They sat and read. Each had their own book. The house was silent except for the occasional page turn. She read on and on. She felt him looking at her. She looked up from the page she had just been reading. She stared at him without speaking, waiting for him to speak.
"Have you ever shaved your cunt?" he asked her boldly.
It did not cross her mind as odd or peculiar as she answered him, "Yes. I haven't done it in awhile."
"May I do it for you?"
"Yeah, sure. Right now?"
"Yes, I will get everything ready and call you over." he told her.
She pretended to read as she saw him walk past her with a clean towel. A large bowl full of water. A chair. Shaving cream. A new razor. Finally, he said, "I am ready. Are you?"
"Yes." She replied and stood to follow him into their bedroom.
"Take your panties off and put your ass at the foot of our bed. Spread your legs and put your feet on my shoulders." He commanded.
She felt shy taking off her panties and following all his orders, but she did as she was told.
Once she was on the bed, he squeezed her thighs, rubbed her clit and looked her in the eyes and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, absolutely." She whispered.
He began to "prep her" as he said. He cleaned her cunt and applied shaving cream to her lips. He pressed down on her clit with his thumb and moved his hand to grab the razor.
She held her breath as he moved closer to her with the blades. He slowly brought the razor down and in a very small motion moved against her hairs. After a small swipe he picked up the blade and rinsed it in the bowl of warm water he had brought in.