0 comments/ 56455 views/ 8 favorites A Night to Themselves By: Sheepish Chapter One: A Lot of Firsts Tonight It was five o'clock, time to get ready for dinner at their favorite restaurant. He was in the shower, taking extra care to clean all areas that could be smelly - armpits, butt and penis. The extra time lathering and stoking his dick got the blood pumping. He began to get hard while thinking about what might happen after dinner. As far as he was concerned, it didn't happen often enough for him. Their only child was getting older and staying up later which meant it was usually too late to fool around after he finally went to sleep. Tonight was a special treat. Their son was at the Grandparent's house for the night. So when they got home, they would have the entire place to themselves. While stroking his cock in the shower, he thought of all the things they could do with the privacy, all the fantasies he would love to play out. He was hoping his wife would be in the mood. She didn't seem to mind the days and weeks between lovemaking. Whether she was just too tired, or simply not interested, he wasn't sure. He had long ago resigned himself to the fact that sex was not as big a deal to her as it was to him. Still, when he masturbated he would visualize her as a sex-driven dynamo, eager to try new things, driven by her desire to please and be pleased. In reality, he knew that to her, sex was a "wifely duty" to be performed because she felt obligated, not motivated. Ah well, he thought. Even if there was no sex tonight, the gourmet dinner and quiet conversation would be great. They both enjoyed fine food and still found it easy to talk to each other after fifteen years of happy marriage. You can't have everything and tonight will be fantastic regardless of sex or no sex. He stepped out of the shower, his prick slightly larger than normal. She didn't seem notice, but he noticed her naked body as she moved past him for her turn in the shower. Her breasts were large, sagging slightly with time and gravity, but the sight still turned him on as he imagined her bending over to expose their fullness or her pressing them together as he slid his lubricated penis between them. As she stepped into the shower, he admired her long, firm legs and still firm ass. She should show off her legs more, he thought, and her tits too! Oh well. She was in the shower, lathering soap all over her body. She had noticed the slight increase in the size of his prick. Maybe that's why he takes such long showers, she thought, he must jack off every chance he gets. And I suppose he wants me to dress like a hooker tonight. She reached for the razor and started shaving her legs. She worked her way from the left ankle up her long leg to the thigh and repeated the process on her right leg. She thought about the times he had mentioned shaving her pubic hair. As she trimmed her bush, planning for skimpy panties, she decided to trim just a bit more than usual. Her careful trimming was beginning to have an effect on her pussy. Dampness was coming from inside her as well as from the shower. She trimmed a bit off the left side, then the right, then trimmed an inch off the top. She spread her legs and looked down. Hmm, she thought, it doesn't look much different. Her hips gyrated slightly as she rubbed more foamy soap on her groin. An involuntary sigh escaped her lips. She boldly trimmed more off the top. She looked down and saw only half an inch of hair above her moist pussy lips. A thrill shot through her entire body as she shaved more off the sides. Without consciously thinking about it she continued to shave until all her pubic hair was gone. More thrills shot through as she carefully touched up around her tender lips. She had done it! She rubbed her hand over the now bare area. The feeling was brand new and very exciting. She lifted her leg onto the shower bench and rubbed her naked pussy. Almost without warning she whimpered loudly and came to an intense orgasm. He called to her from the bedroom, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she said, "just rubbing sore muscles from tennis." Then it hit her. She had no hair on her pussy! What if she had to go to the doctor? What would she say? What if she got in a car accident? She thought of her Mother always telling her to wear clean underwear just in case. What would her Mother have said about this? Mixed with her guilt and fear was an almost defiant thrill. She chuckled softly as she finished rinsing soap off her body and once again lightly stroked newly exposed skin. It's too late now, she thought. As she toweled off with her back facing the bedroom she was amazed at the wild new sensations her bare pussy generated. The feeling of the rough towel was arousing, the slight draft from the fan could be clearly felt by her hypersensitive skin. She was getting wet all