When I awoke on Sunday morning, Marge was still nestled up to me, breathing softly. I had my usual morning hard-on and felt an urgent need to piss. I disentangled myself and made my way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. It was apparent that Marge had been up sometime during the night, my clothing was carefully folded and placed on the dirty clothes hamper and there was a towel laying on the counter next to the wash basin.
After I had emptied my bladder, I stepped to the washstand and dashed some cold water on my face and rinsed my mouth with some of her mouthwash. When I used her towel to dry my face, I could smell the mixture of our mutual cum on it. The odor was intoxicating and I found my prick responding, to stand away slightly, from my groin. At that precise moment, Marge came into the bathroom behind me. Throwing her arms around my waist, she hugged me to her body.
"My god, Pete, last night was the most fabulous feeling for me," she said. I turned in her arms to embrace her. "Don't squeeze me, lover," she giggled. "I've got to pee and you're liable to squeeze it out of me." We released each other and she sat down in the toilet, immediately releasing a flood.
For the first time I got a good look at her nude. Her skin appeared to be flawless, her small, coral tipped breasts had not the slightest hint of sag. She caught sight of my half erect cock and as I watched, her nipples enlarged and became distended. She reached out and took hold of my prick.
"You're such a beautiful thing," she said softly, speaking directly to it. "Ooo, look at you! You're growing so big and strong!"
"What did you, expect, dear? He hasn't been so happy in such a long time," I replied.
She released my cock and, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, wiped her pussy dry. "Pete, why don't you have any hair around your...you know...prick?" I had forgotten that both Jane and I had always shaved our genitals, thinking it made us feel sexier.
I explained this to Marge and she asked, "Will you shave me too?"
I laughed, "Of course, my love, if you want."
"I want," she replied.
"But right now, I need my morning coffee. I really can't function without it."
"Good," I said, "That makes two of us then I'll shave your beautiful pussy. Okay?"
Without bothering with any clothing, we went to the kitchen, where Marge started the coffee maker and poured each of us a glass of orange juice. "We need our vitamin C if we're going to carry on like last night." When the coffee was ready, we sat across the table from one another, sipping the hot brew. I got my cigarettes from the living room and we smoked with our coffee.
"You know, Marge, you've got the nicest tits. I really like them and I love to suck those gorgeous nipples." She frowned at me. "I hope you're not kidding me. Hank always said my tits were too small...wanted me to get implants."
"No, no," I replied. "I really do like smaller tits. Besides, what I can't get in my mouth is just wasted."
"Well, while we're on compliments, you've got the most talented cock. It's just the right size and it feels so good. I can't wait to put it to good use again."
"Well, first, we're going to shave your beautiful pussy."
We had decided that the kitchen table would be a good place for the 'operation' and Marge retrieved her 'Lady Gillette' and shave cream, along with a towel, from her bathroom. We cleared the table and she climbed up on it to lay on her back, her legs spread for me. Using her kitchen shears, I trimed as much as I could, leaving just a stubble for the razor to remove. I shook the shaving cream can and then squirted a blob of lather onto my hand and began massaging it into the remains of her sparse bush. "Oooo, Pete, that feels nice," she murmured. "If you keep that up much longer I'm going to cum."
