"I love your haircut," I said, gazing down at my wife's newly trimmed pubic mound. It was completely smooth. Like many of the other nudist women at th... club who shaved their pussies, the slit separating the two sides of her vulva was conspicuous—for the first time since I'd known her. This gave her an even more naked, more sexually bold appearance. I liked it, and I ran my fingers down her smooth mound, tracing the slit with my tips, enjoying the fullness of the flesh I loved to touch. It was. He felt the shiver reverberate through his hands, up his arms, through his body, as if it were his own action. He felt a stirring within. He wanted her. Despite his warning she tripped on the first step of what actually was half a dozen which led to a wooden porch. She would have landed on her knees and palms had his instincts not taken over so quickly, encircling her waist with one lean, hard arm. He righted her and they continued the climb until reaching a door. When they stopped walking he. She reached over and pulled out his cock and stroked him there on my couch while she slid her tongue in and out of my mouth. We knew the awkward time was over, and headed up to the bedroom. She went into the restroom, and as she was there the husband and I started to undress. I left my underwear on until she came to the room, and there were soon ripped off my waist so she could see my cock. I was a little nervous and was only semi-hard, but he was standing at full attention. She sat on the bed. Many not so familiar. "Damn is she flexible!" Thought Jessie. They even did plain vanilla missionary. Jessie was frantic, her life had been centeredaround serving Him and being tormented by Him for so long being ignored feltweird. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or upset. Finally He was done and left the dungeon. Brandilay where she had been left for a few minutes, gasping for breath. Slowly,exhausted as she was, she got up and crawled toward Jessie. Their eyes were locked, Jessie was.