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 My Hubby Volunteered Me For His Friend's Pussy Trimming Training

   Honestly, I don't care about shaving my pussy, one way or the other. 
And if you want to shave, I say go for it.  But one way or the other,
please...  I don't particularly want whisker burn!  (And that goes for men
AND ladies!)

   Now my husband doesn't usually care either, but sometimes he's in the
mood to have me be clean-shaven for him.  Then he gets so picky about it
that he's decided that he'd rather do the whole job himself rather than
`have to clean up after me.' Needless to say, I don't mind in the least, if
he is a bit obsessive about this particular task.

   Well, not too, too long ago.  My husband's friend, Michael (name changed
to protect the guilty), was over to watch some sporting event or other on
TV (not my idea of a great time, but boys will be boys).  I had been over
at a friend's place for a few days, and came home to find them in the
living room, enjoying the game.  They were so involved in the game they
barely noticed me when I came in and, well, I decided that I should do
something about that.

   After I put away my things, I went over behind where my husband was
sitting on the sofa, put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the ear.
He was slightly surprised and turned toward me...  which was perfect for
the nice, slow kiss I had in mind.

   Now Michael has spent enough time with us to know that we like to have
fun with our friends, but he had never gotten the full treatment...  and he
was also sufficiently engrossed in the game that it took him a minute to
realize that my hands had slid down my husband's chest to his lap during
our kiss.  After a moment he noticed that my guy wasn't paying ANY
attention to whatever the hell had just happened on TV...  and once he
realized that the game had lost one viewer, I think he found that he didn't
have nearly as much interest in the game as he'd thought he'd had.

   I was in a bit of a teasing mood so, after successfully getting my
husband's attention away from the TV, I just said, "Enjoy the game, boys!"
and left them to stew in their own juices for a bit.

   When I came back into the room several minutes later, the TV volume had
been lowered and the guys were talking about sex (surprise, surprise).  I
puttered around in the kitchen for a while, obviously eavesdropping, and
heard the conversation turn to whether they liked hairy, trimmed, or shaved
beaver best.  My husband gave his opinions to Michael on all three. 
Michael then confessed that he'd never tried shaven pussy.  He'd wanted to
try it with his girlfriend, but he didn't know how to approach the subject.


   My husband then stated...  in a slightly raised voice, so I know he
wanted me to hear...  that Michael should probably taste shaven pussy for
himself first, before making his girlfriend shave.  After all, did Michael
want his girlfriend to be uncomfortable growing it out if he didn't like
it? Michael agreed that that would be the best way to handle the situation,
but asked if my husband had any suggestions for someone who might let him
try?

   At this, my husband got up, came into the kitchen, took my hand and led
me into the living room.  He put his hands on my shoulders and told
Michael, "My wife will not only let you taste her pussy, she'll let you
learn to shave her too, so you can do it right for your girlfriend." (Now
THAT was more like it!!!)

   Michael's face clearly showed that he was hoping the conversation would
take just exactly that turn.  My husband then handed me over to Michael and
told him to bring me along to the bathroom.

   On the way, my husband explained to Michael that shaving a pussy is a
delicate undertaking that requires a bit of preparation for his true
enjoyment afterwards.  He said that my pussy was a perfect example since he
hadn't given it any such attention in weeks, so there would be a nice
little bush to practice on.

   When we got to our master bathroom, he told Michael that he should take
off all my clothes so that they could prepare his practice area properly,
while my husband started to run a nice, hot bath in our whirlpool bathtub.
Michael undressed me slowly, obviously enjoying the moment, and my husband
sat patiently to watch our progress.

   After I was jaybird naked in front of them both, my husband told Michael
that he should always check first to make sure that the area really needed
shaving.  At this, Michael put his hand between my thighs and told me to
`open up' for him and, after I'd complied, he gently stroked my pussy
thoroughly before confirming to my husband that I did, indeed, need
shaving.

   My husband then explained to Michael that the pussy hair needs to be
trimmed very short so that the razor doesn't get dull in the middle of the
process.  He handed Michael the clippers he uses when he has a beard, and
indicated that our bed would be the best place for this procedure.  Michael
brought a towel from the bathroom and instructed me to lie back on it.

   He took his time positioning my body exactly the way he wanted (I
could've pointed out that it really wasn't strictly necessary for my
nipples to be pointing exactly straight up at the ceiling, but he was
having such a good time...) and then sat down on the stool my husband had
brought from the bathroom.  Our bed is somewhat elevated...  I need a step
to climb in...  so he had a perfect eye-level view for his task.

   Before he started, he asked my husband whether it would be better to
comb my pussy first, to make sure there were no tangles.  My husband told
him there was no reason why not, and brought him my comb from the dresser.
Very slowly and gently, and with my husband watching over his shoulder,
Michael combed my pussy hair in a way that made me feel very well pampered.


