're home early," I replied. "That's great. I'm in the bathroom getting ready. Why don't you use the shower in the guest bathroom?"

"Why?"

"I'm busy in here," I said.

The bathroom door burst open and Fred was standing there looking at me.

"What did you say?" He asked.

I was sitting on the side of the bathtub when he came in and I tried to cover myself. Then I notice the washcloth with Jack's semen on it lying on the tub next to my foot. I prayed that Fred didn't notice it. In my panic I yelled, "I told you I was busy in here, get out."

"What are you doing?" Fred asked.

There was nothing I could do. I had been caught. I let my hand drop and exposed my shaving cream covered pubic hair.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," I said.

"For who?" Fred asked.

"For you of course. I wanted to surprise you when we got home from the party tonight," I said.

"Did I ever tell you I wanted you to shave your pussy?" he asked.

"No, but I thought that..." Fred didn't let me finish.

"I don't ever remember you telling me that you wanted to shave yourself," he said.

"I know I never mentioned it but..."

"Where did you ever get the idea that I wanted you to shave it? Most certainly not from me," he said.

I could see that Fred was getting angry and I couldn't think of anything to say to calm him down.

"I just thought it would be something different. A lot of girls are doing this now and I thought you might like it," I tried.

"Shouldn't we have discussed this first to at least see how I felt about it?" He asked.

"Maybe but after all, it's not that big of a deal and it is my body and if I want to shave off my pussy hair that's my decision. If we don't like it, it will grow back."

Now I was starting to get mad but I didn't know whom I was mad at.

Fred was silent for a minute and I was beginning to think I had won the argument.

"Don't shave it now," he said. "We can discuss it later and if it's that important to you, you can shave it tomorrow."

I blew up. In anger I yell at Fred, "I am ready to do it now so why should I have to wait?"

"Because your husband is asking you to wait," he said. "I don't like bald pussies. I don't want to feel like I am having sex with a child when we make love. Why is it so important that you have to do it now?"

"I was all set to do it and I want to do it now. It's my hair and if I want to shave it off, I will shave it off," I said.

I wonder if I had the right amount of righteous indignation in my voice.

"Okay then, go ahead and shave but if you do you will have to go to the party alone." he said and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

"Why are you being so unfair? It's just something I want to do so why do you have to make a big deal out if it?" I yelled.

"I am making a big deal out of this because I don't think you're telling me the truth about why you want to shave your pussy," he said. "You know I like your hair so I know you weren't thinking of me when you decided to shave yourself. If you can't tell me the truth then I will not discuss this any further. You can leave it alone and we will go to the party or you can shave it and go to the party by yourself. It's your choice."

Suddenly I began to wonder if Fred knew something. I wondered if I should go ahead and shave myself and go to the party alone and try and make up to him later. If I did that would he give me a chance to make it up to him? What did he know?

I put the razor down and climbed into the shower. I didn't speak to Fred the rest of the time we were getting ready to go. Fred thought I was mad at him but I wasn't. I was angry with myself for getting into this mess in the first place. Why couldn't I have been satisfied with the life I had before Jack came to town.

Fred was watching me get dressed. I thought that was a good sign. He always liked watching me get dressed to go out so I felt good that he was watching me. I put on black thong panties and a black bra. I began to wonder why I was dressing so sexy. Was I doing it because Fred was watching or was I doing it so I would look sexy for Mr. Benson? The third possibility was that I wanted to look sexy at the party.

The more I thought about it the more I realized that I just wanted to get Fred aroused. I wanted him to want me. That would make everything else easier.

After I put my stockings and dress on I went into the bathroom and did my makeup. When I came back into the bedroom I could tell that Fred liked what he saw even though he was still mad at me.

As we were getting ready to leave the house Fred said, "You look really hot. You are going to melt someone's heart tonight."

I said, "Yours, I hope."

On the way to the party I decided to try and improve things between us.

"I am sorry about the shaving thing," I said. "I just thought it was a good idea at the time and I am so nervous about tonight that I guess I just kind of snapped when you gave me a hard time about it."

