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Shaving Creampie

  

  

  

I was stepping out of the shower when my wife Vicki confronted me.

 

"I want to know what you are so pissed about. All weekend you had this sour-ass expression. What is it, Clem?"

 

I looked at her. I was in a bad mood all right, and with the kids gone to school, I could speak freely. "You know what? I am not pissed at all. I am unhappy, and you are the cause."

 

"Me?" she said, clearly annoyed with my answer. "What have I done?"

 

I was pretty sure she both knew the answer and didn't want to hear it. She shouldn't have asked. "Well, let's start with your being 'not in the mood' for the last month. How about your concept that sex should be a special event, so if we have a date planned for the weekend, you shut me out during the week. And the capper is how you cut me off midway through foreplay after we did go out Saturday night. Sex is important to me, and you know it is. So, when you play the Freeze Queen, I get unhappy."

 

Tempers were escalating, at least mine was. It was an argument we had every six months or so during our 13 years of wedded 'bliss'. (SNORT!)

 

"Oh, this again. You know I have a low sex drive, C.E." Her excuse was completely worn out to me.

 

"I know you are fucking good at making excuses. Well, you have perfect control over whether I am happy or not. If you want me happy, you know how to do it. If I am unhappy, you will just have to deal with it." I stormed off to put my shorts and t-shirt on. She was still standing in the middle of the bathroom when I went to the den to work.

 

I was working at home today, which was good and bad. It was good that I could avoid the legendary Houston commute. It was bad that I had been denied the pleasure of slamming the door and walking out. I actually enjoy the commute after an argument, although the cars I purposely cut off aren't as happy.

 

I heard the shower running and turned my mind to the program I was crafting. One cool thing about programming is that it requires astonishing creativity, and I love to be creative. In ten minutes, my anger was gone and I was happily dropping components into my latest endeavor.

 

"How can I make you happy?" she said. Vicki's voice startled me as I concentrated on making a tabbed dialog work. I spun my head around like an owl does, and my eyes grew almost to owl size as well. Vicki was standing in front of me wrapped in a towel. Her hair was still wet and slicked back, but she was wearing bright red lipstick, newly applied. She was giving me the perfect "I am ready for sex" signal.

 

I almost blurted out something inane or trivial. But with the kids gone, I could afford to press her a little to fulfill a fantasy.

 

"I want you to put that towel on the bathroom vanity and sit on it with your legs wide apart. Then I want you to let me use my scissors to trim your bush, and my razor to shave your pussy. I want to eat the hell out of you until you are wet enough to fuck. THEN, I want to lick my cum right back out of you." How was that for a direct answer?

 

She looked stunned. It was clear that she had decided to do what I wanted, but that she had never expected to hear the answer I gave. I had asked for these things before, during the hot talk of sex. I had sent her emails about it and letters when I was on the road. She knew I fancied these things, but I hadn't asked her directly like this and certainly not when she was preparing to have "make it up to you" sex.

 

She silently stood stock-still several seconds. Then, she turned bright red and said, "OK." It was a hushed whisper, but it was enough.

 

I led Vicki back to the bathroom, and kissed her deeply. Her kisses were by no means hot. She meant to make me feel guilty, but I had resumed that "fuck her" attitude. I peeled the towel off her, and neatly folded it and placed it on the vanity.

 

"Take a seat," I said jovially. Maybe if it were obvious I was enjoying it, she would too. I gathered my supplied and came back to her. She was looking cross at me. "You know, you might just like this," I said. Fat chance, but I didn't care.

 

I pulled out the little vanity bench and sat between her legs. "Lean back a little," I said. I scootched in, so that my face was close to her crotch. I picked up a comb, and using it as a guard to prevent slicing her, cut her pubic hair very short. It was a ten minute process, but when I was done, her bush was completely pruned to 1/8 inch long hairs. The transformation was marvelous. From a curly patch to a completely edible mound with flesh showing. Her fingers were all through her missing public hair, tickling her skin with her fingernails. It was all I could to not begin sucking her off right then and there.

 

My cock was very swollen, pressing my shorts with need, but I held back. I anticipated it getting even better.

 

I filled one of our two vanity sinks with very warm water. Then I took a washcloth and got it wet before slapping it on between her legs. I took a minute while it was soaking in to kiss her and tell her how loved I felt by her letting me do it. She cheeks were beginning to flush, which I took to mean she was enjoying it herself.

