The Naked Body Is Beautiful!

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Awhile back – I can’t remember the exact date – my wife stopped shaving.

It was never something she liked very much, and given her hippie-influenced background, I’m surprised she ever bothered with it in the first place. But society has its ridiculous norms, and she conformed to them for quite awhile. But then, one day, she’d had enough. I guess I first noticed when she was getting out of the shower, and lifted her arm to grab a towel. She had a batch of dark, heavy stubble in each armpit.

I suppose she saw me looking, because she told me then and there that she was done shaving. She’d formerly kept her pussy trimmed neatly, but I also noticed that her pubic hair was starting to fill out more, growing in heavily around the entire triangle area of her crotch. Her legs, also, had a nice amount of stubble.

It didn’t bother me at all – and in fact turned me on – though I was a little taken aback by this change. Our male-dominated culture has long dictated to women how they should make themselves appear per most men’s idealized version of femininity, and I’ve never supported that mindset. Still, seeing my wife like that was strangely unsettling, perhaps because it was different than the way I’d envisioned her since we met long ago.

As time went by, I noticed that she seemed proud of her new hirsute state. As spring turned to summer, she started wearing tops with small or no sleeves, and would often expose her hairy pits while we were in public. At the grocery store, I’d watch the wide-eyed glances of other men as she reached up to grab something off the high shelf. And then, one day during an outing at the beach, I found it deeply exciting to see men linger around the front of her towel, surreptitiously (or sometimes even openly) looking at the crotch of her bikini bottom, where her pubic hair stuck out in tufts on either side that extended to her inner thighs. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that she was purposefully parting her legs more than she used to, allowing everyone to get a better look at her hairy pussy.

But the best aspect of my wife’s new hairiness were in more private times. The smell of her pussy seemed deeper and muskier. At night, when she’d straddle my face to have me lick her pussy and suck her clit to orgasm, the entire experience was more immersive than ever. There were days that I’d be driving to work the next morning, still finding her hairs in my mouth. I’d smile, feeling my cock grow stiff at the memory of the night before.

It’s been months now, and there’s still not a razor to be found in my home other than my own. Her armpits are now much hairier than mine ever have been (I, after all, never shaved mine), and her whole pussy is covered in fur that I love exploring with my mouth. It trails darkly in a line all the way up to her chubby belly button, which will make next summer’s beach excursions even more interesting. She seems happy; I’m happy; and any men who get the chance to see her exposed body seem happy too.

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