   He was diligent in his work, making sure that every hair got his full
attention...  even instructing me to open wider so that he could work his
way toward my anus.  The light strokes of his fingers and the teeth of the
comb were delightfully ticklish, and he had to tell me more than once, very
sternly, that I had to lie still so that he could learn to take care of his
girlfriend properly.

   My husband came up onto the bed and held my shoulders, telling me that
if I couldn't behave myself, I was just going to have to let Michael
practice again and again, until he got it right.

   "Michael is my friend and we're here to help him in any way we can. 
That means you'll have to do as you're told, exactly as you're told, so he
can learn how to attend a pussy the right way.  If he doesn't learn how to
care for a pussy properly, he and his girlfriend will both have to
suffer... so behave yourself and do what Michael says."

   After a few minutes of this delicious experience, my husband told
Michael that he should move on to the clippers so that the bath didn't get
cold.  Michael put the comb down with obvious reluctance (we were
definitely on the same page) and picked up the clippers.  Before he turned
them on, my husband reached over and demonstrated how to pull my (now very
wet) labia taut so that the clippers could shave my pretty pussy as close
as possible.  Michael paid close attention, and then turned on the
clippers.

   Mmmmmm....  he was every bit as thorough as he had been with the comb.
After every stroke of the clippers, he would run his finger over the strip
he'd just shaved, allowing the base of the clippers to rest very, very near
my clit as he did so.  The vibration of the clippers was heavenly, and the
job was finished much, MUCH too soon, to suit me.  I groaned when he turned
the clippers off, and my husband said to Michael, "Are you going to allow
her to run this show, or are you going to do it?"

   Michael certainly didn't want to be guilty of letting a woman tell him
how to do things, so he told me to stand up and be quick about it.  I
wasn't very quick and he told me that he would have to give me 10 strokes
with my wooden-handled hairbrush on my ass...  5 for my `cheek' when he'd
finished trimming, and 5 more for not moving quickly enough when I was
told.

   I'm happy to report that Michael was just as diligent about correcting
my misbehavior as he had been about trimming my now-swollen pussy.  He put
me over his knee, telling me to hold on to the edge of the bed with my
breasts dangling for his viewing pleasure while my legs dangled over the
other side of his lap.

   He was about to start when my husband ordered me to spread my legs and
take my spanking like a big girl...  I was causing all this trouble, and it
was only right that I be punished.  I spread my legs as he directed, but
not wide enough...  my husband came over and pulled my legs apart rather
roughly so that my pussy was very much exposed for the hairbrush that was
ready in Michael's hand for the first swat.

   Michael slowly lifted the brush up and smacked my bottom sharply, making
me gasp.  He then stroked my pussy lips carefully, "To make sure that all
my hard work hasn't been ruined by your bad behavior," he said.  Swat and
stroke, swat and stroke...  the full ten times.  My ass and my pussy were
both on fire!

   After several minutes, the spanking was done and my husband was
reminding Michael that the bath was waiting.  Michael led me to the bathtub
and helped me get into the still very warm water.  My husband then
explained to Michael that it was very important for my pussy to be
thoroughly hydrated before using the razor, and that the best way was for
me to soak in a nice, warm bath.

   I also needed to be scrupulously clean, and Michael should consider
getting into the tub with me and help me bathe.  Michael was a bit
reluctant to get undressed "just to bathe a woman", but my husband stated
that I rarely met his standards when he performed this task, and had long
ago decided that a man just had to do what a man had to do.

   At that clear directive from my husband that everything was okay,
Michael stripped down to his birthday suit and climbed into the tub with
me. I couldn't help but be interested in his already-stiff cock standing at
attention.  (Hmmm...  I wonder if he would like to be shaved?)

   Michael was directed by my husband to wash every inch of me, and to not
be too gentle.  "She wasn't paying you the proper respect...  you need to
let her know who's in charge here." Strong hands soaped and scrubbed every
inch of my body while I twisted, turned and stretched on command.

   Though my husband didn't direct Michael to do it, Michael decided that I
needed to be clean inside as well as outside, and slipped his finger into
my pulsating pussy while my husband observed the action with a look of pure
satisfaction, from his perch on the side of the tub.  Then Michael
instructed me to turn over so that he could examine his results from a
different angle, urging me to lift my ass higher and higher until he was
satisfied with my bare, wet bottom well above the level of the water.

   He slowly soaped up his long fingers and thoroughly cleaned by ass,
sliding one of his fingers in.  He said he had to scrub me good and
clean... making me moan and grind my clit against his other hand that was
between my legs, helping to support me.  My husband warned me about my
impertinent behavior, and asked Michael if he thought I needed another
spanking.

   Michael told me to look at him.  "Do you need another spanking?" he
asked.  "No.  I'll be a good girl." I promised.

