Gail awoke Saturday morning feeling very contented as thoughts of the prior evening ran through her mind. Bill was already up and not in the bedroom or bath. She decided to take a shower and was soon under the spray. Her soapy hands went to her DD breasts as Gail reflected on Bill's lust for them. He was just as obsessed with her breasts and nipples as ever. His words and behavior during the prior evening had left no doubt about that.
Her hands moved to her ass. As she touched herself she pressed and grabbed her left ass cheek feeling for soreness. Bill had grabbed and held a handful of her ass very hard as he'd pounded into her. It had been a little painful but very erotic. He'd never handled her so roughly and she'd loved being fucked so hard. Not feeling any bruises she was almost disappointed and smiled at how far her mind had come. She was still barely knowledgeable about sex and yet she longed for a morning after souvenir of her husband's lust. To be saddened by the absence of a bruise was at best odd and perhaps even perverted. Did she want her sex to that rough?
Of course, had there been a bruise it wouldn't have been her fault; she'd been helpless and at the mercy of her lust-filled husband. He'd had a right to be rough; she'd not been much of a sex partner during their five years of marriage. Things would be different. She reflected on having given her first hand job and smiled at her ability to give Bill pleasure. Putting her mouth on his cock would be the next step. Now that she'd touched him and tasted his semen having his cock in her mouth didn't seen too daunting. In fact, she was looking forward to trying it. With continued experimentation she'd learn how to keep him sated.
Gail remembered Bill's talk of trimming her pubic hair and her hands instinctively moved to that area. Her fingers trailed through the hair on her Venus Mound. She tried to visualize shorter hair and a smaller triangle of hair defined by shaving the areas near her natural hair line. Bill hadn't given her a choice; he'd simply told her how he intended to trim and shave her. That was hot.
Gail got a little more shower gel and her right hand returned to fondle her breasts- first sliding over the left and then moving to the right. It felt especially good to caress them with the slippery gel. Her breasts were very large- almost obscene- on her trim body. She'd had countless men staring at them over the years no matter how conservatively she dressed. While embarrassing to have strangers ogling her it was also an ego boost. Her breasts were unquestionably the best part of her body but the rest was also well shaped and very fit. She was proud of her body and intended to capitalize more on its beauty in her love life.
In essence, that had been her therapist's advice. Wear tighter clothes and sexier lingerie. Get educated on sex and explore your partner's body. That had been Mona's directive and Gail had complied. So far she was more than pleased with the results.
Her palms slid over her large nipples. She shivered slightly as the contact aroused her. Bringing her fingertips to her erect nubs she recalled Bill's praise of them during his exploration the prior night. He'd said her nipples were bigger and bolder than those of the women in his video. When erect they stood a half inch tall; even at rest they were probably a quarter inch. She loved to touch them but had always assumed they were average. She hadn't known her nipples were bigger than most and was thrilled that Bill thought they were special. Perhaps he'd touch and suck on them more often. They were always sensitive and welcomed attention. In fact, they were like 'on' switches to the nerves in her pussy. If Bill didn't know that she'd have to wake him up.
In the privacy of their home she'd have to tease Bill more with tighter tops and thinner bras. Letting his mouth water as her breasts bounced in front of him covered only by a thin tee could become a frequent evening activity. She'd never worn anything thin enough to show nipple bumps but she'd read that men loved that look. She'd have to shop for a sheer bra and tight tee for Bill's at home pleasure. A little teasing should help get his lust motor going so he'd perhaps grab her, throw her onto the bed and ravish his horny wife. That's how she wanted their evenings to go.
After her shower Gail dressed in one of her new nude color demi-bras with matching panties. The bra left the upper third of her large breasts exposed and was made of a satiny fabric. The panties were of the same fabric cut in a bikini style. Gail thought the high cut legs of the panties made her legs look longer and sexier. The lingerie wasn't risqué but it was far sexier than she'd ever worn for a Saturday morning. Gail smiled at the thought that she was showing more breast than most women had to show if they were topless. Even though her bra wasn't cut too low her flesh seemed to be sitting on a shelf- nicely displayed for her man's pleasure. Bill walked into the bedroom just as she had finished putting on the lingerie. Gail hesitated but then in keeping with what she thought of as 'the new woman' she'd become, pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out. "This is one of my new lingerie sets. I thought it was time to dress like a big girl and not a middle schooler. What do you think?"
"I think you look great. With those breasts I don't think anybody would confuse you with an adolescent. I'm sure we can buy you even sexier bras but what you're wearing makes your breasts very inviting." Bill stepped closer, lowered his face to the exposed breast flesh and nuzzled against it. He pressed his face between her breasts and then kissed the mound of each breast. On withdrawing his face a little he said, "I think I'm seeing more of your breasts than I've ever seen in the daylight. As always, they're spectacular. I'd love to take the bra off and see the rest but I know that's not in keeping with today's exploration schedule."
"No, it's not. I have to go to the cleaners and grocery store this morning. My exploration of you follows those demands of real life. Shall we say 11 o'clock?"
"Okay. I need to cut the lawn. Then I have to go to the drugstore to buy an electric hair trimmer and some feminine shaving cream for my exploration session. I'll meet you right here at 11."
Gail blushed. "I guess you were serious last night about my pubic hair. I have shaving cream for my legs. We don't need any more."
"I was looking on the Internet this morning. It's probably just marketing hype but there's special feminine shave cream for the pubic area and some cream to apply afterwards to minimize irritation. I wanted to buy those. Besides, you don't have an electric hair trimmer and I thought that would be a good thing to have for today and for the future to keep your hair trimmed- unless you'd rather have it all shaved. That's my first choice. I was trying to be considerate to not push you on that right away."
"You've apparently given quite a bit of thought to my pubic hair; obviously, more than I have. I thought my hair was okay in its natural state but I'll admit it has gotten a bit bushy. You've convinced me that a trim would be good. I've never thought about being nude down there. Let me get used to having less hair; then we'll see."
"That's what I had in mind; we'll take it slowly. But we need to have an understanding. You said you wanted me to take more control of our sex life. I view your pubic hair as part of that so whether you have hair and how much are not subject to a vote. I'll decide and you'll cooperate. That includes waxing or electronic hair removal. We'll do limited shaving for now and perhaps shave all or most off in the future. I'll decide. In any case for the longer term I intend on looking into more permanent solutions and I'll expect you to follow my direction."
"Oh. So after decades of women getting more rights and greater equality my rights are getting smaller."
"I'm not taking away your right to think for yourself and be equal in everything-except in our sex life. When it comes to sex we'll each learn much more about sex and we'll have a better sex life. Once we have some knowledge and experience in the bedroom you'll do as you're told. Obviously, I want to hear your opinions and what feels good or bad in bed but if I choose to have your pussy waxed your role is to go to the salon and come home smooth and hairless. If I want you to dress a particular way or perform a certain sex act you'll submit to my wishes. You said you wanted me to be more of a dominant lover. If so, our life in the bedroom is not a democracy and you'll do as I decide. Yes or No? Is that what you want?"
