Shaving our Marriage

Aaron didn’t say anything, he just got in bed with me. #Husband #Wife

My husband, we slept together, but I don’t suppose I was paying attention. He said “Goodnight,” and kissed me on the cheek, but when I rolled over to the light, I took my half of the covers with me.

Then, I rolled back in the dark, and brushed my knee against his leg. It felt strange, so I felt under the cover, and asked him. “Honey, did you shave your legs?”

“Huh,” he took a deep breath. “Yeah.” I kept feeling up his thigh, and it felt almost feminine. Now, I should say that he’s always been tall, and skinny. Never muscular, and with his metabolism, he couldn’t put on weight if he tried, but also fairly hairy. “You like it?”

“I’m not sure,” but rolling over to him, I could feel up with my other hand, to his crotch. Rub him hard through his shorts, and try to tell whether or not he was shaved inside the loose flannel as well. “Why, would you want to shave your legs?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it.”

“I don’t dislike it.” I kissed his cheek in the dark, and rubbed the neat stubble with my nose. “You didn’t shave your face? Maybe I just need to get used to it, but what else did you shave?”
I ventured up, tracing the thin mohawk of coarse curls to his belly button.

“Huh, I don’t know, honestly, you got those new razor blades, and they smelled so nice.”

“Snh,” I couldn’t smell it, “The White Tea?” Feeling up to his chest, the triangle of thin spars fur there, then over to his nipple. “Huh, I like them too, but you just shaved your legs.” I was just trying to understand, but he took my hand, and moved it back down to his crotch. Let go of his penis, and let me feel it.

“Well, I didn’t stop there.” It felt funny, smooth, and hairless. So, I stuck my fingers down his open fly, and caressed his bald scrotum as well. “Huh, honey, I never told, anyone this before but. I was molested, once.” He sniffed, but it sounded dry. Not wet with tears, and snot. “Huh, I didn’t realize it at the time, but when he asked me my name, and I said Aaron, I think he thought that I said Erin, and I was a girl. He was an older guy, a teenager I guess, but I’ve never seen him before, or since.

He picked me up, and sat down. Held me in his lap, and felt my legs until he got a boner, but he asked me if it was making me wet. I didn’t know what was happening at the time, but I knew that I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch me like that. Especially a stranger, but I didn’t want to talk to him either, so I just shook my head.

Then, when he felt my little stiffy, he pushed me off. Got mad, and called me a homo faggot. He blamed me for attracting him, and dressing like that, so when he ran off. Huh, I blamed myself, for years. I didn’t know how to feel about it, besides guilty for letting him, and a little gay for getting turned on by it.

Then, I guess I forgot about it. I went through puberty, and started thinking about girls, so I didn’t have to worry about being gay. Until I tried your razor, and I felt the smooth patch. I tried it on my leg, but it left it so smooth, I decided to shave both of them, completely. That made me flash back to what happened, but this time, I didn’t feel afraid, confused, or anything but sexy.

I don’t know why, but they feel so sexy now. Especially when you touched them, and maybe even a little girly?”

“Huh, yeah but you’re still all man where it counts.” I slipped my hand up to grip his hardon. “Here, huhH!” I kissed his shoulder, and pushed the covers back without letting go. Felt my way down to his nipple with my nose, and lips. Swirled the 3 hairs (On that side, he only has 4 around the other) with my tongue, and kept going down.

“Huh, yeah?” His tummy ripples with his shallow excited breaths. “So, you’re starting to like it?”

“No,” I kissed his belly button, “I love it,” and swirled my tongue around it to loosen up the hairs. Lapping my way down the mohawk, and enjoying the way the hairs gradually got coarser, curlier, and furrier, but I had to let go, to pull his waistband up.

Clear his prick, so it dropped back down, and patted my cheek. “Snh!” Inhaling his musk, with just a hint of white tea scent, and turning to kiss the head. Suck it in, and feel him rub my face through the covers.

“Oh, honey. Yeah.”

I never really cared for this, before. The hairs bothered me honestly, but he’s a man. A hairy man, so I put up with it. The best way to get him wet, a little extra lube to make sex go easier, but it was always just foreplay. An appetizer, and not the main course, but now I was feeling his bald, well. Balls, and rolling them around in my hand.

