“Babe, I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, God,” he says with a moan, closing his dark blue eyes.

“Babe!”

“Sorry, it’s just that what goes on in your pretty little mind scares me sometimes,” he says tapping me on my forehead.

“Do you want to hear or not?” I say impatiently.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Okay. I want … I want … to … shave my pussy,” I say with my own big blue eyes widening searching his face for a reaction.

Silence.

Manly laughter.

"Hey!" I fuss.

“What? Really? Really? Why? I mean, you don’t have much hair down there, to begin with.”

Burying my red face in his armpit, I mumble, “I just want to try it.”

“Hmmm. I’m sorry I laughed, baby. It’s just … I don’t know. I like your little landing strip. And I have never been with a woman who shaved before. You probably have less hair down there than most women I have been with. I remember one woman …. Wow! … talk about the Amazon jungle … she …”

“Stop. Babe, you need to stop talking right now. Right now,” I interrupt, raising my hand to flick him in the nose.

“Oh, sorry. TMI.”

“Yes, TMI.”

“Okay. If you really want to do this, I am ready. Let me get everything together.”

“Wait. What? What do you mean?”

“Well, I am going to be the one to do it. This is your virgin voyage and I want to be there.”

Let me explain. My husband, I’ll call Big D in this story, is a very large man, standing at 6’5, with big hands sporting clumsy thick fingers. There is no way in hell I want those things handling a delicate razor on my even more delicate pussy. Love him, but …

I hold up one of his big sausage fingers with my tiny fingers and say, “Honey, you rarely shave your face and when you do you come out with a million bloody red dots on your face and neck.”

“True. But, your pussy is more precious to me than my face and I would never hurt you. Never. I wasn’t there for your first …”

He cuts off his statement, but I know what he is about to say. My first experience making love was horrid. I had told him the story before and we both wished he had been my first. He would have made the experience unforgettable and amazing.

I can’t say no to his pleading eyes. “Okay. I will let you shave me.”

He smiles like a kid about to open his shiny new toy and slides out of bed saying, “Stay here until I call you. I have to get everything ready.”

Again, what is there to get ready? You need a razor and soap. This might not end well.

~~

“Baby, come here,” he says letting me know it is time.

I tentatively walk down the hall to the bathroom. Big D waits for me outside the door, wearing an excited look on his face. He moves behind me, opens the door, and guides me inside. The sight before me takes my breath and tears form in my eyes.

The bathroom is dark, lit only by the three lavender-scented candles. I hear Sam Smith’s melodic voice singing from his phone. Sam Smith is my go-to guy when I am feeling romantic. And Big D doesn't share my love for Sam, so it is special that he is playing his music for me. There is just a little water in the tub, but pink rose petals are floating in the water. I like to keep fresh roses in vases in my kitchen and he must have borrowed some from my latest arrangement.

“Babe,” I say leaning up to softly kiss him, a little tear rolling down my cheek.

“I told you I would make this special,” he says smiling, clearing pleased with himself.

Big D still knows how to surprise me.

“Thank you, honey.”

After walking me towards the tub, he stops me at the edge and turns me around, lifting my nightgown over my head.

“You are so beautiful,” he says smiling his gorgeous smile at me while exploring my naked body with his big hands. God, I love it when he touches me. 

We kiss again and I feel his hand slide down to my mound running his fingers through my hair. He gets down on his knees and pulls my pussy to his face. I hear him sigh as he nuzzles his nose in my pubic hair.

“Just one last look and feel,” he says before standing.

I spy the razor and shaving cream on the floor by the tub. And the new retractable showerhead he just installed drapes over the edge.

A little nervous, I step into the tub and sit down. The water is only about an inch deep.

“Lay down, baby. The water is shallow enough not to cover your face. And I need full access to you.”

I lay back. The water wets my hair and backside, and I rest my hands on my thighs, anxiously waiting for him to start.

Looking intently into my eyes, he rubs his hand gently over my hair one last time. He sprays the shaving cream on my mound and picks up the razor, large fingers trembling just a little.

Here we go.

