It all started with that DVD. Sitting on their bed, waiting for him when he got home from another hard day at the office, a strangely extravagant red and pink bow tied around it as though it was some kind of Valentine’s box of chocolates.
He’d ignored it to start with, thought it something someone might have given Victoria, that she’d left behind. The gloom of feeling that everyone had forgotten his birthday that year, including his wife, giving him tunnel vision in terms of his plans for the evening.
It was when he had stood there in the kitchen in his boxer shorts and a T-shirt — no need to make an impression when he was in by himself — watching the TV dinner revolve under the bright light of the microwave, he had started wondering why somebody might have given Victoria a DVD wrapped up in ribbons.
He even found himself wondering who might have given her something wrapped up in ribbons.
Did she have a secret admirer? Was it wrong to hope so? He felt that familiar mix of jealousy and excitement well up inside him, stirring up a fluttering feeling inside his stomach, a tingling feeling between his legs. Months and months of secret fantasies pushing him to think that another man had eyes on his Victoria, and that perhaps she was enjoying his attention. These weren’t the kind of feelings husbands were supposed to have.
The TV dinner was left steaming in the microwave, unwanted, as he returned to the bedroom, picked up the DVD, thinking if it was something she’d been given, there was no way she would have just left it there in the open.
He felt his heart rate picking up even before he slipped the thing in the little DVD player beside the TV on the dresser opposite the bed. What was on it? Who was it for?
Holding his breath as the TV screen flickered, and then suddenly there was the image of Victoria right in front of him, clear as day. Sitting on the end of the bed in almost exactly the place where he was now perched.
“Hey sweet pea,” she said, sitting in that simple little checked summer dress, which she’d been wearing that morning as he’d left for work. “Did you think I’d forgotten your birthday?”
He’d known she’d change just before she headed for the airport in the afternoon, he’d thought nothing of the fact that the dress was really quite short, a lot shorter than she’d wear ordinarily. Of course, she wasn’t going to wear it out so anyone would see.
Here she was, the thing was riding up her thighs, and she looked stunning.
Liam smiled at the creativity of his wife for doing something for his birthday that was apparently so different from the norm. He had no idea what she was up to.
“Well,” she said, eyes darting sideways as though she had something heavy to say but didn’t quite know where to start. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”
She ran her hands down her legs, leaning forward to reach all the way down her calves, her long dark brown hair flowing all over her slender shoulders. Liam thinking she must have propped her phone up on the dresser to video herself. The quality of the latest generation of smartphone video really was astounding.
“By the time you get this, I would think I’d already be up in the air, on the way to London,” she said. “You know I’m gonna miss you, honey, even though it’s just a week.”
He smiled. She was sweet. Sometimes he forgot that she did actually adore him, she was always so caught up in her work. Then she’d drop a little love-bomb that would take him by complete surprise, reminding him just what he’d seen in the young business school graduate.
“So, I thought I’d make you a video… maybe give you something to think about for when I get back from my conference…”
She sat back up, her hands apparently carelessly catching on the hem of her dress, accidentally pulling it up to reveal a flash of panties beneath — gray, simple, though small enough to be thongs.
Liam’s cock leaping up into full hardness, his heart suddenly pounding — Jesus, had his wife made a dirty movie for him?
She’d never ever done something so outlandish before. Always been the perfect, proper young lady.
“I guess we haven’t really been in the mood for much… romance… recently…” she said, looking a touch nervous, but clearly feeling something had to be said.
Liam groaned, felt his heart sink. Was she upset with him?
As though anticipating his response, she said: “Oh no, I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault — we’ve both been trying to push our careers recently, right? And there’s been no time for anything. We’re both so tired when we get home…”
She began to unfasten little buttons on the front of her dress, which Liam hadn’t even seen, hidden by the checked cotton material.
Revealing her cleavage, the glorious curve of her breasts snugly held by a matching gray cotton bra.
“I guess recently I’ve started feeling the need for… well, for something again. I was looking for the right way to talk to you about it, to suggest that somehow we find a way to make time for each other again — you know, physically…”
The fire in her eyes as she made the suggestion that it was time to rekindle their passion, as she unfastened the last few buttons of her dress, removing it to reveal the sexy curves of her body, her smooth peachy skin, the naughty glimpse of her underwear, stoking things in Liam that hadn’t been stoked very often at all in the last year or so.
Standing to allow her dress to fall to the floor, she performed a slow turn for her husband, confirming that her panties were thongs.
“I guess... it was a few weeks ago…” she said, flashing another nervous look as she returned to her seat. “I happened to pick up your Kindle instead of mine — and I mean, you never leave yours lying around, so I assumed it was mine. Just opened it and flicked it on…”
Liam feeling an acid flare-up in his stomach blooming into the heat of embarrassment, which crept through his chest and spread across his face. Knowing what his wife would find on his Kindle if she happened to glance through his library.
How could have been so careless as to leave it lying around the apartment? It had to have been when he’d been out taking Marmaduke for a walk, or when he’d made a brief visit to the grocery store over a weekend.
