It twinkled in the dim lighting with the hint of moisture.She leaned in close to my face, whispering huskily. "Girls don't shave their pussies in this...family." I was mesmerized by herfull, delectable bush and musky scent just inches from me. She continued. "Pussyhair means power here. We take control of the boys and sluts in our familyand shave their pubic areas. Then we make them obey, just as we will make youobey." She pushed her crotch very close to my face. I could smell her scentand feel. It was pouring rain, and thundering so loudly my entire body shook. We laughed about how soaked we were as we got into his car. After the laughter died down, he looked at me the same way he had before he kissed me. That was some kiss back there, he said not looking at me but the road. Yeah, I replied nervously. Right then his phone rang. He looked at the caller I. Its my mom, he said to me as he flipped his cellphone open. Mom?…. Yeah, Beccas here…… No…….Ok…..Yeah…… Ill see you later. So then her friend asked, is there any way you think you could go again? I'll need some help, I said, and headed back to the bathroom. My wife followed me, and said she thinks I did that on purpose and am having fun with all this. I assured her it was an accident, and this time I would hold the cup over my cock myself. She started to suck on my limp cock, and I told her this would really work better if I could see her naked. She turned around and pulled her pants and panties down and bent over. An hour earlier we had arrived at a swingers club about an hour away from our house, it was our second time here, the first time we came we just chatted to other people and had a few drinks, we just wanted to figure the scene out, my wife Sarah got chatty with a guy but she wasnt ready to take it to the next level that night which was fine by me, it was amazing that she taken the step to come at all, a few years ago we started experimenting in the bedroom with toys to spice things up, we became.