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.