over again! She waited until he left the bedroom then hurried to put on her panties. Her husband had laid one of her skimpiest thongs on the bed. Normally, she didn't like the feel of thong panties, but she put them on to cover up quickly. As she moved to get her bra she noticed the new fit and feel of underwear over her naked nether regions. It felt good. Very good. She put on her black low cut bra and noticed that her nipples were hard. She tweaked one of them and a sexual jolt shot right down to her clitoris. She had never felt so sexy! After watching her enter the shower he dug his drawer and found his shiny gold thong briefs. He preferred boxers, but knew she liked briefs better. Instead of his usual v-neck t-shirt, he put on a tank top and then stood in front of the bathroom sink. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had grown a slight paunch in the last few years even though he hadn't gained any weight. Damn gravity, he thought. Still, he thought of himself as fit and hoped others felt the same way. Of course most people didn't see his big thighs which were, thankfully, well muscled and hadn't yet gone flabby. He combed his hair, used his electric razor to clean up his light stubble and sprayed on a bit of after shave. He heard a low groan from her in the shower. She said her muscles were sore. Hmmm. It sounded kind of sexy, but he knew better. He considered staying in the bathroom to ogle his wife when she got out of the shower, but she usually resented his lewd stares, so he went to the bedroom and put on his silk shirt, slacks, socks and shoes. As an afterthought, he got out his wife's most risqué thong panties and put them on the bed, knowing that she wouldn't wear them, but hoping she would get the idea that he would like to see her dress a little more provocatively tonight. She was getting out of the shower just as he went to the living room to watch the TV news. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. For the umpteenth time, she wished she could get rid of her midriff bulge, but her weakness for chocolate and fine food made it difficult to lose those few inches and pounds. Her nipples were pushing at her slightly see-through bra. She liked the affect. She looked at her thong covered crotch. Not a hair to be seen. She lowered the thong slightly and felt a brief pang of lust mixed with guilt. She fixed her hair and applied light make up still dressed only in her underclothing. Involuntarily, her thoughts kept coming back to her bald pussy. She put on her black garter and stockings and then her new low cut black dress with the buttons that ran all the way to the hemline. Earrings and a simple silver chain with a multicolored stone finished off her outfit, She looked in the full length mirror and liked what she saw. Inexplicably, she raised her dress and inspected her thong once again. She gently rubbed her pussy through the fabric. Her thong was getting damp and without the padding of a thatch of hair, her swollen lips showed clearly through the black fabric. As she walked down the hall, the tight thong rubbed her unprotected cunt lips. The feeling was almost too much. She realized that she would have to change to looser panties. She went back to the bedroom and removed the thong and found that her pussy lips were still slippery wet, so she stroked them gently and moaned quietly. She went to her husband's drawer and got out one of his cotton handkerchiefs. She put it in her purse in case she needed to dry her soaking twat later in the evening. Then she went down the hall to see if her husband was ready. Half way down the hall she realized that she had forgotten to put on new underwear. She smiled to herself and thought, what the hell! "Are you ready to go?" she asked. "You bet, I'm hungry for some foie gras!" he said as he watched her enter the room. Her black dress hugged the voluptuous curves of her body. He noticed the beautiful stone dangling just above her exposed(!) cleavage. "Damn, you look sexy tonight!" "I feel sexy too" she responded. He did a double take. She had never said anything like that before. He had always wanted her to feel as sexy as he thought she was, but it had never happened. As he grabbed his keys and jacket she said quickly, "I'll be right back," and went back to the bedroom. He headed for the garage to open the door and start the car. She hurried back to the bedroom and got a pair of black panties and stuffed them in her purse beside the handkerchief. Just in case we get pulled over or in a wreck, she thought. When she opened the door to the garage, he hurried out of the car to open her door. Her beautiful long legs were exposed as she slid into the seat. "You have such nice legs," he said. She unbuttoned the bottom few buttons on her dress "Do they look better with stockings and a garter?" she asked. His face reddened