 

I used some of my vitamin e-enhanced lanolin shaving cream. Then I took a new disposable razor and shaved between her legs, around her pussy. As I switched to a new razor, her fingers traced where hair used to be. I used great caution in shaving her actual pussy, frequently cleaning the blade in the other sink. I used my left hand to pull her right lip across, so that it was smooth and flat. She gasped as I did. Then, I used the razor to shave off all the stubble I had created. I took my time, but in three or four minutes, her right half was smooth. I repeated on the other side, and then used the washcloth to clean off any stray cream. Anxious, I sat down to take a close look.

 

My gawd, it was unbelievable. Her pussy was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Under that matted bush, she had been hiding a gorgeous mound. Her lips were small, but were now flowering and wanting to be sniffed. Her bare pussy was a treat waiting to be tasted.

 

"What are you staring at?" she asked, breathlessly. She sounded worried and excited.

 

"Honey," I said, "it is so beautiful. It is so sexy." I leaned in, and gave her a long lip, right between her lips.

 

She shuddered. "Do it again," she moaned. So I did, and did, and did again. I could now plainly see her clit, rising up out of its hood. I pushed a finger in her orifice to test the wetness (drenched) and licked slowly at her clit. "Ohgod ohgod ohgod," she muttered. My finger slid in and out easily. It was incredible to just be able to watch it so clearly.

 

I stood and kissed her, which she "took". She doesn't like me to put my pussy smelling face into hers, and definitely is opposed to tasting herself on my tongue. But she kissed me, and soon was kissing me back. Meanwhile, I removed my shorts, freeing my stiff member to slide against her smooth crotch. She reached down and held me in as I fucked between her lips. Her tongue was now probing in my mouth.

 

I reached down and changed my angle a little, so that I would push into her. She gasped, feeling my fatness moving in. I held all the way, and kissed her some more. She wrapped her ankles behind my butt, holding me tightly in.

 

"Are you really going to eat your… your…" she began to ask.

 

"Eat my cum from you?" I smiled. "Yes. And soon. I feel almost ready to cum already."

 

She released my butt so that I could pump for a while. But my excitement at the first time fucking my bald wife, and the knowledge that I was soon to be eating cum from that gorgeous pussy, left me in a horny state of premature ejaculation. I pumped maybe a dozen times, then came.

 

I pushed in deep, feeling her lips surrounding me. Vicki's tongue was deep in my mouth, urging my load out. I squirted one long ejaculation, and many more short ones, leaving me quivering.

 

I sat again on the stool, and leaned in to lick her. Stars were still shooting when I dipped my tongue in for my first taste. Ohhh, it was soooo good. There was no gagging from stray hairs. It was all clean and lovely and easy and delicious. I licked some out, and then licked around her mound, enjoying the smoothness, and feeling her shake a little.

 

I kept eating her, her opening sloppy and visible and seeping. I slipped a finger in, marveling at how much looser she was than when I had just fingered her. I put in another, then scooped out some cream and smeared it over her clit and lips. When I licked this off, she grabbed my face and held me to her pussy as she came. It was a struggle to move with her grip, but I was able to suck and lick her hole as she squeezed out the gooey mixture of her copious juices and my cum.

 

While fantasy fulfillment had led to my easy orgasm, it also kept me horny enough to be hard again very rapidly. So, when she came and I could plainly see her pussy pushing cum into my eager mouth, I was fully hard. I stood and pushed in while she was still trying to recover from her orgasm. I watched her try to focus and was especially aroused at her smile as she enjoyed my fucking her.

 

My second orgasms are much slower to arrive than my first. Age does that to a man. So I had a long time to enjoy seeing my cock sliding in and out of her. It even took long enough that she asked to switch locations so that she could hump me. Giggling like fools, we crashed to the bathroom floor, still very much connected pelvicly.

 

It was great to feel her bare skin grinding against mine, the sloppy wetness of our previous fucking lubing our entire pubes. I listened to our breathing and the slapping of wet skin. I came again after she told me "thanks for suggesting this... we'll do it more often". I was floored when she felt me beginning to orgasm, because she pulled off so that only my head was in. "I'm gonna plop this on your face when you are done," she smiled. Holy Shit!

 

My nuts were hurting from the explosive orgasm she led me to. True to her word, she lifted off and slid forward to bring her pussy to my mouth. She was literally dripping my semen. I was able to spread her lips and suck my cum out directly in a fat glob. MMmmm!! It was a dream come true.

 

In two minutes she was almost drained and I was licking the inside front of her pussy. I found the root of her clit and followed it up until I finished with a flourish. She was moaning like crazy and her juices were running like a river. Her orgasm must have almost rivaled mine in intensity and duration.

 

There is one interesting aspect of working at home. Vicki will come into the den around lunchtime, and ask if I'd like something to eat. Henceforth, the answer was always more exciting, because my main woman became my main dish.

 

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