There is nothing like a Brazilian Wax when it comes to sex. Nothing like the feeling of hands, mouth, penis, on such silky, smooth skin. Shaving just isn't the same. She had her plans laid well beforehand; he was going out of town for two weeks for a business meeting, so she had a friend with a salon do the deed the day he left. That gave her two weeks to walk around, wondering how every guy she talked to would feel if they knew that she had nothing but hot, smooth pussy rubbing against her panties all day. Especially those two young guys who were so incredibly gorgeous. She also vowed not to touch herself for those two weeks. That was the hardest part of the whole operation; that, and not telling him her plans. The day before he was to return, she had her friend do a touch-up. Perfect.
He had his own plans, too. He remembered the last time they had gone to dinner and out with friends, she had her share of Margaritas. He remembered when they had hot, hard sex that night how she jumped and moaned when he touched her puckered hole, and how she came extra hard when he rubbed it while sucking on her clit. He remembered, and knew she did, too, though she would never admit it. Much as she loved sex with him, after seventeen years of marriage, her Catholic upbringing still reared its head occasionally. She wouldn't ask for such things, but if he did them, she wouldn't stop him either. He had clipped and filed his nails the day before to make sure there were no rough edges to irritate her soft skin. There was a bottle of lube in the nightstand already for those times when she just wasn't quite wet enough for a good, hard fucking, and there was no reason it couldn't come in handy elsewhere. Perfect.
She picked him up at the airport that afternoon, and they spent the rest of the day talking about their two weeks away from each other, every now and then bringing up the sex they planned to have that night. Each one thinking that the other would be so surprised made it even hotter. After dinner and visiting with those same friends from Margarita night (which resulted in more Margs...) they made their way home. Each showered, preparing for their respective coup de grace.
When he came into the bedroom and saw her in his favorite robe, his "present to unwrap", he untied the sash and got immediately hard. She was on the bed, waiting for him, and when he opened the robe and touched her soft, bare pussy, his eyes darkened with desire. She imagined he'd have the same look if he just hit the lottery. He rubbed her with his hand, not believing how silky she felt, then moved over her and spread her legs. He started out licking her all over her inner thighs, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her or circling her clit. She got hotter and hotter, rubbing her hands through his hair, reveling in the sensation of his slightly rough tongue against her waxed skin. He put one finger in her pussy while concentrating on her clit with his tongue, and after a bit, added another finger. She bucked and moaned, lifting her hips off the bed to give him easier access. She was so wet that he didn't need the lube at the moment, but instead took a finger and touched her puckered asshole. When she moaned harder, he pushed just a bit and she opened for the tip of his finger. He continued licking and sucking, rubbing and touching, until she came in his mouth. When she caught her breath and reached over to get some water from the nightstand, he turned her over on her stomach.
