I've been married to Sammi for over six years. We met in college and frequently slept together and "helped" each other get off when we were in between other relationships. Even then, we had a spark, and quite by accident, we ended up living near one another in New York after graduation.
We continued our little trysts for a few years, and then one night, while enjoying a post coital moment, we both confessed our love for one another. As happenstance would have it, I was working in her father's business field, and once we were married, took over a great deal of responsibility in his organization. When he suddenly passed 3 years ago, Sammi inherited a fortune, continued her law practice, and left the everyday management responsibilities to me. The reason I'm sharing this with you is to explain why at 31 we are so wealthy. We own a sizable residence outside of the city and have a vacation home in both Florida and Vermont.
I'm madly in love with her, and often get excited just thinking about her willingness to try things. Back in college we used to have sex on the quad, at the top of the stadium during basketball and football games. I was in a fraternity, and she was one of the few girls willing to stay in our house. Sammi was a bit promiscuous, but careful.
Both of us have kept in touch with most of our close college friends. Like everyone else our age, they're all busy, married, having kids, you know, living the American dream. Sammi and I often host our friends in our vacation homes. Our Vermont home is beautiful. It faces the Killington Ski Resort. Even if our friends don't ski, it's a great destination. We relax all day, eat at the country steak houses at night and drink.
Back to Sammi. She's a professional all the way. She wears smart business suits, and frankly, as adept as I am in business, I wouldn't want to sit across from her at the negotiating table. However, when Friday arrives, she's irreverent, loose and fun. Sammi and I both have a no homework rule in effect, so our time together is focused. She's also incredibly sexy. Sammi and I have tried just about everything a couple can do together. We have "toys" in the dresser drawer, KY Jelly, videos (soft-core) and clothes. We are monogamous, and straight.
Sammi loves oral sex. I can perform cunnilingus on her for hours. She also very orgasmic, so it is actually fun for me. Conversely, she is extremely willing to reciprocate and loves to go down on me. There are many nights when we have a "love making" session that consists of nothing but oral gratification. I have no complaints. By the way, Sammi is about 5 feet tall, dark, dark curly hair, small but pert and responsive breasts and a great backside. She's one of the few women who can really wear a thong.
I mentioned earlier that we like to watch soft-core erotic movies. They usually show a lot of skin, but not the hardcore sex you see in XXX. Sammi and I like them because they can really set the mood, and after a few glasses of wine, it creates an aura you could almost smell. Most of the girls who do these movies are trimmed or shaved, and I noticed that Sammi would comment on that. She once asked my what I thought, and I noted how I thought it was sexy. It sort of gives you that "bad girl" look. I further explained how exciting it was to see her dressed in a power suit, but knowing that her mound was clean. She told me I was sick, and we never discussed it again.
Or so I thought.
Several months passed, and life was going well. Sammi never mentioned it, but I would notice from time to time that her pubic mound was getting smaller. This is a real turn on for me, the access to her love was getting easier, and our sex life was getting steamier. The truth is that I couldn't wait to taste her almost every day when knowing she was shaving.
Finally, she asked me one night if I'd noticed anything different about her. I lied at first and told her she seemed to be loosing weight. At 94 pounds, she knew I was lying. After a bit more prompting, I confessed that I noticed she was shaving, and loved it. I further explained that I was afraid that if I said anything, she'd stop. What she told me next still gets me hard thinking about it.
Apparently, she decided to start lessening her bush after our initial conversation, but was nervous about trying it. If you can imagine a full, thick, curly pubic region, that was her; however, it was always waxed for the bikini line. Anyway, she said she decided to start a little at a time, and wanted to see my reaction. It seems as though my hours of licking between her legs was enough of an indicator, so it kept getting shorter. Sammi also told of how it excited it made her to shave, and how she would masturbate to several orgasms each time she smoothed herself out. I found myself masturbating to this story, and she helped bring me to climax by pulling back her skirt, and revealing a completely bald mound.
The next weekend we were hosting one of Sammi's friends at our Vermont retreat. Our house is typical for that region; however, it's large. We have several bedrooms, a large open kitchen, fireplace, deck, etc. We also have an old fashioned sauna. Sammi and I often use the sauna after skiing to wind down, and loosen our muscles. Nothing is better then dripping sweat in a sauna on a cold Vermont day.
Debbie had been Sammi's roommate in college. She was extremely attractive, which I have been struggling with since 1989. Deb and I had become good friends, and I was happy that Sammi still had her relationship in tact with Deb. In fact, to best describe my relationship with Deb, would be to call her my de facto sister.
Deb arrived late on Friday night, a few hours after us. She was also a lawyer, and it seemed as though our rising career had a direct impact on her less than impressive dating track record. Usually, she would bring the boyfriend du jour to our Vermont weekends, but this time, she decided to unwind alone. That was fine with me, because after 5 years of befriending guys I knew I'd never see again, I was tired.
Overnight, Killington had received 4 inches of new powder. Not one to miss the opportunity to break in the trails, I kissed Sammi goodbye, and took off for the lifts. We agreed to meet at the main Snowden Lodge for lunch, and then ski Bear Mountain that afternoon.
The sun was out, and the three of us were skiing like Olympians. Because of the overnight storm, access to the resort was limited, and the crowds were unusually small. That's great news for any skier, because the lift lines were short, and the trials wide open. We must have made 20 runs that day.