They sat and read. Each had their own book. The house was silent except for the occasional page turn. She read on and on. She felt him looking at her. She looked up from the page she had just been reading. She stared at him without speaking, waiting for him to speak.
"Have you ever shaved your cunt?" he asked her boldly.
It did not cross her mind as odd or peculiar as she answered him, "Yes. I haven't done it in awhile."
"May I do it for you?"
"Yeah, sure. Right now?"
"Yes, I will get everything ready and call you over." he told her.
She pretended to read as she saw him walk past her with a clean towel. A large bowl full of water. A chair. Shaving cream. A new razor. Finally, he said, "I am ready. Are you?"
"Yes." She replied and stood to follow him into their bedroom.
"Take your panties off and put your ass at the foot of our bed. Spread your legs and put your feet on my shoulders." He commanded.