“Do you need help?” I repeated, in as neutral a voice as I could manage.
Frustrated, she admitted that she did. On the condition that I behaved myself. “And don’t get weird,” she commanded. “This isn’t a sex thing!”
It did seem odd that she couldn’t manage this on her own, so I wasn’t entirely sure of her motives. But I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get naked with her in the shower, all wet and slippery, and run my hands over her most intimate areas. Even if I did have to try to be on my best behaviour. I stripped and got into the shower with her, knelt at her feet, turning the water off since it was spraying straight into my eyes. I was spending about 90% of my brainpower trying to stop my cock springing to attention. My eyes were mere inches from her pussy. I asked her to lift her leg, so I could access the area, while I completed what she’d started. I held the skin taut as I drew the razor across, removing wisps of hair from her lips, being oh so gentle so as not to nick her soft flesh. She turned the spray back on, holding the shower head low so I could rinse off the razor.
She watched me work. I maintained a professional manner throughout, despite overwhelming temptation. Her smooth skin, so touchable, under my fingertips, inches from my face. Surely she could feel my eyes burning into that sensitive flesh, now revealed in all its glory? It wouldn’t take much, just a small leaning over, and my tongue could dance over her…
“All done,” I said. “Here, let me rinse you off.” I took the shower head and began to sweep some stray bristles from her skin. The effect on her was electric, her eyes bugged out and mouth dropped open.
“Oh, my god…” she said. “That feels…” And she snatched the shower from my hand and took over, directing the water straight at her shaved pussy, grabbing the head and switching to the pulse setting. Water blasting and pounding her clit, her legs started to shake and her eyes rolled back.
I stood, spooning her from behind, as she quivered and moaned. My cock slithered into the crack of her ass, and I held her round the waist, my other hand grabbing at her slick tits, as she looked back at me over her shoulder. I leant in and we kissed, tongues tangling, as the water pressure brought her closer. “Feel,” she begged, pulling my hand down to her newly smooth skin. My fingers explored her, not afraid any more of her reaction, sliding deep inside her warmth and then stroking over her bare lips and through them to her clit. In moments, the torrent of weather blasted her over the edge, and I took her weight as the orgasm crashed through her.
Once her legs could support her again, she smiled at me, then pressed down on my shoulders. I kissed my way down her wet naked body, caressing her full breasts on my way to my final destination. My mouth explored her, the incredible sensation of baby soft skin rather than hair. I sucked her lips, burrowed my tongue into her, with her pussy still twitching from the end of the orgasm. I sucked at her, looking up into her eyes, seeing the love returned in hers.
Presently, she beckoned me back up. “Your turn,” she said, and knelt in my place, taking the soap in hand, and working it over my cock and balls. Slowly, gently, she shaved me – shaft, pelvis, sack – until I was also as smooth and hairless as she was. I have never been so hard, her face that close to me, her hands caressing me.
“Please,” I begged, and saw her smile. Without a word, without taking her eyes off mine, she began to kiss the base of my cock, sliding her lips along my shaft, licking along the flesh she had revealed. She purred as she explored me with her mouth. By the time she slid her lips over my tip, I was already leaking. But she didn’t care, for once. She made love to my dick with her mouth, kissing and licking and sucking me all over, taking my balls gently into her mouth and rolling them oh so carefully on her tongue.
“You feel so different,” she said between slurps. “And you look fucking massive!” She slid her mouth over me, down and down, until I caught in the back of her throat. She pulled my hands into her hair, knowing I couldn’t stop myself… I fucked her face, pulling her over me, forcing those final inches down her throat, watching her eyes bug and water as her lips splayed round the root of me, with no more left to give her. I felt her push out her tongue and lick my balls with my cock buried completely in her mouth and throat.
“God, I love you,” I said, releasing her head. She slid back, smiling around my dick, as she wrapped her first round my base.
“Show me,” she said, beating me off, pointing my cock at her pretty face.
“I’m so close,” I warned her.
“I should hope so,” she said, lifting her wet tits with her spare hand. “Do it baby. Mess me up!”
My balls needed no further encouragement, and I jerked rope after rope of thick sticky cum all over my beautiful horny wife’s face and tits.
“Yeah, that’s it babe. Come for me! Give it to me!”
I just came and came, legs trembling but still just about taking my weight. She slowed the pace on my dick as the semen flow subsided and I started to soften. She got back on her feet and stood before me, my cum still running down her cheeks and over her heavy breasts. My face fell to hers and we kissed again, lips locked and tongues dancing, as we used the hose to clean her off.
She dragged me out of the shower back into the bedroom and pushed me backwards onto the bed.
“I thought you said this wasn’t a sex thing?” I mocked her.
“Shut up and eat me,” she demanded, squatting over my face, and lowering that freshly shaved pussy back onto my mouth. Hungrily I reached for her and took the smooth flesh back between my lips. She leant forward and took my dick back into her own mouth, licking and sucking me back to attention.
“God, it feels so good, not choking on your damn pubes,” she said, slathering my dick with her saliva, feasting on my cock in a way she hadn’t since we first met. We should have shaved each other years ago, I thought.
When I was hard and ready again, she climbed off, crawled on all fours across the bed and looked at me over her shoulder. “Come on then, what are you waiting for? If this is our last chance for a few months, make it good. Fuck me ’til I can’t walk!”
I didn’t need telling twice. Standing behind her, I plunged my cock inside her, to the hilt, grabbed her hips and pounded her doggie-style, feeling our shaved skin rub against each other, a wonderful new sensation of softness, the sense of touch heightened.
We were still making love as the sun came up, slower paced but unable to stop touching each other. It would indeed be the last time for a long time.
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We went through a private hospital for the hysterectomy, so that it was done faster and she’d have a more comfortable recovery. But it meant total abstinence from sex for six to eight weeks, the surgeon explained, all apologetic. And, slightly embarrassed, he explained that included anal sex.
I had to laugh. Even six to eight months wouldn’t be a challenge based on our current batting average. Other than that wild shower session, it was possibly two years since we’d had any kind of penetrative sex. Anal? You must be kidding.