Oh! Damn, be careful? - I moaned irritably. Damn, I stole to read this ad. Curiosity killed the cat, as people say, and my indefatigable curiosity and thirst for new adventures brought this to them - oh. I do not like to get a haircut, fluffy and shaggy I like to walk much more. But no, I am lying here on my back, spreading my legs wide apart and scolding my husband for nothing. Her husband, of course, on the heroic torment of his wife in FIG. He put a pillow under my thighs, which he covered with a large terry towel, armed with a razor, shaving foam and asked with a sly smile — is it convenient for you, dear? Do not twitch, relax?

Pshik, pshik - hiss foam. Why, you will relax here when you begin to drive a razor along the gentle crotch folds. Here any “expensive” panic will start, what to say about me. Although for my bosom friends this procedure is common. Comfortably and stylishly, they spoke alone. Glamor and hygiene - soothed others, but I didn’t decide how to put my pussy under such a test. And why the hell is this a question, is this style and glamor me? If there is no lover. And the husband, the dragon, that is the boatswain, plots open spaces of the world ocean for six months and more. As a result: work, home, children-week flew by, the weekend is the opposite: children, house, mother, and on Monday “our song is good, start at the beginning”. Just a minute, something deviated from the topic, oh, it didn’t take me easy, not in that steppe.

Calm, only calm, - I inspire myself and switch all attention to her husband. The pink tip of his tongue peeking out from under his dark mustache. Fearing injury and damage to his and my invaluable property, he diligently plays the role of an intimate barber.

- Why are you taking so long? I am tired of lying in such a position - I am capricious, but I don’t stir, it will suddenly cut off the most important detail.

- Beauty requires sacrifice! - jokes a mustache. By the way, this was your idea to find a married couple to try sex together. I’ve almost finished, now I’m wiping with a wet towel and bring a mirror, you can see where you need to fix it, - the husband is already seriously answering.

- This is in no way climbs. Well, sassy. My idea? - I'm slowly boiling. And who supported her? Who photos exchanged? Who sent messages and made an appointment? - continuing to boil with righteous indignation, I ask questions.

“My dear, don't start up and see what a haircut I have done to your pussy,” my husband soothed me, stretching the mirror.

- Mm? I have no words. Well, what kind of folk art? - I ask mustache, evaluating the fruits of his labor. The sight of my pussy struck me, everything is not as sad as it could be. Neatly shaved wrinkles looked very appetizing, the plump legs of the plump lips hid the clitoris, and the lack of hair on them reminded me of the tender age of 12-14 years. I looked up higher ... The husband began to retreat into the depths of the room, holding his hands in front protection. I understood, wretch, that now a pillow will fly into him.

“My dear, at first I wanted to shave the heart out, then the sign of Victoria (victory), in the end nothing came out and settled on this very optimal variant,” her husband spread his arms helplessly to the sides.

“Idiot, you would have depicted a maple leaf,” the pillow turned up under the arm in time.

- Oh! Now the husband dodges a cannonade of pillows, running around the room.

- Do you speak this variant? I look in the mirror, trying to imagine what the remaining hair bushes look like. It doesn't pull a bunch of dill, it looks more like a shred of grass with a trimmed lawn mower, I develop my imagination further, the bristles of an old clothes brush, which I threw out the other day because of its incompetence, my imagination dried out. I look closely at my husband, wondering in order to say something more offensively-snide ... It has changed, sometimes it’s still useful to keep a close look at my husband!

- Did you try to shave off your mustache? - I burst out laughing.Without a mustache, his expression is boyishly defenseless, ridiculous, due to a deformed thin upper lip.

“Go to the bathhouse, no longer give in to provocations, dear,” I realized that the thunderstorm had passed and it was sunny on the horizon, the mustache grumbled mildly. When I shaved them off, at your request, you laughed for a week and said paste back, and the younger son called me uncle. No, dismiss and do not think again to do such nonsense! By the way, can we end the debate and debate about haircuts and shaving and start getting ready? If you are not impressed with my hairdressing talents, then let's shave off all the remaining hair?

Haha three times. No, thank you, not worth it. The remaining hairs I will not give offense! I get out of bed and with my head held high, wagging my hips, I go to the shower. How do you like that? I turn around, noticing the lustful eyes and the whiskers sticking to the side, like a cancer. Yeah liked it? Can you rub your back in about five minutes !? - slowly, reluctantly, I pull up, throw back my hair on my back and hide in the bathroom.

In the bathroom I relax, from lying on my back for a long time in an uncomfortable position, the body is numb and responded gratefully to the warm trickles of water. With smooth, lazy-slow hand movements, I massage and gently rub with a sponge and wash my shoulders, chest, stomach ... My head, the smell of my favorite peach shampoo ... Thoughts flew away in an unknown direction, how good it is not to think about anything, or where not to rush. but just stand under the silver streams of water, enjoying their warmth.

- Is the back already rubbed? - returned from heaven to earth the voice of her husband.

- To the devils took you - I wanted to blurt out in a temper. I wash off the shampoo, wipe my eyes and look blankly at my husband. Dressed in a T-shirt and lightweight home shorts, under which the hillock of an excited member loomed, he shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for approval from my side. Caring, affectionate, kind, gentle ... Patiently indulging the whims of his wife. Well, how can he refuse?

- It's time to rub your back, where are you so late? - I drag him into the shower. This turn, from the wife of a bitch, he did not expect. No, I am not touchy, but today was wound up, slightly evil, worried about the upcoming meeting with the unknown, stretched like a spring, which at any moment may fail. While the mustache snorts and spits from the water, I pick up the hair and pick it up at the back of my head with a hairpin pin. The husband puffs diligently, rubbing a washcloth with his other hand, with the other hand holding his thigh, so as not to falter and fall, God forbid. I put my hands on the tile, the lepotas, the disturbing thoughts for some time left my subconscious mind again. Warmly cozy, gentle playful hands ...

Wait a minute, and where by the way are these gentle playful hands of her husband? It is worth even a second to relax, lose control of reality and hello - come! But what difference does it make where? A delightful anticipation of gentle mating, under silver streams, draws a charming picture in the head. Excitement spreads through the body in hot waves, striving down to the thighs, to the little delicate pearl of the female nature. I release the mind from unnecessary problems and float along these hot waves of anticipation, surrender myself to the power of able strong and gentle hands, enjoy the tedious moment of rising to the top of the wave, in order to then rapidly burst the surf of the surf and drag away into the distance ...

The unusual thrill of touching the shaved folds and bashfulness disappeared, dissolved by the forgotten elusive shadow, giving way to growing lust. The flushed chest cools the tile, and my husband, kneeling down, greedily and demandingly caresses my ass and pussy. Strong hands stroke the buttocks and thighs, the tongue slides along the perineum up and down, moisturizing the already wet and excited flesh. Up down. I breathe intermittently, hold back and don't let the moans break free, I look forward to when he finally stops testing me and staying at least for a couple of minutes at one of two points. But his tongue still continues to travel along the route from point A to point B.I wag my hips, otpyryvayu ass, shaking from the tension, but do not give up, I do not beg, I myself am surprised at such stubborn obstinacy and keep quiet. Ah, my husband's tongue ...