with surprise and lust. "Your legs always look great!" As they pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road she shifted and spread her legs just a bit so her dress hiked further up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings. He noticed and squirmed in his seat, trying to adjust his snug and getting snugger briefs. Is she toying with me, or is she really as horny as she's acting? He pulled into a gas station to fill up. She watched him get out and stared at his butt. She felt like pinching it. She was totally worked up! She reached between her legs to feel her new baldness. She was wetter than ever! She reached into her purse to get the handkerchief and waited until he was washing the windshield on her side. Just as he started to squeegee off the water, she raised her dress and spread her legs wide. His eyes got wide and he almost dropped the squeegee. As he continued to stare, she slowly rubbed her pussy lips and then wiped off the flowing juices with the handkerchief. She nearly came again. He had a hard time walking around the car to top off the tank. The bulge in his pants was almost painful. His mind was racing. Had he really seen his wife's naked pussy? He could feel the wet spot of his pre-come. She really must be horny! What had made her actually go through with it? He had playfully suggested shaving her pubic hair on a number of occasions, knowing that it would never happen. He finished with the gas and got back into the car. She was smiling at him with her legs still spread. No doubt about it, she had no pubic hair and she was showing off her bald pussy. "Wow!" was all he could say. "Surprised?" she asked. "That's an understatement. Whatever possessed you to do it?" "I don't know, it just kind of happened. Now I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it! It feels so different that I can't think of anything else." "I think I'm at least as turned on as you are. Aren't you glad you're not driving?" "If I were, we'd be in the ditch!" "Can I touch it?" "Mmmm, absolutely." "Well then you're going to have to move your hand." She giggled. She hadn't realized that she had been stroking her cunt constantly as they drove down the road. "It's all yours." He reached over and gently rubbed the hairless area. "Oooh, it's so smooth, and geez, I've never seen you so wet!" "Nnngh!" she grunted as she reached up to pinch both her nipples. Within seconds she moaned loudly and came with another intense orgasm. "Oh my God that feels good!" He quickly compensated as the car began to hit the road turtles. Then he reached into his own pants to adjust his painfully restricted dick. The wet spot now showed through his pants. He let out a sigh as the pressure was eased. "I'm sorry," she said. "Do you need some room to move?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached over and undid his belt, unzipped his pants and freed his erect member. "You're not so dry your self." Then she leaned over and gently licked the come off the end of his penis. "Wow again," he said. "Usually you wipe it off before you lick it." "It looks like we may have a lot of firsts tonight." Then she leaned back over and began to suck his dick with abandon. "Get the handkerchief ready, this won't take long," he said. She grunted in answer, which felt very nice on his swollen cock. Then she swirled her tongue around and around the tip of his dick while she moved her head up and down. "Gaah! Here it comes!" he grunted and then violently exploded into her waiting mouth. He must have spasmed a dozen times. She gamely kept her mouth on his throbbing dick. Her mouth became so full, that she was forced to swallow. She continued to suck until he had calmed down. She had swallowed all he had to give and quickly reached for the water bottle. She drank half the bottle to rinse her mouth. Never before had she allowed him to come in her mouth or swallowed his cum. It actually wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The texture was odd, but there was very little flavor and the water rinsed that away. Somehow, he had been able to keep the car in his lane, although he didn't know how he had done it. The realization that he had just come in her mouth took a moment to sink in. "That was unbelievable!" he said. "I can hardly believe it myself," she answered. Just then, a horn honked beside them. They looked over and up to see a truck driver grinning and giving them the thumbs up sign. What she had done finally dawned on her. The color rose in her cheeks and then she looked down to see that her soaking wet and bald pussy was still exposed! She reached to cover herself up and then changed her mind. She smiled and waved at the truck driver who honked his horn again. "Who is this woman sitting beside me?" he asked. "Why it's just your horny wife," she teased. "It's nice to finally meet