“I know, I know,” she said, the guilt clear in her faint flush. “I should have just switched it off the moment I knew it wasn’t mine. I just… well, I guess I was just curious what you’d been reading lately. You never tell me.”
She was running her hands over her body, not in any really purposeful way, but to distract from the hard truths she was revealing.
“I looked at your library, and… well, I was a little surprised,” she said, looking at him now with apologetic yet forgiving eyes. “I know, I know, we haven’t had sex for ages, so of course you’re gonna need some kind of release… still… I wasn’t expecting to see…”
Liam mentally opening his own Kindle, flicking it on, the rows and rows of bright little rectangles showing exactly what he’d been reading lately.
They’d always steered clear of each others’ Kindles. It was one of those un-said boundaries in their relationship in which they both respected each others’ privacy.
Liam felt acute embarrassment to think that Victoria would have laid eyes on all those racy covers, with their images of half-naked women and frolicking couples. Even a glimpse or two of the kind of titles in his library would have suggested something of his secret desires.
Loving My Unfaithful Wife
Sharing His Wife
Cheating Wives and their Watching Husbands
Take My Wife
Watching Her from the Closet
My Wife’s First Threesome
Not exactly subtle — but then he’d been so confident Victoria would continue to keep to their boundaries. Or had he been subconsciously hoping she’d one day stumble upon his Kindle library?
Now she was reaching up and behind herself to unclip her bra, her breasts somehow startling as they were revealed, despite his familiarity. Something about their being on television in front of him, p
erhaps. So gloriously full, nipples so stiff.
“I downloaded some of those books onto my Kindle just to try to understand,” she said, gently fondling her chest, teasing her stiff buds. “To tell you the truth, I was kind of angry to start with, confused. I thought you might have a fantasy of sleeping with some other guy’s wife.”
She stood up, the position of the camera meaning the screen was filled with the sight of her sexy little panties, which Liam could see were soaking wet. It made him groan a little.
His hard cock slipped through the fly in his boxers, it was only natural his fingers would find their way around it.
On screen, Victoria seemed to hesitate, uncertain whether to remove her remaining item of clothing. Then she reached forward and grabbed the camera. The picture shivered and shook, then flickered to black for a moment.
When it returned, the scene had changed to the bathroom. Victoria had set up the camera pointed at the bath.
“I read a lot of those books,” she was smiling as she stooped to look into the camera. Her voice had the slight echo that went with being in the bathroom, all those tiles bouncing the sound around. “I guess it was strange to me — but the way those stories were all written, it became a little clearer to me that you probably weren’t fantasizing about other guys’ wives…”
He saw her jink her hips, thumbs slipping inside the waistband of her panties to slip them down her legs, revealing the full beauty of her body, the triangle of dark down lodged between her thighs.
She dropped them in the laundry basket, and then she was climbing into the bath, her deliciously rounded rear flashing before his eyes as she stepped into the large white tub.
“I did some research on the Internet, too,” she said, slipping into the water, the bubbles covering her lower half. “I guess it’s not exactly an uncommon fantasy. “From what other women were saying, I started feeling better about it all. I still wasn’t sure what this fantasy actually meant — you know, what it might mean you wanted to happen in reality... Does that make sense?”
There was another flickering cut in the picture, and things seemed to jump ahead — she had wet hair now, her skin seemed a touch pinker as though she’d finished scrubbing.
“I mean, you want me to sleep with other guys? Or is it just a fantasy?” she said, giving him the sense she’ d decided to cut a whole load of her monologue about his fantasy.
“I’ve been pretty good about keeping you in the dark — that I know all about this, that I’ve been reading your books. But it’s changed me already. Changed us, I guess.”
She was touching her breasts again, casually, gently cupping herself, squeezing her nipples.
“At work… well, I guess I started noticing other men a little — you know, how they look at me. I even started dressing a little more… well… suggestively… it made me feel kind of good. Kind of exciting to think that kind of thing might turn you on, too…”
She stood up in the tub now, and he could see she was gently rubbing her bush, feeling out the hair on her mound.
“It was so difficult trying to raise the subject with you, though. I can see why you haven’t been able to share it with me. Every night for the last… well, for a while… I’ve wanted to jump you each time I got home — but at the same time I didn’t want to freak you out.”
She reached for something. Liam didn’t quite see what it was.
“So this DVD… well, it’s my play. I want you to share your true desires with me, sweetie.”
She paused, and then she was squeezing something out from the can she was holding into her hand, and applying it to her body — to her lower abdomen. Her mound. Bright, white, foam. Shaving foam.
“You remember that dinner party, couple of weeks ago at the Wheelers’?” she said, and Liam almost stopped listening, he was so taken with the delicate way she applied the shaving foam over her pubic hair — over all of her pubic hair. “I had a few glasses of wine, and you were laughing about how tipsy I was getting…”
How could he possibly forget that dinner party? Victoria had surprised him with how much she had to drink, though the other three couples were also drinking quite a lot — the Wheelers being notorious for their wine cellar. He didn’t object at all — it was her choice, she wasn’t doing the driving that evening.