"No problem," Fred said. "We can discuss that over the weekend but let's just try to have some fun tonight."

The party was held in a large classroom on the first floor of our office building. Almost as soon as we arrived Jack came over and greeted us and then took me aside.

"Kathy, is everything all right?"

"Yes. It was close but Fred didn't know you had been there," I said.

"So everything is still on for tonight?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Did you manage to finish shaving yourself?"

"No."

I could tell that Jack wasn't happy when he turned to walk away but then he turned and came back.

"I am going to send someone out to buy shaving cream and a razor. You can shave in the ladies' room".

"Is this really necessary? Can't you just tell Mr. Benson I couldn't do it?"

Jack looked into my eyes and I could see that he was not going to take no for an answer. "I want you to do this for me. Do you understand?"

I think I suddenly understood. Jack was exercising his control over me. I began to wonder if Mr. Benson had even asked for me to shave.

"Yes. I do understand." I said.

Fred asked me what Jack wanted and I said, "The National Pharmaceutical deal is closing tonight. I have to go to a meeting at ten o'clock with Jack and Mr. Bartlett. If the meeting goes well we will get the National contract signed tonight."

"So, you'll get your promotion then?" There was something strange in the way Fred asked this question. I wasn't sure but it sounded sarcastic.

"Yes, if everything works out."

"Then we can start trying to make a baby?" Fred said.

"Yes, we can start our family," I said just trying to end this conversation.

I sensed that Fred was suspicious about something but he didn't let on what, if anything her knew. I found myself hoping that he knew what was going on and he was going to put a stop to it. I figured that because he was still with me that in the end he would forgive me and believe me if I told him I was coerced into everything I did.

I needed Fred to be close to me so I slipped my arm through his and leaned close to him as we walked into the room.

We had only been in the room for less than a minute when Fred pointed to a guy standing at the bar and asked, "Who's that guy standing over there by the bar?"

"I don't know," I said but I knew who it was. It was Mr. Benson. I hoped that Fred didn't notice my reaction to his question.

"Why don't we go over to the bar and get a drink?" Fred suggested.

I was afraid that if I went over to the bar Mr. Benson would say something that would let Fred know that I had just lied to him so I said, "There are some of my department members over here that I would like to say hello to. Why don't you get us both a drink and I'll wait for you over here?"

I sat down with my team but watched Fred as he went over to the bar. He ordered drinks and then started talking to Mr. Benson. That worried me. I wondered if Mr. Benson would mention that he knows me and I worried about what they might be talking about.

Fred brought me my drink and said he was going to circulate. I didn't want him to leave my side but I couldn't stop him because I couldn't explain why I wanted him to stay with me.

When Fred left the table I was so depressed that I considered just leaving and facing the consequences of all of my actions later but I guess I was just too big of a coward to leave.

When I looked for Fred I spotted him talking to Mr. Benson again. Now I was getting scared.

A few minutes later the band began to play and Bert Carpenter asked me to dance. I turned him down and said I was waiting for my husband. A minute later Fred returned to the table and before he could sit I dragged him out to the dance floor.

The most comfortable I had felt all night was when I was in Fred's arms on the dance floor.

When that dance ended and we headed back to the table Greg Bartlett came over to me with a small bag in his hand. He pulled me aside and whispered, "I think you know what you are supposed to do with this."

I felt sick to my stomach as I went back to the table to speak to Fred.

"I have to go to the girl's room," I said.

Fred gave me a hard stare and said, "Don't do it."

"Don't do what?" I said as I tried to guess what he might be thinking.

He grabbed my arm and held it and looked into my eyes.

"You know what I am talking about. You know I am not stupid. I know what's going on here. Stop it now."

I felt my knees begin to shake and I thought I was going to pass out. How could he know? Did he know what I had in the bag? Did he know I was going to the ladies' room to shave my pubic hair on Jack's orders? Until I knew how much Fred knew I had to act as thought I wasn't doing anything wrong and that I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said. "I just have to go to the girl's room."