her." They got off at the next exit and took the surface streets to the restaurant overlooking the lake. Both were lost in thought and didn't realize until they parked the car that they were still exposed to the world. She gave her juicy pussy a quick wipe with the handkerchief and then lowered her dress. He tucked his dick in and zipped up. He walked around the car to open the door for her. As she got out of the car, she deliberately spread her legs and showed him her most private parts. "You are driving me crazy and I'm loving every minute of it." he said. "Bullshit, you've been crazy for years." "I can't argue with that." Chapter Two: Fine Dining They walked across the parking lot hand in hand. Once again new sensations assaulted her awareness. The cool breeze played gently across her moist pussy lips which shot hot jolts of passion from her crotch to her erect nipples which in turn flushed her face bright red. When they got to the door, he opened it for her and gently touched the small of her back as she stepped through. She flinched slightly at the electric connection of his touch. She pressed the button and they silently waited for the elevator. As they stepped into the mirrored elevator, she caught sight of her flushed cheeks. She knew she should be embarrassed or even ashamed of her behavior, but she wasn't. The gentle lift of the elevator caused another new feeling. She stared at the glistening drops on the carpeted floor. A liquid gift from her throbbing pussy. He had said something, but she had missed it. "Huh?" she asked. "I said do you think dinner can come close to the incredible start we've had tonight?" She reached for his hand and brought it up to her left breast. "Mmmm, I'm just getting started," she purred. Just then the elevator door opened. He jerked his hand back quickly, but the two couples had already seen them. They walked past them toward the hostess' desk. Both heard murmurs of conversation from the couples boarding the elevator. "What do you think they are saying?" she asked. "Judging from the way that one guy looked at you, he's probably wishing it was his hand on your boob." "Yeah right." "You don't have to believe me, but the way you look right now probably has every man in the place looking you over very closely." "Yeah right!" "I'm not kidding. You're just oozing sexuality right now." "Quit kidding around." "Okay, but check out that guy sitting at the bar." She turned in time to see a 30ish man slowly working his way up her body with his eyes. When their eyes met, he flushed and quickly turned away. "He just had you naked in his mind." Now it was her turn to flush in embarrassment. "Let's get to our table before I stain the carpet." "Huh? I don't follow." "Never mind, let's have dinner." Perhaps it was her imagination, or hypersensitivity, but she did notice more than one man in the dining room following her progress across the room. They were led to a booth at the end of the room, overlooking the harbor and the lake where they sat side by side, hips touching. The waiter asked if they wanted anything from the bar. "Chivas on the rocks please," she said without hesitation. "Me too." The waiter handed them the menus and left. "I need the scotch for a final rinse." "Since you've already had an appetizer, does that mean we don't get to order the frois gras?" "No way, I'm looking forward to it as much as you." "Uh," he said shyly, "How was it? I mean you've never done anything like that before. You didn't choke or even lose a drop. Is your stomach feeling okay?" "Well, I've been so caught up in the moment, that I didn't even think back on it until now. It wasn't so bad. I mean I didn't feel like gagging or anything. And then when that trucker honked at us. I guess I should feel like a hooker or something." "Don't do that! I mean after all these years, I kind of feel like it's a breakthrough in our sexual relationship. You know, the only man you've wanted to do that to. Or am I?" "Well, if Kevin Costner…." "Okay, okay. I just want you to know how much I appreciated it. It made me feel very special, not to mention it was probably the best orgasm I've ever had. So how are you doing?" "I've never felt so horny! As a matter of fact, I need to go to the ladies room and use your handkerchief again." "Do you need to pee?" "No, just wipe." "Then why don't you do it here?" He looked under the table. "The tablecloth hangs over so that no one will see." She thought about it for a moment. "Maybe I should get that guy in the bar to help me." "So now who's the kinky one?" he asked. She reached into her purse and got the handkerchief. "Let's just keep this between the two of us." "Good idea." As she began to wipe, she looked deeply into his eyes. "I've already come twice tonight, and I'm aching for more." Just then the waiter came with their drinks. He served them graciously