A Secret Revealed Pt. 02

For 10 minutes Beth stood in front of the mirror with brush and dryer, painstakingly making sure every stand of hair was free from tangles and perfectly straight. And as she dried, she would admire her nakedness, turning to the left arching her back, looking at her profile. Or, turning her butt to the mirror, Beth would give a little wiggle and squeeze her cheeks together. Moves that seemed inherent to any woman while drying their hair. At least, that is what the Erin Andrews tape taught me.

It felt like Beth was going to be drying her hair forever. What started out as an incredibly sexy show was starting to become monotonous, almost too common. My erection was starting to fade, having decided that more exciting behavior had been seen before. Still, it was Beth, and there was a very animalistic urge in me to drive over to her house and force myself upon her.

Images of bending Beth over the counter started to take shape in my mind. Holding her down, penetrating her rectum. I could probably find my way into her house fairly easy, having been there many times with Tom and inadvertently being shown where the spare key was. Beth wouldn't stand a chance. But, these dreams of forcing myself upon her stopped when Beth put the hair dryer down to her vagina. I hadn't expected that. My erection bulged.

She began to brush and dry her pubic hair, looking down while she did it to make sure the process was perfect. After brushing it, I was rewarded with an almost afro-like patch of hair in between Beth's legs. She squatted, almost like she was going to poop, and held the hair dryer behind her butt and up to her asshole. Putting down the brush, Beth ran her fingers between her crack and fluffed herself. I don't think she ever primped this hard for me, even on our wedding day.

Happy with her work, Beth opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She grabbed the trash can, placed it on the floor in front of her, and then she got onto her knees with her bush over the garbage can. Apparently she was going all out for her yoga instructor, not just with a shave, but a trim as well.

As she began to trim back her hairs, Beth went through a slow metamorphosis. Just last night, her excessive pussy hair made it clear that she was a mother and wife, unconcerned with the need to provide a trim and neat appearance between her legs. Now, as the hairs fell into the trash can, Beth slowly transformed her bush into that of a young college student. A sorority girl, conscious of the beautiful vaginas in the shower around her, wanting hers to be prettier than the rest.

If Beth presented me a tray of the hairs she trimmed away, I would have eaten them. I would have savored the flavor and scent that represented her privacy. Her womanhood. Sadly, she was not going to indulge me. Instead, Beth stood and looked down at her work. We both clearly appreciated it. I felt my slow rubbings find a pace that, if continued, would have led to a substantial orgasm. I had to pause and catch my breath.

Finished, Beth organized the bathroom and walked out, clean, naked, and dry. She gave off the appearance of that Sorority girl casually strolling from shower to bedroom, completely naked, in the hall, unconcerned and proud of her nudity. Wanting people to look at her. Wanting strangers to talk about the incredibly hot girl on floor number three.

Beth slipped into the closet and rustled around for clothes. I imagined she had a large supply of clothes to choose from as it was one of favorite past times. During our marriage it was almost a monthly chore trying to find out what she spent since so much of it was checks that never got recorded. It was hard to argue with the expense because Beth always made everything she bought look good. Beth was living proof that clothes don't make a person beautiful, a person makes clothes beautiful.

After some careful searching, Beth was done. She came out, still naked, and threw a blue top with white pants onto the bed. White yoga pants. What looked like the white yoga pants from the role playing last night. Beth apparently had found a good thing and wanted to stick with it.

She returned to the bathroom for her final touches. It was almost 11am and she had a schedule to keep. There never was much need for makeup with Beth, but every now and then, she wanted to be a knockout. The woman was head and shoulders above the rest. Based on the full arsenal of cosmetics she was placing on the counter, her phasor was going to be set to "stunning."

The eyes were first, getting a soft brushing of eyeliner and mascara. A gentle color was bushed over her eyelids, and her eyebrows got a gentle trimming. The position was almost criminal, Beth arching her back towards the mirror as her breasts swayed below her. The softness of her butt swelled in geometric perfection to the legs below. It was a man's dream to see a woman assume the pose.