I pulled away from Fred and walked away as the tears began to run down my cheeks.

I sat in a stall in the ladies' room trying to get my heart to slow down while I wondered how much Fred knew. After all, he is an investigator and he is a very good one. If he caught wind of something that made him suspicious he would have dug around until he found the truth. With that in mind I realized that my marriage was in deep trouble no matter what I decided to do. In the end the only thing I could see to do was to continue with the plan. I would at least have my career to fall back on if I wasn't able to save the marriage.

I removed my panties and pulled my dress above my hips and spread the shaving cream all over my pussy. I shave it all off. Every hair. When I was done I washed myself off. Put my panties on and fixed my dress. I took a deep breath before I exited the ladies room and then opened the door and headed back to that table to face Fred.

As I walked back to the party from the ladies room I heard a familiar voice coming from the speaker systems that the band had set up. "Can I have everyone's attention please?"

As I entered the room I heard the same announcement. "Can I have your attention please?"

I got to the door and I looked for Fred at the table but he wasn't there. Then I knew whose voice I had heard over the speakers. It took me a moment to see where he was standing holding the microphone.

"Can I get everyone's attention?" Fred said.

The room got quiet and I stood, frozen in place and waited to hear what Fred was going to say.

"Thank you. I just want to take a few minutes to talk to all of you on this special occasion. First, I wanted to say what a great party this is. Let's give a round of applause to the people that put this party on for us."

The guests started to applaud and I started walking toward Fred.

"I have had a few drinks and I am feeling pretty good right now so I hope the words come out right. The reason I wanted to talk to you is that I want to share some things that are going on with me and my wonderful wife Kathy."

Fred looked at me and smiled but his smile wasn't sincere. Then he looked away from me across the room toward Jack, Mr. Bartlett and Mr. Benson. Fred definitely knew something but how much I had no idea. Part of me hoped that he would say something that would bring this whole nightmare to an end and part of me hoped that Fred was just drunk and thought he needed to thank the company for throwing this party. Unfortunately, I knew Fred was not that drunk. He had never been that drunk.

"First, I want to share some good news with all of you. Kathy and I are going to have a baby," he said.

Why would he say that? It wasn't true, at least not yet. Did he know about Jack wanting me to have his baby and was he trying to piss Jack off?

Many of the guests began to applaud and several of my friends were shouting good wishes to me. I put my hands over my face to hide my humiliation.

"There is more good news too. Kathy told me that she is getting a promotion tonight because of her work on the National Pharmaceutical deal. I understand that Kathy, Mr. Bartlett, Mr. Hanson and Mr. Benson are meeting upstairs tonight to sign the contract. Isn't that great?"

Oh, shit. That did it. That statement might very well cost me my job.

"Oh God, please stop," I cried. I was now just a short distance from Fred but my legs were too weak to carry me any farther. I sank down to the floor and just lay there.

"This evening started off so strangely that I thought I would share it with you. When I got home from work tonight I found my loving wife in the bathroom getting ready to shave and I don't mean her legs or arm pits."

Oh God, he was going to tell everything. I wished that I could disappear.

"We had a little argument about it. She told me it was supposed to be a surprise for me and I told her not to do it. I won that argument or at least I thought I did. Now I realize that she wasn't shaving for me, she was doing it on orders from Jack. Kathy was just in the little girl's room and I believe she shaved herself while she was in there. Now all of you are probably wondering why Jack Hanson would tell Kathy she had to shave her pussy..." Fred said.

The room was completely silent now. I could almost hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"The reason Kathy shaved her pussy is because she was to be a gift to Mr. Benson tonight and Mr. Benson wanted her pussy to be hairless. It seems that your company management thinks it is good business to encourage its employees to have sex with potential customers to win contracts even if it destroys a marriage," Fred said.

Fred seemed to know more that I thought was possible for him to know about all this.