and she could do nothing but sit there with her hand on her pussy. By the time he left, she needed to wipe her lips again. She made eye contact with a man sitting at a table nearby. He smiled and went back to his conversation. No, she thought, it's just my imagination. "Twice?" he asked. "Huh?" "You said you've come twice." A Night to Themselves "Oh, um, the first time was in the shower when I was shaving." "I wish I could have been there to watch." "If you had been, I probably wouldn't have gone through with it. Besides, I need the whole shower stall to shave my legs." "Good point. But I still would have enjoyed the view." "Maybe next time." There will be a next time?" "We'll see." The waiter came and took their order. They ordered the frois gras with dark cherry coulis, two house salads, ahi for her, scallops for him and a bottle of crisp, dry chardonnay. The frois gras was wonderful. It melted in your mouth and the coulis added just the right amount of tartness. A bit of it dribbled on his chin and she leaned over to lick it off and give him a quick kiss. She was still feeling both naughty and horny and every time she shifted in the booth, she could feel her slippery cunt lips rubbing together. It was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. Whenever possible, he had kept his hand lovingly on her thigh. After the appetizer, he slowly worked his hand up toward her hairless mound. Since she didn't protest, he continued until he lightly caressed her swollen lips with his index finger. She was so wet! "Hand me the handkerchief, you could use it." She handed it to him and he slowly wiped her pulsing pussy. Just then, of course, the salads arrived. It was his turn to hold her cunt until he was gone. Thank heaven, he couldn't see under the tablecloth. "Please take your hand away," she said. "I'm sorry, but I….." "No, no, no, it feels wonderful. But if you keep doing it I'm going to come again and I'm afraid it won't be quietly." "Oh," he chuckled, "aren't you the randy wench tonight!" "Like never before." "I know. And I love it. And I love you." "Thanks. I love you too. And I'd like to love you more right now," she said as she reached for his crotch. Sure enough, it was straining to get out of its confines. She pulled the zipper down and reached under his shorts to feel his sticky-wet dick. She briefly considered dropping her spoon for a quick lick, but lost her nerve. "But it will have to wait until later." "Mmmm," he sighed. "Later." After the main course he reached over to her and carefully inspected the gemstone hanging from her neck. It flashed prettily and he remembered when she got it. He recalled thinking at the time that it would accent her breasts nicely. And it did. Tonight it was nestled between the soft curves of her tits. The dress was cut low enough to reveal the tender area he loved to caress, but not so low as to risk revealing her nipples. Although, from his angle, when she moved her arms a certain way, the fabric pulled from her skin just enough to reveal a hint of areole. "Are you looking for this?" she asked as she pulled the fabric a bit further. Now her entire nipple exposed. "Would you care for dessert?" the waiter asked. Now she really was embarrassed. "Um, I'm sorry," he said, "but we haven't even looked at the dessert menu." "Would you allow me to select a dessert for you on the house? Judging from what you ordered for dinner, I know you have excellent taste. How about the crème brulee?" "That sounds good, but why on the house?" "Well you two are obviously newlyweds and yours has been my most interesting table in weeks. I won't soon forget you." Now they were both embarrassed. "Uh, I think it's time that we headed home. What do you think honey, should we skip the dessert?" "Yes," she said slyly, "let's have dessert at home." "Do you mind if I am perfectly blunt?" asked the waiter. "Uh, okay," she said nervously. The waiter turned to her and said, "I've been married for 5 years and I love my wife dearly. I just wish she was as sexy as you." She turned crimson and mumbled a thank you. They got the check and tipped the waiter generously. She stopped off in the ladies room before they left the restaurant. Even peeing felt new without her patch of hair. While still in the stall, she undid her bra and removed it. Then she stepped out and looked at herself in the mirror. Being bra-less drastically changed the neckline of her dress. Obviously, her boobs hung lower, but the real challenge was keeping her nipples out of sight. Unless she was very careful, they would peek into view. Just then another woman entered the room. She was a young blonde with a very short skirt. They exchanged glances and the blonde deliberately stared at her almost exposed breasts and then at her wedding band. "Does your husband let you play with the girls?" asked the blonde. She