   Michael told my husband that he thought I'd behave, but he'd give me
another spanking if I was rude again...  a much longer one, and not just on
my ass (my nipples hardened almost painfully when he looked at them as he
said that).

   My husband said it was Michael's call, and that if he thought my pussy
was clean and soft enough, that it was time for the razor.  He explained
that a safety razor is the best thing to use for this task.  "Who wants to
lick nicks and cuts, right?  You want a nice, smooth finish.  After all,
it's about your pleasure.  That's the most important thing here."

   He gave Michael the razor and a can of shaving cream, instructing him to
thoroughly coat the area before starting.  Again, I was led to the bed and
positioned for Michael's pleasure.  He positioned himself between my thighs
again and, with his now-expected diligence, covered every inch of my pussy
with the shaving cream, making sure every hair was ready and waiting.

   Then, after waiting and watching me long enough that I was almost
naughty again, he picked up the razor and, with long, smooth strokes he
removed every hair from the area.  My husband again watched over his
shoulder, reminding him only a few times to examine his work carefully, and
also to examine those hidden areas as well, to make sure the blade didn't
do any unnoticed damage.

   Michael was a good student, and my husband was a great teacher... 
generously praising Michael with every stroke while he stroked my left
nipple with his cool fingers.  "That was a good, smooth stroke, Michael Now
make sure that the next one overlaps it by about half way.  You'll want to
go over every surface at least twice for the smoothest results.  Don't be
afraid to use your fingers, or even your lips and tongue, liberally, to
check your work.  Get all the way down in there.  That's right...  examine
every inch."

   Finally, Michael had removed every hair from my pussy and sat back a bit
to enjoy his sweet success for a moment.  I started to sit up (knowing I
wasn't really done, yet) and my husband pushed my shoulders back down
firmly.  "Have you forgotten that the point of this whole exercise was for
Michael to taste your pussy after he'd shaved it?"

   "Yes.  I'm sorry, I forgot."

   "Michael, it's up to you.  Do you think she should be punished for being
so forgetful?"

   "Honestly, I'm willing to let it go for now," Michael replied.  "I just
can't wait to see what that shaven pussy tastes like.  I can always punish
her later if I feel like she deserves it...  right?"

   "Any time, my man.  Any time.  And since your pleasure is the most
important thing here, you go ahead and do what you want."

   My husband went to get a warm, wet washcloth, and instructed Michael to
carefully clean every inch of my baby-bare pussy.  Then he brought over a
bottle of body oil I use and asked Michael, "Do you want to apply the oil,
or do you want to make her to do it while you watch?"

   Michael's eyes lit up and he replied, "I think she should do it...  like
an extra chore for being forgetful." "Sit up," he directed me.  He poured a
little oil onto my fingers.  "Rub it in...  slowly and thoroughly."

   I did as he directed, making sure to cover every inch of my freshly
shaven skin.  Michael and my husband watched every stroke carefully, not
taking their eyes off my fingers.  Every so often, Michael would give me
direction to pay more attention to a different area...  usually when my
fingers were drifting too close to my clit.  My husband always nodded his
approval when Michael did that.  "Good...  it's not her job to pleasure
herself unless you let her," he stated.

   "Of course, I'll be sure to remember that." Michael agreed.

   "Ready for that taste?" my husband asked.

   "You know, I think I am," Michael responded.  "Lie back," he commanded
me.  I did as I was told.

   Michael slowly closed in on my by-then hyper-sensitive pussy, letting
his breath on my skin excite me for a moment, teasing me mercilessly.  He
slowly bent down and started kissing and licking me, carefully staying away
from my clit (which was burning in anticipation), but tasting every inch of
my pussy lips, in and out.  After several minutes (hours?  days?) of that,
he slowly spread my swollen pussy lips apart so that he had clear access to
my clit.  He lowered his mouth onto my clit and slowly grazed it with first
his lips, then gently with his teeth.

   At the first touch of his teeth, I exploded.  I couldn't help it, it
felt soooo wonderful!

   When I was done, I was anticipating a reprimand for not waiting.  My
husband always insists that, after he has taken care of me this way, it's
my duty to allow him to cum first, and as many times as he wants, before I
cum.  But Michael just said, "Thank you.  A pussy-load of cum, all for me!"
and he dove in, getting every drop.

   My husband sat watching us, smiling at our enjoyment, and rubbing his
cock slowly through his opened zipper.  "Michael, I know I only mentioned
that you should taste shaven pussy before you make your girlfriend shave,
but you really should also try sliding your cock into a shaven pussy... 
just to make sure you like it..."

   Always the obedient student Michael followed my husband's suggestion. 
He fucked me really good.  Gentle at first...  then pounding me through a
couple orgasms before he squirted his load into me.

   All in all, it was a fun afternoon for all of us.