Fred went on for another minute but I was no longer listening to him. I had curled myself into a ball on the floor and was trying to see if there was a way to simply melt into the floor and disappear. Suddenly I noticed that the room was silent.

"Kathy," I heard someone say.

I looked up at Fred as he bent down to speak to me.

"Fred. I am so..." I tried to apologize.

Fred cut me off. "Kathy, don't say anything... ' Then he said. "Do you think you'll get that promotion now?"

I laid my head back down on my arm and cried. I had just lost everything.

I don't know how long I was on the floor before Carol Studwell came over to see if I was all right. Carol works for me in accounting. I couldn't answer her questions so she helped me to my feet and took me out to get my coat.

"You can stay at my place until you figure out what you are going to do," Carol said.

I was in a daze so I just did whatever Carol told me to do. When we got to her apartment Carol poured me a stiff drink and gave me a cold washcloth to wipe my face.

In the condition I was in I should not have had anything to drink but I drank heavily that night and while I did I told Carol everything. I guess I felt I had to clear my conscience and Carol was the only person that I thought would listen to me. I knew I couldn't tell Fred the whole story even if he would ever speak to me again.

I was also pretty sure I would not be talking to Jack ever again. Carol made a good audience. She didn't ask a lot of questions and she listened as if every word I said was very important. She also made sure my glass stayed full of scotch.

I talked, I drank, I got drunk, I passed out and in the morning I was very sick.

Saturday morning Carol had to go out and run some errands so I stayed in bed and thought about what I was going to say to Fred if he ever gave me the chance to speak to him. I couldn't tell him the truth. That would make me look too bad. I had to find a way to make all of this seem like it was someone else's fault. By the time I got up to take a shower I thought that I had worked the whole story out and I was ready to face Fred if he would let me.

It was after two o'clock that afternoon before I had gotten up the nerve to call the house. The answering machine picked up on the fifth ring and I left a message for Fred to call me and I gave Carol's phone number. I just hoped that Fred would call.

Later in the afternoon as Carol and I were talking the phone rang and Carol answered it.

"Who should I say is calling?" Carol said.

Carol held out the phone to me and said, "It's Fred."

"Where have you been?" I asked. "I have been calling all day."

"Not all day," he said. "I was home until one o'clock this afternoon."

"Oh. I guess that's about when I started calling you."

Fred didn't say anything for a while so I said, "Fred, can I come home?"

"This is where you live, isn't it?" he said. "You should be here now."

That sounded promising. He wants me to come home. Maybe all wasn't lost.

"I'll be home in an hour," I said.

I got to the house a little after six o'clock and Fred had dinner ready. I took this as a very good sign. He had made spaghetti and meatballs and a salad. He had also opened a bottle of Chianti. I felt my spirits lifting as I looked at Fred pouring the wine.

Fred asked where I stayed overnight.

"One of my friends took me home after you left?"

"Oh, you didn't stay for the rest of the party," he said sarcastically.

"You pretty much ended the party with your speech," I said.

"I guess I owe some people apologies for that. Not you and certainly not Bartlett or Hanson."

"I guess you're right. I owe you the apology," I said.

I was ready to tell my story, the one I invented at Carol's house that morning, but Fred stopped me. He said we would talk about it after dinner.

After dinner I started to put the dishes into the dishwasher but Fred stopped me.

"You can clean the kitchen later, we need to talk now," he said.

We went and sat in the family room.

"Do you want to just tell me everything or should I just start asking questions? Either way I expect only the truth," he said.

"I'll tell you everything," I said. "I am sure you know when it started. It was the day after your Christmas party. Jack called me and told me that this huge deal that they were working on with National Pharmaceutical was in trouble. Jack told me Mr. Benson had told them that he would only sign a contract if I would agree to have sex with him. I couldn't believe that he would ask me to do something like that and I was pissed but he told me that this deal was very important to the company and if I would go along and do as they asked I would be rewarded handsomely. He was talking about a lot of money and a promotion. I didn't want to do it but Jack kept putting pressure on me and telling me that a lot of people were depending on me.