He makes his first stroke of the razor, starting just above the hood of my clit and gliding upwards towards my tummy. He pauses after one stroke, seemingly relieved. He returns back to his original spot for another long, smooth stroke. I feel the razor blade gliding across my skin.

I see his face, jaw tightly clenched in concentration, and feel such a strong connection to him. My husband is doing something very intimate for me. And I love it. 

After two strokes, he picks up the showerhead and rinses me off saying, ” Let’s have a look.”

His fingers trace the newly shaven skin and he smiles in satisfaction. I raise my head to look and like what I see … and feel. I love the feel of his fingers on my smooth skin. This new skin-to-skin contact feels amazing.

“You okay, baby?” he says softly, seduction in his voice.

“Yes, sweetie.”

He sprays more cream and begins shaving me again. He shaves two more rows before rinsing me. This time, the showerhead was aimed lower and I felt the stream of water hit my clit.

“Oh, God,” I exclaim, arching my back.

“What? You okay,” he says somewhat panicked.

“Do that again,” I say groaning. “I felt the water hit my sweet spot. Please do that again.”

Without hesitation, he picks up the showerhead again and points it lower at my pussy.

“Oh, God. Oh God,”

“Mmmmmmm. Looks like we found a new toy, baby. Let me flip through all the settings. Tell me which one you prefer,” he says as he starts turning the dial.

The intensity changes as he turns the dial. Each one feels different than the last. His eyes are locked onto my face. Gauging my changing facial expressions, he settles on the setting with a lighter stream of water. I am writhing in my inch of water, with my ass making squeaking sounds rubbing against the tub. I can’t describe these feelings. Very different sensations. I love my husband's tongue on my clit the most, but this is a very close second.

“Right there. That one. That one,” I squeal. As I buck up in pleasure, I see Big D’s big dick has sprung. I reach over to slide my hand inside his jogging shorts and grasp his hard cock.

“Baby.” Now it is his turn to moan.

I soundly stroke him as he pleasures me with the showerhead. We are quickly losing ourselves.

He abruptly shuts off the showerhead, leaving me breathless, and pulls his cock out of reach.

“No!” I beg.

“Baby, I won’t let you cum until after your shave.”

“Please, let me cum. It felt sooooo good,” I beg pleading with my eyes.

He leans down and kisses my pink lips, pats my pussy, and firmly says, “No.”

Pouting I lay back. He resumes shaving my mound. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal.

Taking my hand, he lets me feel my smooth, silky skin. I am pleased with the outcome. He smiles admiring his handiwork.

“That was the easy part, now I need you to put your leg over the edge of the tub, so I can get between your legs.”

“I don’t know, babe. That part might be tricky.”

“I got you. Trust me.”

I do trust my husband. He has never let me down. 

I do as he commands, and drape my leg over the side of the tub, opening up my pussy to him. He slides one of his big hands under my ass and lifts me, while spraying my pussy with shaving cream, using his other hand. He sets the cream back down and comes back with a razor. This is so intimate. And sexy. And indescribable.

I can tell he is really concentrating as he carefully, oh so carefully, navigates my folds with his razor. I feel the gentle stroking and lovingly look at my man taking such special care of me. He finishes shaving my sensitive area and reaches for the showerhead, looking at me winking.

I immediately tense anticipating the feel of the showerhead on my pussy. As he sprays me, his fingers wiping away the cream, I am on fire. Every nerve in between my legs is on fire. I can’t do anything except lay back and move my hips and moan. Every now and then, he flicks my clit with the water, causing my back to arch and mouth to squeal. My hand reaches over the tub and finds his cock again, squeezing him.

He continues stimulating me, then once again, puts down the showerhead.

"Noooooo," I complain.

"Shhhh."

His manly fingers softly stroke my newly shaven area. Tracing up and down my silky folds, his finger slides inside my pussy, stroking me. Then, I feel a second finger. I open my eyes to see him watching me.

“God, I love to watch your face when I touch you,” he whispers.

I loosen my grip on his cock and gently stroke him. He leans forward claiming my mouth, groaning in my mouth. He hits my hot spot with his fingers and I gasp in his mouth. He holds my face to him, not letting me pull away. I keep squealing in his mouth while we kiss.