Blush was applied carefully to her cheeks as she desperately did not want to present a clown like appearance. Then, the final touch was a heavy red on her lips. Beth rolled the lipstick back and forth, rubbing her lips together, flashing her teeth to make sure they didn't get any color on them. With a final smack, the five minute prep time was over. Beth was glamourous.

She walked with an air of confidence that the job was well done. Her bush was perfectly trimmed. Her breasts were firm and full, beneficiaries of the large quantities of milk she was storing. Beth's face looked like a woman from the cover of Cosmopolitan. Her hair seemed to float around her head. I could almost smell her beauty.

Back to the dresser, Beth admired herself. I could feel that I was getting close to an unavoidable ejaculation. Her body was naked and perfect before me. Beth's yoga classes had already worked there magic, but clearly, there was a bit more to yoga than what I imagined. What her husband imagined.

Satisfied wither her appearance, Beth grabbed her top and slipped it gently over her face, desperate to not ruin what she just created. Apparently she was skipping the bra for Ken. Her shirt was a mix between a normal T shirt and a tank top. Thin straps held it in place, with a circular V that hung to the middle of her breasts. A very dramatic cleavage was presented. I did not picture it as the standard yoga top.

Beth turned and admired herself in the mirror. The bottom of the shirt hung just below her belly button. A belly button with a very sexy, neatly trimmed bush below it, surrounded by a sea of soft, pale skin. Beth had a surprisingly flat, though not firm, stomach. She was not a drinker, nor a heavy eater, and her body showed it. Turning back to the bed, Beth grabbed the yoga pants and began to slip them on. She was also not going to wear underwear. I made a mental note to become a yoga instructor.

It was electric when Beth turned and began wiggling her legs into the pants. They were not excessively tight, but they were yoga pants. It took a bit of tugging and pulling to get them on, hopping on the left foot, and then the right. Beth's ass almost looked like she was trying to twerk. Her dark asshole made an appearance, apparently unshaven, as she bent down to gather up some fabric. Then, with a final squeeze, she pulled the pants over her ass.

With some bending and flexing, along with some smoothing from her hands, Beth was in her yoga outfit. She twisted and turned, smiling at herself in the mirror. Smiling in approval, but also smiling to test out her makeup, wanting to make sure she didn't screw it up. Beth dropped her head forward, letting her hair hang over her face. She ran her hands through it, straightening it, and then flung it back. Beth was ready to go. She was ready for yoga. But in all probability, she was ready for fucking.

I expected her to walk out of the room so I grabbed some more lotion. It was time to lie back and finish, let my mind relive the various images she presented me with. Maybe even watch last night's show again. But instead, she turned around and flexed he butt. She might have been dressed, but she wasn't done with her inspection.

Beth gave her butt a visual once over, twisting this way and that. When satisfied, she moved back and thrust out her chest, watching how her shirt hung over her chest. She flipped it forward at the bottom and then let it fall, tilting her head as she watched. Satisfied, she grabbed a bottle of lotion and hopped onto the bed, kneeling. I was beginning to find out why women took so long to get ready. There was always one more step to the process.

Squirting a healthy amount of lotion into her hand, Beth began to massage her stomach. I had always known Beth to be someone who wanted to be thought of as beautiful, to have people admire her sexuality and stunning features. But, I never thought she would primp herself, to physically pimp herself out and take the next step. To move from being beauty on a pedestal to stepping down and bending over the pedestal. Yet here she was, thinking of someone else, someone who wasn't her husband. Who wasn't me. Preparing herself for their violation.

Her hands moved to the top of her shirt and easily let her tits slip out through the loose cleavage. She squeezed lotion onto the top of her left breast and softly massaged her skin, squeezing the lotion from top to bottom with one hand underneath, holding it free from her shirt. Her other hand pushed down from the top, almost expressing herself. I moaned at Beth's visual milking, watching as she forced her nipple to pucker and fold between her fingers. She repeated the process on her right breast, molesting herself with hands full of lotion.

