Body Grooming Reignites our Intimacy

After fifteen years of marriage and a couple of rug rats keeping us hopping from one sports event to the next, our libido slowed, and intimacy gradually declined. When Dan and I were lovers before we got married, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and we had sex much more than after we married and the kids came. The first five years were great, but I began to sense he was starting to get into bed and going to sleep right away more often than not. I guess, I wasn't surprised as my husband traveled some, and he had a stressful sales job with quotas to meet and people to manage.

I must confess, I wasn't as interested in sex either because I was often tired, particularly after the babies came along. I thought about sex when Dan was working and I was alone while the kids napped in the afternoons, but by nightfall, I rarely attempted to light a fire in his sleeping timber. On the other hand, I was not one to reject his advances when they came, but I was wanting more.

The strangest thing happened one night after the kids went to bed, and it changed our sex lives dramatically, and it was almost an accident. Dan finished working outside, and when he came inside he said, Anne, I'm going to go take a shower before dinner." The kids had already eaten, and by now they were ten and twelve years old, and we'd been together for fifteen years. By then sex had dropped off to once a week event most of the time, but sometimes it was less frequent than that.

We were still in the prime of life, quite successful, and into fitness; and I can proudly claim we both were still very attractive adults that worked out and maintained our bodies. That day when Dan came into the bathroom and stripped down for his shower, I noticed the hair around his thighs, lower stomach, and penis seemed exceedingly long to me, but I guess I hadn't paid attention for years.

Jokingly, I grabbed my scissors and said I wanted to trim him a little, and I think Dan thought I was referring to the hair around the back of his neck that I occasionally shaved rather than allowing him to appear unkempt when he was helping his sales staff with customer calls. He reached into his drawer and retrieved his electric shaver with the pop-up clippers that I usually used on his neck or sometimes behind his ears when I said, "No, Dan, I want to trim the hair down here," as I pointed to his flaccid penis.

"You want to do what?" Dan was obviously surprised if not shocked as I smiled and said you're getting to look beastly. I pulled over our three legged stool that I sat on when curling my hair in the mornings and said, "Place your foot up here, Dan, so I can see what I'm doing. I don't want to cut off the family jewels."

He lifted his left foot to the stool and I started with the rather heavy long black hair on his thigh. I pulled a clump away from the skin and some of the hairs were over two inches long, and I began to snip away to a shorter length half the size and asked him what he thought of the length.

Dan replied, "It's not something I ever see, Anne, what do you think?" I stepped back and said it may still be too long, but let's go with this length for now and we can see when we're finished."

When I neared his penis I had to lift it out of the way to trim the hair around his scrotum, and that's the first time I felt the "Lone Ranger" waking from a long hibernation. As I worked on his lower groin, I felt one of his hands attach to my ample breasts, and I realized this was a very stimulating session we were having for the first time in ages. Dan's hair was thick, and unlike some men, he had a significant growth of hair all over his penis and scrotum that I never realized before, and I began to clip the hair shorter where his leg was attached to his body trunk.

I heard him start to breathe harder and felt him drooling from his massive erection, and I knew he needed more than a haircut. I rarely provided oral sex to Dan, not because I disliked it, but because he was a "bury the bone" kind of guy. I remembered the first time I went down on him long before we were married when he stopped me because he wanted to drive his erection where he believed it belonged. I kneeled on the hard tile floor that was already covered with copious genital hair and softly licked his helmet, but I did not take him into my mouth.

Dan started to become impatient and said he needed more as he lifted me to my feet and led me to the king-sized bed where he undressed me as his flagpole waved from the movement of his body. He actually lifted me onto the bed, and as he laid me on the pillow he shocked me with a surprise I hadn't felt for years. He went down on me, and he remembered exactly how I liked him to excite me!

I always was excited when Dan used is index finger as his tongue entered my treasure box like that, but it was so rare and far between episodes I never looked towards this kind of a surprise. I heard him mumble that I could use a good trim one day, and I thought that would feel good if Dan trimmed me like I trimmed him. Before we ate that night, Dan had created a sexual session like we hadn't had in many years, and after he made me climax with his fingers and tongue, he provided the best missionary sex I ever received as he drove deeper and was longer-lasting than ever.

Our dinner was great that evening, and I promised to finish his haircut when he was fully recovered. Dan replied, "Not before I get to work a little on you a little, Anne!" That said, we called it quits for the night, but Dan held me tight as we drifted off to sleep with his flaccid cock lying between by warm soft legs. We were both totally satisfied and comfortable as we slept through the night.

