When I got home, I couldn't find Ann at first. The kitchen was empty, as was the living room. Her car was in the driveway, but she wasn't in the house. After several minutes of searching, I found her laying on her stomach in the back yard grass in exactly the same spot where she had fucked that stud the night before. The black strings of what I thought was a thong bikini divided her bottom and wrapped up over her hips and disappeared into the grass beneath her tummy. There was no string around her chest, and I assumed she was topless. She turned over as I stepped outside. Her top, if it could be called that, consisted of a pair of black stick-on cups that molded the lower half of her breasts and scarcely covered her nipples. The bottom was just a black mini-G-string with the sides tied at her hips. "Hi, Honey," she said. The string bikinis she wore at the lake were modest by comparison. "Do you like it?" I put my jacket and tie on a lawn chair and walked toward her. Her eyes dropped to my crotch. "I see you do." She was right. "There's something on the bed for you. I'd like to see what you look like in it."
I found a black man's G-string on the bed. I stripped off my clothes and put it on. Standing in front of the mirror, I could see it barely covered my cock and balls when I was relaxed. The slightest degree of arousal would show immediately. I went back outside.
Ann was lying on her back with her legs opened wide. Previously, she had kept her pubic hair shaved back to the edge of her bikini bottom. The mini-G-string was cut much lower exposing a lot more skin, but no hair was visible. I sat down beside her and began stroking her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and smiled as my fingers approached her covered pussy. I pressed down gently on the cloth over her slit. Her hips rose slightly to increase the pressure. I slipped my fingers under the tiny triangle and still did not find any hair. I pushed the fabric aside and saw her lips completely bald for the first time. My own G-string was covering less and less. "You've always said your teeth should be brushed, not combed," she said with a grin.
I lowered my face between her thighs and began licking her slit as I untied first one side string, then the other. My saliva lubricated the bare skin letting my tongue slip between the lips to her clit. She moaned as I gently stroked around the edges of her tiny shaft. My finger traced a circle around it as her hips started to wriggle. Her vaginal juices were beginning to flow as I slipped my middle finger inside. I finger fucked her for a minute while I started humming on her clit. I withdrew my wet finger from her pussy and laid the tip against her anus. She gave a moan of pleasure as I traced around her hole. As I pushed my finger into her bottom, her moan turned into a lusty gasp. My thumb entered her snatch, and she thrust against my hand driving my finger deeper into her butt. I rubbed my thumb and finger together through the membranes separating them, and she stifled a scream as her climax shook her body.
I pulled my hand out and freed my prick leaving the cup covering only my balls. She grabbed my rod and led it to her steaming tunnel. I was inside her to the hilt with one smooth thrust. With her legs clamped around my waist, I pounded into her hard and fast. A second orgasm coursed through her loins. I paused to delay cumming until she calmed down a bit. "Honey," she whispered, "I think the Johnsons are watching us."
"Shall we give them something different to see?" I whispered back. Knowing our neighbors could be looking got me even more excited. "Get up on your knees." I pulled out and she spun around to kneel in front of my turgid shaft. As she reached between her legs to guide me back into her pussy, I straightened up and stuck my member against her other hole and pushed. My pussy drenched cock slid easily into her ass. A loud gasp announced her approval. Her hand went to her clit. She frigged herself in earnest as I feverishly banged her butt. Her bottom was tighter than I could remember her pussy being twenty-five years ago. As she reached another climax, my loins tightened as I shot load after load into her colon. We both shrieked with pleasure. Ann fell to the ground, and I collapsed with exhaustion on top of her.
As we lay panting, she said, "What's going on? You've never done that before?"
"You never asked for it," I said.
"I thought you would be turned off by it."
"I thought you would think I'm a pervert."
"What changed your mind?" Was she beginning to suspect that I knew about her lover from the night before? Was I letting my dick do my thinking? I was getting careless.
"The porno movie we saw last month had ass fucking. You didn't seem bothered by it so I thought I would take a chance. I know I should have asked you first."
"You've been too timid. I've wanted to try it for years."
Whew! I had nearly given myself away. Luckily she liked sex movies as much as I did. I either had to watch myself more closely or tell her what I knew.
If I did confess, how much should I tell her? Should I include my own escapade with the waitress? If I did, should I mention that I had been watched by her husband? Or should I just say I got laid. If I said nothing and started working late more often, I might get a chance to see her in action again. Of course she might not ever stray again, in which case I would be wasting my time.
We finally got up and went inside. After showering, we put our new garments back on and fixed dinner. Watching her move around the kitchen in her skimpy outfit brought my cock back to life. Each time she bent over, I pressed my groin against her fanny. Her scarcely covered breasts made eating difficult. I was very tempted to clear the table, butter her bottom, and hump her on the dining room table. We managed to finish our meal and wash the dishes before retiring to the bedroom for dessert.
The next evening I came home to find Ann sitting in the living room wearing a skirt and blouse identical to the ones she had given her lover. I could see her nipples pushing on her blouse. Her legs were crossed so I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I hoped she wasn't. As she stood up, my hopes were confirmed. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. A towel was laid out on the bed. A bowl of warm water, a small hand towel, a pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream, and a razor were on the nightstand.
Silently she undressed me and laid me down on the towel. She picked up the scissors. "You have too much hair, especially when you wear your G-string. We're going to fix that." Carefully she trimmed my pubic hair to a very short length. Her gentle touch stiffened my cock. Next she soaked the hand towel in the water and dampened my scrotum and pecker, then liberally applied the shaving cream. Picking up the razor with one hand and my member with the other, she cleaned every hair from my shaft. In three minutes, my crotch was completely denuded of every strand of hair. She sent me to the shower while she shook the towel over a garbage can and tossed it into the laundry basket.
When I finished bathing, I returned to the bedroom to find a pair of cutoffs and a tank top on Ann's lap. I put them on and found a pair of loafers to wear. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her and gave her a kiss. "What's this all about?" I asked.
"I'm tired of a mouthful of hair too," she said. "From now on both of us will shave when we come home. I don't want your stubble scrapping my insides."
"That sounds reasonable. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
"Not since you left for work this morning."
"I love you even more now than I did then."
"Good. Now that we are appropriately dressed, you're taking me out to dinner."
"We're going like this?"
"That's right. It's time we stopped limiting our showing off to the lakes. All the regulars there know about us."
Following her directions, we soon arrived at the restaurant of her choice. It was the same place where she had picked up her stud two nights before. My mind was whirling, but I managed to keep quiet and follow her inside. The hostess seated us in the dark booth where I had sat. Was