Watching her filled me with jealousy. With regret. With rage. I would have probably suffered through any request, any complaint she had in our marriage if she prepared this hard for me. My emotions began to transform as I watched more of her mammary play. Ecstasy. Desire. Lust. A willingness to act in a way I didn't think possible. To act out towards Beth in a way that I only fantasized about. I forced myself to stop my rubbings, regardless of how ready and desperate I was to cum. Sighing deeply, I grabbed my phone.

I really don't know what I expected. I fantasized she would pick up the phone, hear my voice, and beg me to come over. To fuck her. That she had prepared herself for me. That she was horny, her husband and kids were away, and she needed a man. That I could bend her over, explore her bunny hole, and hunt for her rabbit. Her orgasm.

The ringing of her phone surprised both of us. I was tempted to just hang up, scared that I was breaking some law. That I would be kicked off the planet for moral indecency. As she bound off the bed, boobs free, beautiful and alone, I let my other feeling take over. Desire. She stood up and looked at the phone. I did not get the reaction I was hoping for.

"What the fuck?"

Apparently I was the last person on her mind even though she was the only person on mine. She could have just let it ring. Avoided any communication and just left the room and gone off to her yoga class. But, when you have kids together, and a call comes unexpectedly, parents tend to answer the call. And Beth was still a mom first, despite everything I was seeing to the contrary. The duality of woman displayed in all its glory.

Instead of picking up the call, she just hit a button. I thought I had been hung up on, but as she returned to the bed, Beth spoke.

"I don't have much time. What's up?"

We were both on speaker. I had initiated a one way phone sex call, as her tone made it clear that in no way was she interested in talking to me. I stared at her, half topless, breasts exposed, unable to find an opening. My mind froze. Beth was back to massaging her breasts. I went back to massaging my penis with a fresh squirt of lotion. I was close.

"Hello? What's going on?"

Beth was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to do two things at once. Just like a person on the toilet, calling, trying to hide their actual location. Except, I was well aware of what Beth was doing. Watching her. Inspecting her. Masturbating to her. I spoke hurriedly.

"Hey. It's me."

Beth had too much on her mind to be annoyed by such a simple statement. She turned her back to the camera, examining her profile. She squeezed some lotion on her hands and ran them into her back, rubbing into her lower dimples, pushing up her shirt. I could see the outline of her ass that her yoga pants stretched over.

"Yea. I know. What do you need?"

Getting onto her hands and knees, Beth reached high up her back, stretching, trying to reach all areas. She was giving me what I needed without even knowing it. Beth's boobs and shirt hung below her. I stared at her ass, noticing the vague appearance of her dark pubic hairs and her brown asshole. Her bunny hole. I had to get a conversation going.

"That was quite the show last night."

It was vague enough that I'm sure she applied it to the concert. But, in my mind, I was clearly on a different subject. Beth bending over in front of me was making it impossible for me to come up with something intelligent to say. Her hands moved down her back, to her waistband. I felt myself tremor as I watched Beth pull her yoga pants down over her ass. I squeezed my erection, fighting back the urge to ejaculate instantly.

"It was all just for you."

Beth's sarcasm was unable to stir up any anger as I watched her rub lotion into her ass, spreading herself, putting her little anus on full display for me. Beth adjusted her body and spread her legs slightly, squirting a small dab on each round globe. She was oblivious to the show she was now presenting just for me. Her pussy lips glistened and I imagined the moistness was for me. I said nothing and masturbated.

"So, is this all you wanted...?"

All and more. With her right hand keeping her in the doggy position, Beth's left hand moved deftly over each check once more, moving the lotion to the center. Then, focusing on her crack, Beth gently slid her fingers low until she found her anus. A ruby red nail gently scraped the edges. Then, with a gentle twirl, Beth carefully inserted her middle finger tip and massaged her opening. I spoke, stuttering, eyes focusing on the ruby fingernail disappearing into the deep brown.

"No...do you want me to help...with Tom...today?"

With her gentle anal probing over, Beth squeezed her butt cheeks shut. Bringing both hands to her front, Beth leaned forward and started to make a worm motion with her body. A yoga move, I suspected. The one from last night. Her butt slid forward, flexing shut. Then, as she moved back, she bent her knees and thrust her ass high into the air, looking at her motion in the mirror. A move that ended with her pussy opening wide in front of me, clearly ready for sex. Her asshole glistened. I thought I heard Beth moan in the distance.