was shocked, horrified, a little afraid and even a little thrilled. "Uh, no, I mean I've never, um, not that, um, uh." "That's okay," said the blonde. "No harm in asking, right? It's just that your tits look like they want to be licked." And she disappeared into the nearest stall. When she met her husband in the lobby, he looked concerned then his eyes got huge. She looked down and adjusted her dress to cover her exposed nipple. "Did you get lost?" he asked. "Let's go," she said. "Anything you say." When the elevator door closed, she turned and gave him a full body hug and deep kiss. She kept rubbing her body against him and kissing him until the elevator door opened. There was no one waiting. She was almost disappointed. When they got to the car, she sat down, raised her dress, wiped herself off. She leaned back in the seat, her right tit hanging out for him to see. "Uh, honey, I don't know how to say this, but could we wait until we get home? I don't know how I kept the car on the road last time and besides, I'm not sure I'm good for as many orgasms as you are tonight." "I understand," she said, "but as you said, I'm good for more than you!" and she proceeded to rub her bald pussy and pinch her nipples and tweak her clit until she came loud and long. As she laid back in a relaxed and revealing position, she said, "Besides, I have special plans for you." Chapter Three: Fit to be Tied The rest of the drive home was quiet. She tipped the seat back and relaxed, not bothering to cover herself. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn't keep his eyes off his wife's nearly naked body and totally naked pussy. In just a few minutes, she was asleep. He thought about covering her as they got off the freeway and onto the surface streets, but the view was too good. And she was lying low enough that only the highest trucks could see into their minivan. He pulled into the driveway and into the garage, shut off the engine and closed the garage door. She didn't stir. He reached over and lightly ran his fingers between her breasts, stopping at the neckline of her dress. Still no response. So he proceeded to undo all the buttons. She was totally exposed. Now was his chance to closely inspect his wife's naked cunt. She had done a thorough job. Not a hair in sight. Her pussy lips seemed to be more prominent than he remembered, but that was probably due to their new level of exposure. Or it could be a sign of the three hour sexual peak she had just experienced. He stared at it contentedly for a good five minutes, memorizing the flowerlike curves of her beautiful cunt lips. Then he got an idea. Quietly he left the car and went upstairs to the bedroom. He reached under the bed and pulled out the vibrator. Then he got the lubricant out and stripped off his clothes. His cock was at rigid attention, as it had been for hours. He went back to the garage and found that she hadn't stirred. He licked his index finger and traced the line of her pussy lips. No need for lubricant, they were still quite wet! Slowly and carefully he moved the soft vibrator up and down her lips. She stirred in her sleep, spread her legs slightly and reached down to cradle her cunt in her hand. But she still did not awaken. He moved her hand in circles over her clit. She moaned softly. He moved her hand to the side and continued to work the vibrator into her womanhood. The lips parted and accepted the intrusion. Now the dildo was inside her. As he pulled it in and out, her cunt lips shifted in rhythm with the strokes. He turned on the vibrating function. This time she groaned loudly and began to gyrate her hips. His right hand now danced between her nipples and they quickly became rock hard. Her movements became more frenzied. Suddenly she reached for the vibrator with both hands and rammed it in as far as it would go. He turned up the speed to maximum and she went crazy. She was bucking and writhing and moaning. Her body stiffened and she let out a loud scream and came violently. Just as he thought she was done, she rammed the dildo in deep and screamed again and moaned loudly for what seemed like a minute. Finally she collapsed. