I used my lather brush to soap her pubes and I couldn't fail to notice the moisture clinging to her pussy lips,"You're very wet" I said accusingly and... she laughed,"Of course I'm wet, I'm excited, now take a photograph of me like this, I want to send it to him, a sort of before and after" You mean you want me to take another one after I've shaved you?" Oh no, I'll let him do that, I want one of his spunk dripping out of my pussy"I snapped the picture and them concentrated on shaving her precious. I wanted to suck his cock. Fuck. Fuck! My hand went to his sheath, then quickly no, away, rubbing my hand against my skin. Why was I so lonely? Why was I like this? These dogs were so happy, they didn’t deserve this. I thought of Tut, and his serious, unchanging expression, that heavy, muscular and drooping body, and those beedy eyes, that glossy look that looked everywhere and nowhere, and I didn’t know if it was looking at me or not. I wanted to have sex with him. With both of them. I wasn’t. My wife knew it. She was really only arguing as a way to distract her thoughts from the inevitable shame she was about to experience anyway.“Stand up” Dean said. “What????” refuted my wife.“Stand up and show us while you take them off. You lost, now be a good sport about it”He wasn’t done with his attempts to objectify her “Fifty bucks says she’s shaved.” The rest of the guys weren’t that prepared to discuss that topic openly in front of my wife. Unlike Dean, they had far more respect for her. She also tried to give him a bit of a hint about what she had in mind by asking him if he had a new box of condoms that he could bring along, too."Condoms? Did you say condoms, Lauren?" her boyfriend asked as he couldn't believe that his girlfriend had even hinted that she might be willing for him to fuck her."Yes, silly, condoms. Like the thing you use to put on your dick when you have sex so you won't get me pregnant?" Lauren said as she laughed and realized that she'd pretty well shown her.