A Night to Themselves 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."