“Hun, honey, stop, I’m about to. Uh, hun!” That just made me suck him harder, faster, and I can’t believe we’ve been together, this long. I suppose it must be coming on 7 years if you count the first time we went all the way.

In the back of his father’s pickup, with a moving blanket down, but I still felt the cold hard ridges pressed into my back, with his weight on me, and his prick inside me, pounding me, and sinking in with a grunt to fill me.

“Ohh fuck, huh. Hun, honey. I’m sorry.”

“Ngh,” I tried to shake my head, without it slipping out, and caught the next hot wet gush to swallow, “Ngh ngh ngh!” Again, and again, as fast as the came out until they petered off to a dribble, he shriveled, and I gripped it with my lips between my teeth, to milk out the last drop.

Almost 7 years, before I sucked my husband, the future father of my children off, and swallowed his baby batter.

“Huh!” I rolled back, and threw the covers off, so I could breathe. Feel the air from the ceiling fan dry the sweat off my neck. His hand feeling down my shoulder to the neck of my nightshirt, and slip inside to fondle my breasts. “Huh, yeah. I love your hairless prick, and balls.”

“You never sucked me off, all the way before, and swallowed my load?”

“I never swallowed anyone’s before, huh.” He wasn’t the first guy I’d gone out with, let alone the first prick I’d had in my mouth, to get it wet. “I didn’t realize how much the pubic hairs got in the way, but. About your legs.”

“You like them shaved too?”

I shook my head, on his slowly breathing midriff. “I don’t know, but I can get used to it. Wait until I see them in the light of day.”

He slipped out, and turned on the light. “Why wait?” He put his knee up. Not on the bed, but high enough to let my eyes look over the long, smooth muscular skin.

“Huh, yeah. I love how sexy they look. Can you point your foot and curl your toes?”

“Like this?” I felt up the back of his leg, from the heel to his calf. Tight, and hard, so it even stuck a corner out. Not like a woman’s calf, at all.

“Huh, yeah. Just like that. Now, come back to bed, and turn out the light.” I curled up behind him, and fell asleep. Smelling his hair, and feeling his fresh shaved leg, but he didn’t get hard again until morning. When he woke up, and fucked me with more passion than I’d felt since, well. A long time, I can’t remember exactly, but it was almost like the first.

Desperate clumsy rutting in the back of the pickup, on a moving blanket, only this time it wasn’t like he was trying to pick a lock. He knew exactly what to do, exactly the way I like it, but I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. “Huh, let me up.” I pushed him off, so I could turn over, and put my head down. My butt up in the air, so he could take me from behind, and I could feel up between his legs. his bare sweaty balls rolling through my fingers with every thrust, and I reached such an incredible climax from that, I just fell down panting so I could breathe.

He slipped out, but repositioned himself lower. So he could pound my hips into the mattress, with his shaved crotch slapping my buttocks. “Uh uh uh uh!”

“HhuhHhuh!” He collapsed on me breathing hard on my hair, and pumping me full of baby batter, but it was too late.

I was already pregnant, so it was pretty much wasted for that, but when we’re done, he helped me up. “Huh!” So, I could finger it out, and feel t running down my palm. My knuckles, and drip down my legs when I pulled them out. “Huh, hun? Honey?”

He started running water in the bathtub. “I’m just going to take a quick shower,” he said, before he switched it to the white noise of the head.

“Smup!” I slipped my fingers out, and licked off my knuckles. the back of my hand, “Don’t shave your legs.”

“I thought you liked it.”

“I love it, but let them grow out a couple days,” I looked down, at the 2 razors on the side of the tub. His and mine, so he didn’t use the same one I had. “I want to shave them next time.”

“Okay.” I just held onto the door, and enjoyed the drips of semen, running down my legs.

“Huh, shave your prick, and balls though. I don’t want to bother with those.”

“Honey, you think I could shave your muff, some time?”

“I guess, we’ll see.” I’m not sure, I would enjoy being as hairless as a little girl down there, but then again, I never tried it.

I never thought I’d love to see my husband stretch a pair of my panties hose over his long pale smooth cleanshaven legs, and package, either.

I guess, there’s only one way to find out…

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