It had been a week since the cruise with my husband. The experience was something I couldn’t shake. I had come so close to fully cheating on that trip, but after all the groping and in one case, blowing a stranger, I resisted actually having sex.
And I regretted it. Kind of. It was complicated.
I kept thinking about it. The hands on my body. Seeing a cock that wasn’t my husbands. How it felt in my mouth and how sexy it made me feel. How good I felt.
I sat in my hotel room in Austin and replayed it over and over again in my head. It had been a long day of work on the road…but I needed to clear my head.
Stripping out of my work clothes I jumped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. I looked down at my body and my bush. The bush was a newer development, something I had stopped shaving after getting married.
I reached for my razor and started to shave. I shaved until I was completely bald. Admiring my work in the mirror, a giggle escaped my mouth. I hadn’t been completely bald down there since my early twenties. Not a hair in sight.