He’d thought she was being perfectly innocent, but her flirting with the other men, particularly during the latter stages when the other wives had been fairly inebriated themselves, had taken his breath away.
“I saw how I was turning you on,” she said, beaming so brightly as she now reached for her razor, and began stroking it over the top of her foam-covered bush. “You liked seeing me flirting with those guys. I could see it in your eyes — you were mentally undressing me and imagining me taking them right in front of you…”
She had to periodically bend to dip the razor in her bathwater, clearing it as she progressively removed the hair from above her pussy.
Liam found himself suddenly wondering if she’d definitely filmed this part of her video message that morning. She didn’t seem to be in any rush, and yet that morning she had a plane to catch. She’d certainly had a full bush the last time he’d looked — that must have been after the Wheelers’ dinner party, their last moment of intimacy together, and perhaps the only one in the last few months.
“So after my little test — which you passed, by the way. God, you were so hard when we got home after that dinner party, I couldn’t believe how it affected you. I guess it affected me, too. To think I can flick your switch like that…”
Liam realized he could see that tiny bathroom window above the bath as he continued watching his wife taking away more and more of her down. Was she going to leave any kind of a landing strip? It didn’t look like it. The bathroom window showed that it was daytime, and it being winter, it meant she’d made this video during the day, when she’d normally be at work, or in the company of her husband if it was a weekend.
She had to have made this video on this very day, just before going to the airport for her flight to London. Must have timed it well, but it had to be from earlier that day.
“Anyway, after my test I was thinking what I could do for your birthday — something different, something really different.” Her eyes were positively blazing as she glanced directly at the camera for a moment, then went back to her shaving, pulling the skin taut here and there to get the shave close.
“So I thought maybe we could talk about me fulfilling your fantasy some time,” she said, and Liam felt his stomach tighten, his breathing deepen.
Jesus.
And there it was, the last little tuft of public hair above her pussy was gone. She wasn’t leaving any of it.
She dipped her razor in the bathwater once again, and now sat on the edge of the tub, opening her legs to shave around her pussy itself, where there was already very little hair.
“I guess my conference in Europe didn’t really come at a good time for your birthday, sweetie,” she said, “but it does give me the chance to do this for you — I’m starting the conversation, breaking the ice.”
Liam felt his whole body throbbing, pulsating with a strange kind of energy — blending rapturous joy with nervous tension, fizzing excitement with cool unease. He’d read about this before, of course, countless times now. He just never thought it would happen to him — always thought, knowing the woman he had married, that it would simply remain a secret fantasy for him.
Victoria was actually entertaining the thought of sleeping with another man.
“Recently, though,” she said, “I’ve been thinking maybe this week in London is an opportunity for me — for us. We can try something, and if we don’t feel good about it, we can just forget about it. Leave it behind in London — like it never happened.”
His heart jumped a couple of beats. What was she talking about, ‘opportunity’?
What was she thinking of doing in London?
“One of the guys I’m going to be meeting at th
e conference this week is… well, lets just say he’s always been very flirty with me,” she said, her words causing Liam’s ears to prick up, along with the hairs on the back of his neck.
“I guess so many guys are like that in this business, it’s kind of disgusting sometimes. But Michael’s always been okay. Maybe it’s just the accent, but even when he’s obviously hitting on me, he’s a complete gentleman.”
Michael.
“So after my new… change of attitude… toward flirting with other men recently… well, when I’ve spoken to him I’ve been a little more… responsive. And then this trip came up, and he’s been saying how much he’s been looking forward to seeing me…”
She was making the final few strokes with her razor now, and Liam noticed that while she’d been teasing her flesh this way and that for the benefit of a close shave, she was also apparently nudging her clit — touching herself.
Combined with the knowledge she was doing this just before dashing to the airport for her international flight, Liam suddenly got the brutal sense that he’d just been watching his wife shaving her pussy for Michael, whoever he was. Not for him.
“Then after that night at the Wheelers’, I found myself emailing Michael, and then we were sharing personal email addresses, and our messages were a little more than just business…”
Liam’s cock felt so hard in his hands, he couldn’t remember it being like this before, so proud, the blood vessels so prominent. Throbbing from the sound of Victoria talking about her adulterous thoughts.
All rinsed off, she was standing again, showing him her perfectly smooth, completely bare pussy. A pussy he couldn’t now have, not until she’d given it to someone else.
“You like it?” she smiled down at the camera. “Michael was saying how he likes American girls because they have shaved pussies.”
Oh God.
Liam ran to the bathroom, the nausea so strong he almost lost his lunch. Thankfully, kneeling on the tiled floor, breathing deeply, the feeling cooled.
Yet he was still turned on, his erection was still full, straining in his boxer shorts. He couldn’t get the image out of his head: Victoria had just shaved her pussy, something she’d never done for him, and she’d done it for a guy in Europe she was now flying over to see. Michael. Her emails with another man had become so intimate, the guy had revealed his taste in a woman’s pubic hair.
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