Over the years lots of things had changed in my life. Marriages had begun and ended, kids grown up and left home, houses bought and sold, eyesight got worse, and my once fit body betrayed me. Here I was at 61 with only one vestige of my youth, my sex drive.
And, because of medical problems, I couldn't get a hard on to save my life.
I spent about two years being depressed that fucking and making love were no longer what they used to be. I was also a bit depressed because the company I worked for was going through some downsizing pains and it looked like I was next. I had lunch with a friend, Julian, who was downsized out of an eighteen year career two years ago.
"Find something that brings in a little cash and you enjoy." That was the sum of his advice.
I went home and shared it with my wife. She said she'd think about it and no more was said for a few days about my impending downsizing.
She came home from work on Thursday afternoon and said, "You aren't going to believe what I volunteered you for!"
"Volunteered? I need a paying gig not a volunteer position."
My wife sat across from me at the dining room table and said, "I volunteered you to do a half hours work and get a hundred dollars!"
"A hundred dollars for half an hour? I wasn't worth that when I was nineteen!"
"Yes, you were. But when we were nineteen I didn't have the hundred."
"So who do I have to kill?"
"Let me tell you the story." She looked at her watch and said, "We have time."
"Time?"
"The story. A friend at work has been dating a man for a month or so and tomorrow night she plans to seduce him for the first time. She knows that he loves smooth skin and she wants to be silky smooth for him."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"She told me that every time she has ever attempted to shave her pubes she has cut herself. She wants to be smooth for him not all nicked and scared."
Jokingly I said, "Tell her to get over here. I'll shave her and never nick her once."
"That's what I told her! She looked at me like I was crazy so I took her into the conference room and I showed her what a great job you do. I told her that you haven't ever nicked me and my pussy has been smooth for fifteen years."
"And?"
"And, she'll be here in less than an hour with a hundred dollars and a hairy pussy. She wants to leave here with neither."
"Are you sure you're OK with this?"
"Ever since I talked to her and set this up I've been thinking about it. The big worry I have had the whole time we've been married has been that you might fuck someone else. When you had to go on the meds that ended our making love that way I was actually relieved. I know you weren't but I was. Now here is a way you can have an exciting sexual experience and get paid for it!"
"Wait a sec. When I shave you I rub oil on you and I eat you, every time."
"Carol knows that and is looking forward to it!"
"And it's OK with you that I eat another woman's pussy?" I was shocked.
"I know you love eating pussy and I know you love me. I am not too worried that her pussy will be so much better than mine that you will leave me to go eat her on a regular basis. Anyway, she is willing to pay you to do it! If you left me she would quit paying. And, there wouldn't be a long line of women coming to the door with hairy pussies for you to trim."
"Don't women go in and get waxed?"
"Waxing isn't fun. It hurts for a day after they rip your hair out."
"OK. I give. I'm convinced. I'll get things set up for her just as I do for you. What are you going to do while she's here?"
"I have computer work to do. I'll leave you two alone."
My wonderful wife came over to me and sat on my lap. Our kissing began softly but insistently. Soon her breasts were being attended to and I reached into her skirt to find a panty less bare pussy flowing with juices. I was in heaven.
When we had fifteen minutes before my first paying client would arrive I set up our guest room with my massage table and the tools of my new trade: Shaving gel, a brand new razor, a pair of small scissors, a basin for hot water and a few small towels.
I had a thought, it turned into a question: "Honey, what should I wear?"
The woman of my heart stepped into the guest room carrying a pair of gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt. She handed them to me and said, "No shoes. You should shave yourself too."
I changed, shaved and as I toweled my face the doorbell rang. Both of us opened the door and a nervous woman stood on the porch stood before us. My wife opened the door and welcomed her with a hug. She introduced me to Carol and said, "I will let the two of you get to the business at hand. If either of you need anything just holler. I'll be in the computer office."
On the way to the guest bedroom I stopped at our bathroom and borrowed a robe of Barb's. In the guest bedroom I gave the robe to Carol and gave her instructions.
"The bathroom is the first door down that hallway. Please go if you can. If you would like to shower, you certainly may. I need you to strip and wear this robe. Then come back and we'll get started."
"I need something first. I'm nervous. I've never had anyone shave me down there and it is so intimate. "She paused. "Could you please kiss me?"
"I would love to." I slowly and gently took her in my arms and held her. When I felt her relax I shifted a bit and touched my lips to hers. She moaned into my lips and parted hers. I gently inserted my tongue into her mouth and the dance began.
After just enough time to have some sparks between us I released her and sent her down the hall. I headed down the hall to the other bathroom to load the basin with hot water when I heard the shower start. I went instead into the office where Barb was working. She stood up and kissed me. We held each other and when we heard the shower shut off she said, "Congratulations on your new career, Stud."
I dashed into the bathroom, filled the basin with hot water and made it back to my new place of business before Carol left the bathroom.
When she walked in wearing Barb's robe I was struck with two instantaneous impressions: one, that she was absolutely beautiful and that she didn't know it. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail and that showed off her long slender neck and her ears. The robe showed plenty of cleavage and the hard protruding nipples within. The hem of the robe hit her about halfway between her knees and her pussy. She stood there in the doorway looking at me expectantly.
I sat on the end of the massage table and beckoned her to me. As she got close I reached out and took hold of one of the ends of the tie at her waist. She took another step and I pulled it loose. The robe opened and I could see more of her cleavage. I put my hands at her shoulders and asked, "Are you warm enough?"
"I'm so hot I'm dripping," she said and then blushed. We both giggled for a second.
"I'm talking about room temperature. I don't want you uncomfortable at all."
"A little warmer would be nice, I think."
I moved over to the thermostat and moved it up four degrees. When I sat back at the end of the table I asked, "How are you feeling?"