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "At first I thought it was a dream," she said. "A good dream, I hope." "Oh yes, and you were in it, and in me, and on me." She looked at him slowly, her eyes went down to his penis, which had been dripping for some time now. There was a dark, wet spot on the drivers seat. " We weren't alone." "Say what?" "People were watching us." "Who?" "Let's see, there was that guy from the bar, the two couples from the elevator, our waiter and this young girl I met in the bathroom." "And you weren't embarrassed?" "Oh I was bare assed all right, but somehow it just seemed natural that they were there." "Does this mean you want us to do it in front of a crowd?" "No way, it was just a dream." "Good, I don't know if I'm up for a public performance." "You look like you're up for something," she said as she stroked his dick. "Let's go upstairs. I have something special in mind for you." "You won't have to work too hard. One touch and I'll probably explode right onto the ceiling." She led him to the bedroom where she pulled the blankets completely off the bed. Then she reached into a drawer and pulled out a scarf. "Turn around," she ordered. He faced his back to her and she blindfolded him. "Now lay down. I'll be back in a minute." He stretched out onto the bed. He absent mindedly touched his dick and gave it a few strokes. Whoa, he thought to himself. I think I could come in 5 strokes and I don't want to miss whatever it is she has in store for me. He heard her come back into the room. A minute passed. "Are you there?" he asked. "Yes, I'm here. Now don't ask any more questions or I may have to gag you." "Okay, I won't." "I said be quiet." "Right." "Shut up!" This time he didn't say anything. "Now roll over onto your stomach." He complied, although he did have to adjust his hard dick so it wouldn't break off. "Spread your arms and legs as far as you can. Once again he complied to wishes. She got up on the bed, but didn't touch him. Five minutes passed. He thought he could feel her breath first on his neck, then back, then ass. "What are you doing?" he asked. "One more sound out of you and I get the gag!" He almost answered, but caught himself in time. After another silent five minutes, he felt a light touch on his ankle. It was a feather! She gently stroked every inch of his backside, from head to toe, with special emphasis on his ass and between his legs. He could feel the trail of goose bumps she left on his skin. Again she left the room. She returned shortly and he heard some clicks and then a whirring sound. She was taking movies of him! From what he could tell, she was shooting him from every angle and getting some very personal close ups too. "Roll over," she commanded. He did as he was told. "Now spread your arms and legs out." He felt a soft rope loop around his left wrist. My God, he thought, she's going to tie me up. And she did just that. He never knew she could tie knots so well. His wrists and ankles were tied firmly, but not uncomfortably to the corners of the bed. He was now totally helpless and wasn't sure if he liked the idea. She repeated the same routine. The feather touched every area of his body. His dick was now so erect that it didn't even touch his belly. Then he heard the sound of the video camera as it made it's way all over his helpless, nude body. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He did so. She then climbed above him and he felt a nipple touching his tongue. She slowly alternated nipples on his mouth. "Suck them and make them wet," she said. He blindly worked on one, then the other. She then proceeded to rub her damp and dangling boobs all over his body. Down each arm, up each leg and finally, slowly down his chest, across his belly button and onto his throbbing cock. He let out one loud moan and exploded. He felt cum landing all over his chest and belly. The first spasm even hit him on the chin. She too had his cum on her breasts. She continued to run the nipples all over his chest and belly, spreading the slippery liquid with a slight swishing sound. Then she straddled his chest and rubbed his cum all over her shaved pussy. "Tongue out again," she ordered. And she slowly lowered her cum coated cunt onto his waiting tongue. "Taste your own cum and lick off the mess you made on my pussy." He had no choice but to lap up his own cum, mixed with her familiar pussy juice. Not bad, he thought, a cum cocktail! She writhed above his slithering tongue and pulled and squeezed on her nipples. Within minutes, she moaned loudly, mashed her drenched pussy into his face and came to a crashing orgasm. Just as she started to relax, she felt another tingling in her clit. "Keep licking," she commanded and once again tweaked her nipples. Sure enough another orgasm took her breath away. "Aauugh! That feels sooo good!" she moaned. This time she nearly collapsed. She could feel him squirming under her pussy. He had moved his head to the side, so he could breath. She raised herself and looked down on him. His face was glistening with her juices. She leaned down and kissed him fully. Her tongue darted into and out of his mouth, she licked the liquid from his nose, chin and cheeks. She continued to lick all over his chest, cleaning up the cum she had spread with her boobs. She was starting to feel sticky, so she went to the bathroom and got a washcloth. She got it wet and wrung out the excess water. With the damp cloth, she wiped herself clean and went back to her captive husband. She carefully wiped his face, chest, belly