"Mmm. No. I'm fine."

Fuck. She was fucking the air. I could hear it in her tone. I just wanted the conversation to keep going. To listen to her have sex with nobody. With herself. With me. Beth wiggled her ass in the air, letting me enjoy her biological center, and then repeated the move. I could watch that dimpled butt repeat the process forever. My mind was mush. I again said nothing.

And Beth said nothing. Instead, she looked at herself, rolling her tongue over her lips. She was turning herself on, forgetting that it was my turn to talk. All of the primping and morning thoughts were catching up to her. Her vagina was red and swollen, ready for penetration. Looking at herself in the mirror, grimacing, Beth let her head rest on the bed and moved her right hand between her legs. She began to play with her clit.

"Peter...?"

She was calling me to get a response. I could offer none. I was struggling to keep from ejaculating. Trying to hold a conversation. Trying to think of how much I wanted to fuck Beth while also not letting her know how much. Any sentence out of my mouth would have ended with "I want to fuck you so bad..." Her pace was beginning to quicken. Her asshole was flexing. I kept it simple, wanting the show to continue.

"Yea Beth."

I was masturbating in full force with her. It might have sounded like "Oh... Beth...", but there was nothing I could do about it. Beth didn't seem to notice or care. And why would she, having absolutely no idea she was my little cam whore. Violating herself in front of me, probably unlike any self violation she ever presented Frank. Her legs spread a bit wider trying to bring more of her clit into play, causing her butt to separate and open. Her free hand made an appearance, holding onto her ass.

"I've got to go..."

Her breath was quick. I could sense she was getting close. I thought of so many things I could say. Wanted to say. Had fantasized about saying. Ordering her to spread her ass. Telling her to play with her clit. I dreamed of such a perfect situation, desperate to insert myself into her self-gratification. Instead, I fell back to my simple self, afraid of the consequences.

"Bye."

I hung up, fearful to say anything more. The opportunity was lost.

Beth's phone droned the dropped call signal satisfying her that, once again, she was by herself. The hand on her butt extended its fingers, each decorated with a long ruby nail. Her middle finger found her asshole again and pressed, quickly penetrating. Beth rocked her body to the feelings, holding her finger still in her anus, trapped between the stained walls of her bottom. Her pussy lips opened to the impending orgasm, revealing a dark birth canal.

Watching her pussy yawn open was too much. I ejaculated all over my chest.

"Oh, Fuck...Beth..."

I remembered her smell. Her taste. Her texture. I imagined myself climbing through the TV, fucking her up her ass while Frank watched. I pictured myself as the yoga instructor, pulling down her pants, penetrating her read pussy. But mostly, I just pictured Beth as I saw her this morning in all of her womanly beauty. It was enough to bring any man to completion.

"Oh...Elle..."

I looked in satisfaction at the woman on the screen, almost feeling like I had just gotten done fucking her. My penis flexed, appreciating the visual as it settled down. Beth was lost in her own world, clearly moving to a quick orgasm that a morning of primping might bring any woman when alone. I was just lucky enough to witness it. To invade it, physically and mentally. I slowly rubbed myself to completion as Beth shuttered.

"Ugh...Oh my god..."

I had hoped to hear my name. To once again be a part of her dark, inner desires. But, she erupted in a nameless orgasm, slipping her finger out of her asshole as she came. Letting me watch it gap open like Beth was going to poop, bearing down on her bowels as she pushed out her orgasm. Beth's vaginal lips and labia's fluttered with her orgasmic bliss as her masturbating finger moved into her wet folds, finding her canal.

"Oh...fuck..."

Beth dropped her knees to the bed and collapsed. Her butt swelled up, naked, with her yoga pans having slipped down to her knees. A flared pink slit was visible between her legs showing the massive amount of blood that flowed between her legs. Beth's face rolled back and forth on the pillow, settling down from her efforts. It had only taken Beth 5 minutes. She was apparently an experienced rabbit hunter.