Dan left for an overnight trip in the morning, but when he called that night and said he loved me, he asked if he could begin my haircut when he arrived home. "Why don't you see if the kids can spend a night with your parents tomorrow?" That was the beginning of regular evenings alone and two very happy grandparents that had an opportunity to spend Thursdays visiting them all summer.

 

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When I woke up Thursday morning, the kids were already packing to leave for Grandma's place for this was their day to swim at their neighborhood pool. I knew Dan would be home around six and he wanted to go to Logia's for dinner. I always shower first thing in the morning after the kids are off to school, but this summer I was staying in bed until nearly eight o'clock on most mornings. I headed to the bathroom and spied my scissors when I was getting the hair dryer out of the drawer.

I thought about Dan telling me I needed a trim, and I nearly went ahead and proceeded before I showered, but the more I thought about it, I decided he signaled that he wanted to use the scissors on me, and I knew it could be a way to get intimate again. I never did finish my trim or the shower either, and I figured I'd shower just before he'd get home. I always thought cutting freshly washed hair was easier in case he decided to use my scissors after dinner.

It had been a long time since Dan brought me flowers, but when he came in from the garage, he had a dozen long-stemmed red roses for no special occasion. I sensed he was in the mood for romance, but first, we went to our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant where everyone knew everyone. Dan changed into some relaxing shorts and a golf shirt, and I wore a new pair of white shorts with a bright red, white, and blue pullover T-shirt with an American motif. After all, the Fourth of July was only three days away, and I was hoping to see some fireworks of my own that night.

We had one glass of red chianti to go with our veal scaloppini and angle hair pasta with a tasty slice of homemade Italian bread with warm butter. This was our favorite little place to hang out, but tonight Dan seemed excited to return home, and I could only guess why.

We barely entered the garage and Dan mentioned he had a task to work on for a few minutes and he led me upstairs before he said he wanted to fulfill his end of our bargain and give me a trim. I grabbed the scissors and asked him to be very careful as he started to peel my clothes off my already aroused body. I undid his pants too, as I explained I wasn't nearly finished with him and maybe we could do this together. When we were completely nude, I handed Dan the sheers and he asked, How short shall I cut it, Anne?" I already decided it would be more fun to take this is little steps to allow for another try or two to get it trimmed to the correct length, so I asked to have about 1/3 removed.

He started above my pussy where the hair is easiest to reach and cut, and we agreed that taking a ½" off was about right. My blond pubic hair was a bit curly, though, and it was a little slower going than when I cut his hair a couple of nights before. He hadn't done much work before he was rubbing against my pussy lips with his little finger that stood up from the scissors as he meticulously proceeded to work his way towards my erect little clit. I was already secreting a small amount of love juice as he intentionally played with me as he pulled my hairs to straighten them before cutting the ½" off.

I was holding him by his balls with one hand and his cock with the other when I said, "We're not going to hurt each other are we?" He stopped cutting for a minute to rest his scissor fingers, but he started to slide his index finger of his left hand over my slit before he decided to go gown on me again.

"Can you wait a bit, Anne?" he asked, as he lifted me again and carried me back to our bedroom for the second time in three days. I knew Dan was being set on fire when I cupped his genitalia, and with the progress we were making trimming hair, this could easily become a multi-week affair. He totally satisfied me as he took me over the edge as I separated my legs to allow him to tease my clit as I stroked his rampant cock that wanted to be impaled as he rolled over after satisfying me orally.

I moved down to wash his penis with my tongue before I began to fully take him deep inside my mouth, and it didn't take long before Dan was ejaculating several ropes of sperm into my sucking mouth. We lay side by side as we recovered from an excitement that we were wondering why it disappeared for so long.

We were back to three times a week in the bathroom trimming hair until it was time to begin again and reduce the hair length. Actually, I shaved Dan's anus with a straight razor until nary a hair remained, and he removed mine the same way.

As I sit here writing in my journal, I'm thinking about having Dan shave my pussy area completely, because I remember how he liked me bare when we were newlyweds. I'm pretty sure if I agree to that, Dan will allow me to shave him fully too, but that could take a few more weeks. I'm going to wait a few days to see if it is the foreplay of working on each other with shears and razors, or have we reached another plateau in our lives that we are exploring. I'm planning to find out tonight because mom just picked up the kids for the night, and Dan called and said he was leaving the office. I can hardly wait!