and dick. She took extra time on his prick, which was still hard. She gently cleaned the head, which was oozing either the remains of his last ejaculation, or the beginnings of his next one. Then she got an idea. She went into the bathroom and gathered what she needed. "Lift your butt off the bed," she told him. When he did so, she slipped a towel under him. "Now just lay back and relax." She took the wet washcloth and moistened his entire crotch area, then she rubbed a bar of soap all over the same spot. After that, she rubbed the soap into a full and slippery lather. "Now we can be twins!" she said as she started shaving his pubic hair. "You'd better hold very still and be totally quiet, I wouldn't want to give you any nicks!" She was very careful, knowing how sensitive his balls were, to avoid any chance of cutting him. It was all he could do to keep from squirming under her touch. The first few strokes of the razor pulled at his long pubic hair and even hurt a bit. But as she continued, the feeling of that much close attention to his balls and crotch became more and more erotic. So he just laid back and enjoyed the tender ministrations from his wife. She completed her task and wiped him clean. Now it was his turn to feel the new sensations of a previously protected region. She gently blew on his balls. They contracted as his dick stiffened. "It's time for skin on skin," she said. And she carefully squatted on his erect member. Ever so slowly, she took his dick into the warm folds of her vagina. He groaned as their bare skin met. Abruptly she pulled her pussy off his rock hard prick. "I almost forgot the after pictures." And the camera whirred away. Then, with the camera still in her hands, she re-mounted him. She shot close ups of her pussy lips accepting his rigid cock. The camera recorded the slurping sounds of their well lubricated sex. Their bare crotches reddened as they rubbed hungrily against each other. Soon she had to put down the camera. Now she was free to grind against her lover. His hips rose and sank in rhythm with her motions. She rose until the head of his dick was poised at her wet opening, then rammed it home as deeply as she could. Again and again and again. Since both had come multiple times already, this bump and grind session lasted longer. His groans, her moans and the squishing sounds merged into a long slow buildup to a peak neither had never reached before. The pace got quicker, the noises louder. She leaned forward slightly, to change the angle of penetration and to lower her bouncing tits toward his face. He strained his neck to reach the bouncing globes. They smacked his face wetly as his saliva was spread on her nipples. She loved the feeling and slapped his face harder with her swinging boobs. They began to grunt in unison: "Unh, unh, unh." Then they both went over the edge into screaming orgasm. They both yelled out loud as their bodies stiffened and were rocked by huge orgasms. They continued to pound and scream for what seemed like minutes. Finally she collapsed on to of him. Their mingled come soaked their still connected bald parts. It was at least ten minutes of deep breathing and resting before either could move. When she tried to roll off him, she found that they were stuck together. Slowly, she pulled away. The skin stretched taut, then popped apart. "Good thing we both shaved, or that would have hurt!" They both laughed. "Do you think you could untie me now?" "Sure, just let me get one more picture. This time with the Polaroid." She actually took two shots and then untied him. "My turn now," he said, "Lay down on the bed." "Whatever you say master." "Master? Let's save that title for another time." He took three Polaroid shots of her. One lying on her back with her hand covering her pussy, one exposing her shaved cunt and the third was a close up of her exposed lips. Just as he prepared to take the third shot, a dribble of cum leaked out of her pussy and onto her ass. "Oooh, an action shot," he said as he recorded the drip on film. Then they took a long, slow, soapy shower together. Their sex organs were hypersensitive from so much use, so they had to be very gentle. They had just enough energy to get their teeth brushed and into bed. They enjoyed a quick kiss and exchange of "I love you's" before falling into a long and relaxing sleep. When they awoke in the morning, both reached down to their respective crotches to see if what they thought had happened the night before actually did. They looked at each other and chuckled. "Last night was amazing," he said. "It was almost like you were another person, you were so horny and sexy." "Let's just say you discovered another side of me." "I certainly hope to see more of that side in the future," he responded. "Oh, you will. Last night was too much fun to never do again." THE END (or the beginning?)