Clare's Cuckold - Chapter 4

Clare was looking a bit sheepish, which surprised me. I thought she’d long since passed the point of feeling any guilt and shame over being a hot girlfriend. ‘Rob, I want to make a change,’ she said. My first thought was to panic that she was leaving me and taking up with Nick permanently. She continued, ‘I made the mistake of asking Nick if there was anything he didn’t like about me.’

‘Always dangerous,’ I said, remembering the time I’d asked my ex that question and she’d replied, ‘I wish your cock didn’t look like a frightened mouse covering its eyes with its paws.’

‘At first he said, “Nothing, you’re perfect the way you are.” ’

‘Always the gentleman.’

‘But I had to push him on it and eventually he said, “It would be easier to go down on you if you shaved.” ’

When I’d first started being intimate with Clare, she’d been completely hair-free from the neck down. I’m old enough to remember when shaving was a fetish rather than the norm. It was never a fetish I shared, so I tentatively asked her if she wouldn’t mind growing out her pubes. She said yes immediately as shaving was a pain in the arse – not anatomically accurate, but I knew what she meant.

‘What did you say?’ I asked.

‘Well, I couldn’t say no, could I?’

Er … why not, exactly?

Her sheepishness was replaced by a wicked glint in her eyes. ‘You love my bush, don’t you, Rob?’

‘You know I love it.’

‘Yes, I do. And that’s why I want you to shave me.’

And to think I’d been bothered by the prospect of buying my girlfriend slinky underwear to turn on her stud. ‘You want me to destroy something I love to please another man. I don’t like that idea at all.’

She reached down to squeeze my cock through my jeans and felt how hard I was. ‘Well, your little friend likes it,’ she said, with a grin. ‘Come on, let’s do this.’

‘Now?’ I asked.

‘I’m seeing him again tomorrow.’

I followed her into the bathroom. As the bath was filling, she took off all her clothes and stood in front of me. ‘You can say goodbye,’ she said. I knelt before her and kissed her hairy pussy one last time. When the bath was full, she climbed in and lay there for ten minutes, letting the warm water soften her pubes. She handed me a can of my own shaving cream. I squirted it liberally over the whole area and slowly went to work. I knew what could happen if you shaved too fast. I didn’t want her to have a crotch covered with bits of toilet paper because I’d left nicks.

Every time I applied the razor, she did a pelvic thrust to push herself above the surface. By the time I’d finished, there were soapy islands of pubes floating in the water. She stood up and showered herself down. I gently dabbed her dry with the towel as I thought she might be very sensitive. She looked down but couldn’t see properly. Handing me her phone, she said, ‘Take a picture.’

I took a couple of snaps and handed the phone back to her. Still standing in the bath, naked, she pressed the buttons on the phone. ‘Just sending the best ones to Nick,’ she said.

This struck me as a really bad idea. ‘You want to have nude shots of you out there?’

‘They won’t be out there. No one will see them except him.’

I couldn’t persuade her. She sent them. A couple of seconds later, her phone bleeped. ‘Sorry, babe,’ she said. ‘I’ve got to go. Nick says he can’t wait until tomorrow. He wants me round there right now.’