Here are some quick details about us for those who don't know about me and my loving wife. I'm about 6' tall, Caucasian, and in reasonably good shape with a decent sized chest and arms but I'm not huge. My Vietnamese wife, Thuy, is drop dead gorgeous. She's now 33 and I'm the only lover she's ever had as she was brought up in an ultra-conservative catholic home where religion was sexually a big deterrent for her and her sisters. Her mother constantly told her wild girls go to hell, sex for fun was a sin and don't trust men as they biologically are incapable of controlling their urges. Her father left her mother for another woman shortly after they moved to the US. She had been born a couple of years before her mother and father married.
If you wanted to picture her naked, she has very dark straight hair, just a little past her shoulders, she's 4'10 about 95lbs possibly 100lb, in great shape but far from the point of just being muscle and bone; she has wonderful soft curves. Did I mention for such a petite girl she has large melons? She's about a 33C which on her little body is very large. Thank goodness, she keeps everything concealed in old-fashioned clothing including granny bras that hide her wonderful shape well. If she didn't I'd have had 50 more guys to compete with when I was trying to date her.
We had a very long and slow courtship and to say the least and I've never pushed her boundaries. We never had anything close to wild sex before although we make love relatively frequently. Very recently though something changed dramatically. We had our 5-year anniversary and she seems hell bent on pleasing me in every way. She already pleased the hell out of me in bed and in our relationship as she takes incredible care of me. She has plenty of time to do the wonderful things she does for me as she volunteers a few hours a day 3 days a week at a not for profit. I'm not rich but we do well enough because I have a good paying job and we are reasonably frugal.
Wednesday, I got a call at 5:30 AM from someone visiting our Virginia office. They were in a panic as the president of our company was visiting and they couldn't print the notes for the local execs. I have a good team working for me but whenever an exec needs something they always call me as I'm the head of the department and I've been there for several years. I figured out they were on the visitor wireless network and once they connected to the right wireless network, they were printing. I worked out hard and took a good quick shower. It was almost 7am and fortunately my wife had fallen back to sleep. She had been doing so much for me I turned off the alarm before it went off so she wouldn't wake up to make me breakfast. I kissed her forehead and headed off to work.
The air was already heavy due to the humidity. I got a call just as I pulled into my parking spot. Thuy was concerned I went off to work without breakfast or lunch. I told her not to worry as I'd grab a granola bar or two from the vending machine and grab a salad in the cafeteria at lunch.
"Ohh," she sighed sounding distressed like I was going to suffer without the usual pampering. She makes me laugh, not to belittle all she does for me but imagines our cafeteria is some sort of prison hall. She does spoil me rotten and while I sometimes feel guilty about it, if I try to stop her she gets very upset, despite my best intentions. I thanked her for her concern; we said our goodbyes just as I swiped my badge in the elevator.
Today I had to help a few execs (the same ones as always) who had trouble with their sound or video in Zoom. I didn't mind and most of the execs are very appreciative. I never put them down and tell them their job isn't to worry about tech stuff; that is why my team is there. I'm very introverted so I'm not normally good with people but for whatever reason my style works with them and I get very nice bonuses every year after the peer reviews. After that was done I focused on the big picture stuff.
The AC pretty much shuts off at 5PM in our building so I was already starting to perspire by 5:30. I walked to my car about 6PM and it was staggeringly humid and hot. I was pouring sweat even though it was just a short walk. It was one of those days where you dry off from the shower and are all wet just a minute later. I rolled down the windows hoping it would help me dry off on the way home but it was brutal and I was still dripping.
Thuy greeted me at the door wearing just her nice soft t-shirt I got for her when I went to our Raleigh office. She had the central air on and it felt so good. She handed me a tall glass of nice cool water. I took a good-sized sip and she took it from my hands and put it on the counter. She pulled me down by the neck, kissed me on the lips and said, "Let's get you out of that uncomfortable outfit. She didn't even let me get through the kitchen and she had my shirt up. I took off my shirt as she untied my shoes, pulling the laces way out. I felt spoiled every time she did this as I usually just kick off my shoes still laced up. Once she got my shoes off, she pulled off my socks and tucked them into the shoes. She then undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. She pulled them down and told me to lift my legs so she could get them off of me. I felt like a toddler when she undressed me sometimes but she does make me laugh when she does it.
She folded my pants and put my clothes in a neat stack on the counter. She then looked at me standing in just my boxers. "Much better," she said. I tilted my head down to give her a kiss and she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. She then said, "hmmmh," and asked, "honey, can you get the hair trimming stool from the walk-in closet? OK so much for where I thought this was going. I put it in the usual spot in the center of our kitchen and grabbed a seat as she ran her fingers through the front, back and top of head, pulling it a bit to check the length. I'm sure this sounds strange but I still get the feel an electric charge and love the feeling of her fussing over my hair.
Thuy took off her shirt and turned to get stuff from the counter, while looking backwards at me to see my reaction. Her not being fully dressed outside the bedroom was a huge step for her. She saw the grin on my face and I could tell she was feeling shy but had a big old grin on her face too. She then grabbed the comb and rechargeable trimmer to begin her work. She'd trim a little and then move it around and then back up to look at a distance like she was carefully sculpting a statue. She had me stand up and not move an inch as she shook her fingers through my hair and blew on me wherever she saw hair trimmings. After finishing, she lifted up my feet and gently ran the brush from the dustpan over them and under them. She cleaned up the hair on the floor and told me to get in the shower but don't turn on the water yet. I could hear her running the sponge mop over the floor.
I removed the boxers, dropped them in laundry basket as I popped into the shower. I stood there running my fingers through my hair. It was very short and felt so much better as I could feel the heat escaping the top of my head. Thuy popped in and was holding the rechargeable trimmer along with the dustpan and brush. She put the dustpan over the drain. "Do you mind if I try something," she asked as if almost afraid to ask the question.
"Sure honey, you can ask me anything," I said a little worried as she rarely asked a question like that. I like short hair but wasn't sure I was ready for a crew cut. "Please don't get mad," she said, "but I've been reading some forums to find ways to please you. A few women suggested if I trim you down there, it will help when I lick and swallow him. Would you be OK if I tried that?"
I laughed loudly. I was relieved it wasn't anything serious. I said, "well, if it will help you, who am I to say no." I admit, if I was still going to the gym, I might feel a little self-conscious but since she's the only one who sees me there, I couldn't say no. Besides she keeps herself groomed to perfection at all times. I just hoped she wouldn't think I looked silly afterwards. Thuy then proceeded to carefully trim all around my junk. She kept looking up at me to make sure she wasn't hurting me. She then scooped up the hair on the bathtub floor and put it in the waste basket. She blew out the trimmer, dimmed the lights and climbed back in with me.
