by Adrian Whitmore
(3/7/01)

One evening, when she emerged naked from the master bath, I noticed there
was
something distinctly different about my wife, Karen. It took a moment to
dawn on
me what it was. After being together for many years, the last four
married, it
became clear to me that I had grown a little too complacent seeing her
naked.
I'd thought I knew every curve and freckle. It was a pleasant surprise
then,
even a little shocking, to realize that she'd shaved her pubic hair
completely
off. She'd done no tentative thinning, no sculpturing, just made herself
perfectly bare and smooth. The familiar dark triangle between her legs was
gone,
revealing a sensual, divided bulb.
I hadn't asked her to do it. In fact, the thought hadn't even occurred to
me.
What her inspiration or motivation might have been, I don't know and
haven't
asked. But it was clear that she'd suddenly revealed something new about
herself
to me -- something mysterious, and even a little naughty.
There are moments that any long-term relationship is built upon. We share
little incidents of revelation and discovery that shake up the old patterns of daily life and remind us why we stay together. But at that particular
moment, I wasn't reflecting on our past intimacy. I was just focused on seeing her
vagina, unobstructed and raw, for the first time. It was like I was seeing my wife
truly naked for the first time.
Our usual foreplay often includes oral sex, but on that night oral sex was
the whole of our foreplay. Her pleasure became my pleasure. She wanted to
display herself to me and I wanted to see it all. It was a simple thing, but it
was so erotic to both of us that we skipped the preliminaries. She leaned back
on a pillow at the edge of the bed, lifted, spread and held her legs apart. I
kneeled down to view and explore a new world.
It was a lovely new world. The delicate pink folds lay invitingly between
mounds
of soft skin, in their unashamed detail, previously unseen beneath the
curling
fur of a mature woman. Was that it? Was it some primitive urge of my
bygone
youth, some genetic male desire for tender virginal pussy that made this
so
appealing? I don't know. There was just something about the cleanness of
her,
the smooth texture. The thought of touching, tasting and fucking her bald
wet
cunt made me ravenous and very hard there on my knees beside the bed.
I parted her pussy lips gently with my index finger and found her already
glistening and slick inside. I leaned closer and used my tongue to stroke
the
firm nub of her clitoris. She turned from a pale pink to a more fiery red,
her
entire vagina blushing and puffy. Sure, I'd seen porno shots of shaved
women,
but this was the real thing right in front of me. Actually having a woman
before
you, her legs open and inviting, her most intimate self warm and wanting
you, is
an entire mind-body experience nothing else can match. She gently moaned
as I
pressed my tongue harder against her and pushed my chin firmly between the
soft,
wet flower of her crotch. This was eating pussy, in all its soft, sticky
glory,
and I loved it.
She grew increasingly wet. I pulled away a moment to rub her clit with my
finger,
churning the creamy, white froth inside and around her swollen pussy. I
continued to circle with one finger as I slipped another inside her,
rubbing
both the upper and lower portions of her cunt. In a short while, she
gasped and
contracted with a shiver, bringing her legs back together and holding them
at
the knees. I stopped and let the wave of climax flow over her.
She'd told me that an oral or masturbation climax for her is not as
intense, but
they seem more so to me because I do not feel them the same way as when
penetrating her. Maybe it's because I'm not as preoccupied with my own
pleasure
but, when I'm really down there, my face, tongue and fingers near her and
inside
her, I can better feel her orgasm. I can feel her tighten and flood with
her own
sort of cum, I can see the goosebumps on her butt and legs, I can look up
at
the swollen peaks of her nipples and feel her shivers more intensely. That
night, there seemed nothing between us, a change I could have
hardly
imagined by her simple act of shaving. It seemed to remove another
physical
barrier between us and make us more intimate.
I stood up, slightly bent at the knees. She spread herself for me again as
I
touched my now semi-erect cock between her legs. I rubbed the tip of it
inside her
wet folds as I grew harder, leaned down and took a pert nipple into my
mouth.
She closed her eyes. I eased up and back, slipped my rigid cock inside
her, up
to the base, until my belly rubbed her pubic bone and my balls pressed
against
her bottom. I could look down and actually see her pussy lips moving back
and
forth with my cock. I could pull out slowly until her suction would
falter, then
shove my swollen head and shaft back inside.
It wasn't long before this passionate lovemaking became serious banging.
She
started groaning, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder!" That's when a man
becomes
little more than a machine, pounding himself back and forth, enjoying
every
minute, but trying desperately not to come. It was hardly a disappointment,
however, when finally I couldn't hold myself back and the hot bursts shot
from
my cock inside the unseen, wet space between her legs. I was so excited
that
night that one orgasm wasn't enough to deflate my erection. If anything,
the
thought of fucking her naked, cum-filled pussy made me even more horny and
I
kept going. From above her, I could see my dick move in and out, now
covered in
slick, white-gray cum, and her cunt was incredibly slick. I could feel the cum
run
down my balls and we fucked this way for quite some time before my second
ejaculation left me literally weak in the knees.
It's wonderful to find I can continuously rediscover the woman I married.
Just
when I think I know her preferences and limitations, she surprises me with
something new.
Since then, Karen has routinely kept herself shaved. Given the effort
involved,
I feel safe to suspect she likes it that way and, honestly, so do I. I
won't go
so far as to say this will improve everyone's lovemaking, but it did ours.
If
you think you know what your partner looks like naked and you've become a
little
too complacent about it as I had, a little time with a razor is an
inexpensive
and temporary way to really shake things up and see your partner in a
whole new way.