Wife's Best Present Ever - Sex Stories

Wife's Best Present Ever

... naked in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her own nakedness. "Beautiful," I said. "You look good enough to eat." She smiled and spun around. "Yep, from every angle," I said.

"You sure you can do this?" she asked as she stood in front of the mirror, her hands down at her sides.

"I know I want to give you a gift you will remember," I said, "and I am sure you will remember this one." She looked at me and smiled. "You told Sally about Julian?" I said.

"She is my sister," she said softly.

"And I'm glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn't know," I said. "Tell me, baby," I said, "will you tell me all about it? You know, share it with me?"

"That's what you'd like?" she said.

"It would be like we are experiencing it together," I said. "It is actually exciting to think of you enjoying yourself sexually. That surprises me, but it is true. Seriously." She shrugged and nodded, as if she understood. I didn't understand, so how could she? I simply knew it was true, but I didn't understand why. I had read about men who shared their wives, but I wasn't sure about the mechanics. I knew what a cuckold was, and I did not think that applied to me. What I knew about cuckolds was sketchy, but they seemed to be a group I didn't belong to.

The next day I asked Claire if I could help her get ready for her date. She gave a funny look and said she couldn't believe she was getting ready for a date. "That is exactly what I was thinking," I said, "and I just asked if I could help you." We ...

... looked at one another and smiled. "So, you want me to shave you?" I said.

We laughed and she undressed and sat on the edge of the tub. She sat with her legs apart and I got out my shaving cream and applied a good amount to her mound. Being very careful, I shaved off the foam and when I was done I wiped off what was left and powdered her hairless pussy.

Claire laughed. "Do guys like that?" she asked.

"Don't know about all guys, but I do," I said. The smooth and bare pussy look has always been my favorite. "I am not a hairy pussy kind of guy," I said. When we finished in the bathroom we went to her closet to pick out an outfit to wear to the Marriott. I was sure she wouldn't be wearing it for long, however.

We both agreed she should wear her blue summer dress that came just above her knees. I suggested she wear no panties and no bra. She liked that idea. I wanted her to be as naked as possible, and with only the dress on all he would have to do is lift off the dress and she'd be nude and natural and ready.

I took Claire to the Marriott that Friday night and left her in the lobby. I saw her go in and head right to the bar where she would meet Julian. As she walked in I found myself thinking she looked like a pretty good gift herself. The fact she was there to accept my birthday present for the ages made me smile to myself.

I planned to pick her up Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock. I figured she would be tired and would probably go right back to bed. Two days and ...