We had a bit of a tiff this afternoon when my wife told me she decided not to shave her pussy until after she meets WarDaddy. I told her this wouldn’t do, as I would be disappointed. She said again that she didn’t thin a 20-something-year-old would be interested in a woman with a shaven pussy—that was my hang-up.
I told her to ask him if he had a preference, and she said she didn’t give a fuck what he wants. He was lucky to get anything. She would shave for me now, and so she did. Crisis averted. I told her it was less about the shaving than the let down.
Later that evening, she interrupted chatting with him and told him she had to fuck me but she’d be back. I ate her freshly shaven pussy—the best kind, I might add—, and then we fucked old-school. When I was ready to cum, I told her I wanted to cum in her mouth—she said OK—, but I continued saying I didn’t want to stop fucking her bare pussy. I didn’t stop, and I came.
She went back to chatting, telling him about out time together and reminding him what she has in store for him next week. The plan is for them to meet at a hotel near here. She will leave the house at 4 PM and return by 8 PM with a little room for leeway, but that’s for another time.