Chapter 7: Aftermath
It was over, but they both just laid there in that naked, hot 69 position. Jane's face was still at Shari's pussy. She was just laying there, on top of her, gently teasing her pussy lips with her fingers; a strange, seductive grin on her face. It was a look that I had never seen out of her. And Shari; the best way I can describe it; she looked like something had broken inside her brain. I know that sounds funny, but she just lay there with my wife's dripping wet pussy in her face. She just lay there with her eyes half rolled back, her mouth open, and her tongue out. Once in awhile her eyes would focus on me, and she'd look like she wanted to say something, but would soon just go back into that strange "gooned out" look.
Finally, after about ten minutes or so, Jane got off of Shari. Shari still just lay there. "Come on, my perfect slut, let's go to the bathroom. you need to shave my pussy as bald as yours. We have a lot more to enjoy." She had already grabbed Shari by the hand. Without saying anything, Shari just started following her. She then stopped and looked back at me, as if an afterthought had hit her. "You can come watch, if you'd like to Jason."
I guess there was no guessing who was now in control and who had hijacked our Nude-Cation.
I followed them to the bathroom, feeling the tension mounting in my chest as I looked at my beautiful, once shy, conservative wife. She was now bold and brazen, guiding Shari by the hand like she was her new toy. Something in me was fighting against this change, yet there was also a captivating allure to it that made my cock twitch with excitement.
Inside the bathroom, Jane helped Shari encase herself in the shower stall.
The warm water cascaded down upon them, washing away the crazy energy of their earlier encounter. Shari took a razor and a shaving cream canister from the vanity drawers and knelt down in front of Jane, who stood under the steady stream of the showerhead. She looked like she was bowing to her nude, newly crowned queen.
"Shave that pussy bald," Jane said playfully, her eyes sparkling.
Shari just nodded in approval. She hadn't said one word since the encounter. Shari carefully shaved Jane's nether regions with practiced ease. Once in a while, Jane would play with her hair, and Shari would groan in lustful approval. It was like she was in an unusual sexual trance; a trance that my wife had put her under.
I stared at them, mesmerized by the same beautiful woman I had spent nearly two decades of my life with, yet she looked so alien to me in that moment. I was having a hard time comprehending what was happening. It was as if my wife had transformed into a different person - one that I didn't recognize. She was behaving like a seductress, relishing in the power that she held over Shari.
"Are you done?" Jane asked. Shari just nodded. Her face was still so close to my wife's newly bald pussy. "I feel your hot breath on my clit. You want to lick it, don't you? You want to find out what it's like to lick and suck on a bald, wet pussy like yours, don't you?" Shari just nodded.
"Then, be free!" Jane exclaimed. Shari didn't even pause, as she plunged into my wife's waiting pussy; grabbing her ass with both hands, she licked and sucked with everything she had. It wasn't long before Jane was shaking and groaning involuntarily. She grabbed Shari by the head and pushed her face even further between her legs.
"Eat that fucking pussy, you hot slut!" Jane screamed out of pure bliss. I just sat there, still toying with my cock, as I helplessly watched my wife hump and orgasm on the face of my high school crush. After a few minutes, things finally calmed down. Jane pulled away from Shari's face and grabbed her by the face, in both hands, forcing her to look up. "Look at you, on your knees with my pussy juices all over your face! How do you feel?"
"It's so yummy." That was the first words I had heard from Shari since Jane had attacked her. Shari finally stood to her feet, but didn't get out of the shower. She just grabbed jane and hugged her tight under the running water, as they both erotically kissed. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, while their nude, wet bodies pressed tightly against each other. It was like they had been long-lost lovers, reunited after years apart.
The entire scene felt surreal to me. Here I was, still stroking my cock, while I watched two women - one being my wife of nearly twenty years - enjoy physical pleasure together. Shari had come into our lives to fulfill a fantasy, a threesome between us, but now my own wife had taken control in a way I'd never imagined.
"So James," Jane's attention was finally on me. "how about that cock of yours?" She asked, as Shari continued to kiss on her face and neck. "Are you ready for her to shave you? Make you as smooth as us?"
I looked down at my cock, which was still in my hand. "S-sure," I stammered, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I had never had a razor near my cock, but the idea of Shari shaving me, in front of my wife, was both terrifying and arousing.
Jane smiled mischievously and grabbed the shaving cream, squeezing a generous amount into her hand before rubbing it all over my cock and balls. "Ok, Shari, it's time to shave my husband; Be Free!" Immediately, Shari had ahold of my cock and was now gently squeezing it, as she meticulously shaved around it.