We are losing control again, and he pulls his fingers out. This man knows me inside and out and can tell when I am close to cumming.

“Babe. No. I need to cum.”

“Sorry, baby. No cumming until your shave is over. Now flip over on your knees. I want you smooth as silk between your ass cheeks.”

“Oh, baby, I don’t know,” I question again, becoming worried, trying to picture his big fingers maneuvering the razor around my ass crack.

“I got you. Now on your knees,” he says in a sterner tone. He is obviously taking this job very seriously.

I obey and get on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air. I feel his hands rubbing over my ass, then Smack!

“Ow!”

Smack!

“Ow! Babe!” I yell over my shoulder but love his hand spanking my ass. He knows I love his surprise spankings. I see a pink very large handprint on my otherwise white ass.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I wiggle my ass back and forth wanting more.

“Oh, no you don’t. You will not distract me from the task at hand.”

He reaches one hand over and spreads one ass cheek out why the other hand sprays shaving cream in my crack. The cream is running down my crack to my asshole. While still holding my cheek out, his other hand picks up the razor and strokes inside my crack all the way to my tight little hole and back up again. He picks up the showerhead and sprays me.

“Oh my God!” I yell jumping again. He had adjusted the setting to full force, and it was quite a feeling hitting my tight hole. A strong, thin jet of water nailed me directly at my hole.

I look over to see him smiling.

“Other side,” he says.

He has become quite bossy in this new job.

He spreads the other side and repeats his process. I can’t wait for the showerhead again.

“Please,” I beg.

He points the stream of water at my asshole, with a lighter setting, and holds it there.

“Baby, baby, baby,” I moan.

Putting down his pleasure tool, he presses his finger against my puckered asshole.

“Do you want this?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes, please, please.”

And with those words, he slides his monster finger inside my tight space and fucks my ass. My head collapses down on my arms. I buck my hips and gasp. My hand reaches over the tub again and I find his monster cock. Stroking him just like he taught me, he loudly groans.

“Oh, baby,” he moans.

I am about to lose it again while he finger-fucks my ass. He knows. Big D knows me inside and out. And his finger leaves my ass and he orders me to roll onto my back. I flip over and my other hand resumes stroking his cock. Picking up the showerhead, he lowers the setting and goes to work on my clit.

“Baby! I can’t … wait … I am going to cum.”

“Cum, baby. Cum now.”

It is such an intense feeling, the water pulsating on my aching clit. I lose my mind. I work his cock in unison with my bucking hips, enjoying the sounds coming from my man.

It hits. I arch my back and scream. He continues his assault on my clit as I ride my waves. I hear him yell, “Fuuuuck,” and look over to see streams of white cum squirting out his cock onto the tub. Our eyes lock and he leans down to passionately kiss me. I roughly pull his hair, holding him down to me, not wanting our embrace to end. As my explosive orgasm ends, my arms and legs relax back in the tub. I feel him stroking my face with his fingers, those same fingers that just erotically shaved every inch between my legs.

“You good, baby?” he whispers.

“Yes. That was unforgettable,” I whisper back, hoping he can see my love for him in my eyes.

I gently massage his softening cock, while his skilled hands slowly roam over my freshly shaven skin.

“I like it,” he says smiling.

“You did a great job, honey. You can shave me anytime,” I say smiling back at him.

He lifts me out of the tub onto his lap, wrapping me in a clean, soft, fluffy towel. Proceeding to dry me off, I snuggle against his big body, pressing my face against his broad chest, with my arms wrapped around him. He gingerly rubs the towel across my full breasts and down my tummy to rest on the spot my hair used to be. Spreading my legs, he drags the towel up and down my pussy, soaking up the water droplets. I shiver a little when he grazes my still-sensitive clit.

I will never forget this moment with him. I pull his face down to mine and lovingly kiss Big D. With our lips still kissing, he stands up, carrying me to bed.

While he lovingly tastes my newly shaven pussy, the last thing I see before I close my eyes is the top of his curly black hair splayed where my hair used to be.