The following story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. I need to seriously thank my wife and nikyc for their suggestions and help with editing. Please take a moment and vote if you like the story. Thanks.
I had my instruments laid out like a surgeon. Battery powered beard trimmer, razor blade, shaving cream, bowl of warm water and a warm wash cloth. On the bed a towel was spread out. My wife Mary, came in, fresh from the bath, and laid down with the towel underneath her. Naturally, she was nude and sporting a full bush. I picked up the beard trimmer and just as I switched it on and she came off the bed like a wild banshee. “You’re not fucking touching me with that thing! You can trim with scissors but you aren’t shaving me.” She was spewing venom as spat out those words. I completely lost interest.
This was meant to be the prelude to an afternoon of pleasurable husband/wife sex. I just got off the bed, got dressed, went into the kitchen and opened a beer. I was tired of playing her fucking games.
My wife and I have been married twenty-eight years and there has not been a week in all those years that I had not asked Mary to allow me to shave off her bush. She has always adamantly refused, that is until about two months ago. It was my turn to cook dinner and I had bought takeout pizza. In fact, I had two pizzas, a cheese pizza for her and a pepperoni pizza for me. Mary took one look at the pizza and said, “Jack, you need to lose weight. Give up the hamburgers, fries, and pizza, lose twenty-five pounds in six weeks and you can shave my bush.” That didn’t sound like a bad deal because I had wanted to lose weight so I just received my motivation.
The next morning, I saw my doctor who recommended a diet and exercise program. I had long intended to join a gym but that morning I did. I have never eaten so much salad and my muscles were continually sore. However, I lost the weight, in fact I lost thirty-one pounds in six weeks.
Today was supposed to be the big payoff day except it wasn’t. Mary wouldn’t let me touch her and for the first time in my life, I turned down sex. I was finished asking to shave the bush, let it become a fucking forest.
My name is Jack Anderson, I’m going bald, forty-nine, a little overweight, and out of shape. I work as a real estate broker and don’t keep office hours. I pay a secretary to do that and usually only work to appointments. I work mainly in commercial property and always keep a good inventory. I do ok but real estate is an on-off business, either feast or famine. I have been in the business a long time and have made good investments in the good years and just treaded water in the lean years. I am not complaining as real estate has been good to me and not having to keep hours is worth a fortune. I consider myself lucky.
Mary and I have been married for twenty-eight years. We met in college and married when she found out she was pregnant with our son. A daughter followed but my wife persevered with college and got a degree in accounting. A year later she had that CPA shingle to hand outside our door.
Our two children, Ben and Debbie, have both finished college, married, and have started families. Ben lives in Ft. Worth and Vicki lives in Plano, a suburb of Dallas.
My wife is a dirty blonde, forty-eight years old, stands 5’6”, and weighs about 120, pretty much the same as in college. She has generous C cup breasts that I never tire of paying them special attention.
Mary’s first job was for a large accounting office that was located downtown Dallas. She has remained with the firm for the past twenty years and now is a department head with her own secretary. She has a team of five accountants that work under her. Sometimes, but not often, they travel as a team for audits. Usually travel on Wednesday, audit Thursday and Friday, spend Saturday writing their report, and return on Sunday. There are several auditing teams within the agency and the travel rotates between the teams so they only have to travel two or three times a year.
We have always had a good sex life, well at least I thought we did. Every day when the kids were younger but lately just a couple of times a week. I still have the urge and certainly could perform more often but Mary is either tired or not in the mood. I try really hard to keep the romance going, I send flowers to her office, bring her coffee from Starbucks, take her out to lunch once a week, and always to dinner and dancing on Friday night. We always do something as a couple on Saturday and then on Sunday we are lazy and try to spend, at least the morning in bed. I love her as much, if not more, as I did the day we were married.
I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee when Mary entered. She had just slipped on a robe. She poured herself some coffee and sat down. “Jack, I’m sorry. I know I promised you but when you turned on that beard trimmer I couldn’t take it. I have been proud of my bush all my life and just don’t think I want to part with it. How about if you just tidy it up with a pair of scissors?”
“No, I’m not going touch it again nor will I bring the subject up but I have to admit I’m very disappointed. I feel you mislead me in getting me to lose weight and for the promise of a special reward if I did, which I did not receive. I feel like there was blackmail, coercion, deceit, and lies involved in this little situation. We’ve been married a long time and I have never felt so humiliated by you.” I got up and went outside to work in the yard.
We rarely argued and even when we did we would kiss and make up immediately. This time we were strangely silent for several days. I felt that I had done everything she had asked of me and then some. Why should I bend and beg forgiveness? What exactly had I done wrong? Losing more weight than requested? We got up, ate breakfast, went to work, and then more or less the opposite after work, all without talking. Did I omit that we weren’t having sex either?
Finally, after about ten days of this I had reached my limit, “What exactly do you want? Why are you still angry? Do you somehow think I am the blame?”
“Yes, all of this is your fault. If you hadn’t been after me to shave my bush, ever since we’ve been married, this would not have happened. Why can’t you just accept me the way I am?
“For as long as we’ve been together I have never forced you to do anything. Not a single thing. Did I come to you and ask you if I lose weight would you allow me to shave your bush as a reward? Did I suggest that or did you?”
“Stop playing games, you know I asked the question but I couldn’t go through with it so shoot me. Why has this become such a production?”
“Can we just call a truce and get back to the way we were before?”
“I agree let’s just not discuss this anymore. I’m sick of it.”