Jane watched, with a lascivious grin, as Shari's hand gripped my cock. "You know, James," Jane said, leaning in, "this gives me an idea. Why don't you bend over that sink and let Shari give your ass a nice, close shave. I'm sure she'd love to explore every inch of your body."
The thought of it felt both exhilarating and mortifying.
My heart raced as I glanced at Shari, who looked up at me and smiled, her eyes filled with desire. I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in to the moment's allure.
"Alright, sure," I said, my voice hoarse with anticipation.
Jane chuckled and patted my cheek. "That's my brave husband," she said, before turning to Shari. "Go ahead, my hot slut. Show him what you've got."
Shari didn't need any more encouragement.
She immediately dropped to her knees behind me and began applying the shaving cream to my ass. The sensation of her soft hands spreading the cool cream all over my cheeks was both strange and arousing. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she started shaving me, her touch gentle and careful.
Jane watched us intently, her eyes filled with excitement. "Look at you, James," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Bent over and completely exposed in front of another woman.
I couldn't believe what was happening. Jane had never been interested in anything but a couple of positions in bed. She had never been adventurous, sexually, even in the slightest. Yet now, she was a changed woman. My heart raced and my cock twitched as Shari continued to carefully shave my ass. Her touch was so soft and gentle, yet there was a certain intensity in her movements that left me both nervous and aroused."
And here's the final touch," Shari said, tracing her finger over the line of my ass, just above my crack. I shivered as she drew closer to the most intimate area, but her touch remained light and playful.
Jane just stood there and giggled. "Shari, you know what you want to do with my husband, so stop hesitating and just do it!"
Shari nodded and then gently spread my ass cheeks to start the final shave. I felt her warm breath against my skin, and her fingers tickled the sensitive area as she applied more shaving cream. With a steady hand, she began to shave around my anus, taking her time to make sure she didn't miss any spots.
"I can't believe I'm letting another woman shave my ass," I murmured, my voice shaking with nervous excitement.
Shari smiled, her eyes glimmering with lust. "Trust me, James. It will be so worth it," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to bring my heart rate back under control. I closed my eyes and leaned forward further, resting my weight on the sink. I felt Shari's strong hands on my hips, holding me steady as she continued to shave. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, and I could feel the hair being removed from my skin.
Then, before I could even register what was happening, I felt it. Soft, wet, and amazing! Her tongue was in my ass! Not just that, but her hands had reached around; one had ahold of my balls, and the other my cock. She wasn't just licking me, she was stroking and massaging my genitals with both hands, and it felt like ecstasy.
"Shari, you slut! It seems you like doing us both!"
Jane was practically purring. "I'm beginning to think you may enjoy being our little bitch."
I couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. This wasn't the same woman I had shared my life with for all these years. But despite my unease, I couldn't deny the surge of sensations running through my body.
Shari's expert tongue explored every crevice of my ass with skill, and at the same time, her hands stroked my cock and played with my balls.
It was a whirlwind of sensations that I had never experienced before, and I couldn't help but let out a series of low, guttural moans.
As I stood there, thoroughly enjoying Shari's attentions, Jane came up to me, leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "You like that, don't you? Feeling your old high school crush's tongue up your ass, while she strokes that hot cock."
I couldn't respond, as I was so lost in the moment. "It's time for you to come around to my version of Nude-Cation." Then she said those words to me; "Be Free!"
Something happened when she said those words; something I can't explain. All senses became more intense. Shari's tongue felt even more sensual; her touch made my body more sensitive than I had ever experienced. Her hands were here and there, massaging my cock, playing with my balls, and caressing my thighs all at once. It was a sensation that overwhelmed me, leaving me trembling in pure ecstasy.
The orgasm was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It felt like every cell in my body ignited, and I could barely catch my breath as the wave of pleasure washed over me.
After a few seconds, Shari had loosed her grip on my privates and let go. She was no longer breathing on my backside. I expected to turn around and see her, ready to kiss or hold me; to give a little reassurance that everything that had happened was ok; but nothing. It felt like they had both left. That couldn't be right? But sure enough. I turned around, and they were both gone; I was left, standing there, naked in my post-orgasmic state. I quickly washed up and went out to see where they had gone.
They weren't in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, or even the deck. Nope . . . they were in the bedroom. By the time I got there, I saw them, already entangled in sexual, nude bliss. How could they be doing this again?
I stood in the doorway, watching as my wife's hands roamed over Shari's curves while her mouth explored every inch of her body. Shari's head was thrown back in pleasure, her eyes closed, as Jane worshipped her with a ferocity that I had never seen before.
My heart was pounding in my chest, my body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that Shari had given me. But I couldn't deny the ache that had started building again in my cock as I watched them.