[This story includes sexual activity between a dad, mom and their two daughters. It is all hetero.]
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Human beings are creatures of habit. I always put the right shoe on first. I always start brushing my teeth by brushing the molars on the lower left side first. When I shower, I have a habit of washing things in the same order, every time. When I got married I noticed that the woman I married has habits too.
When she dresses she always puts her bra on before she puts on panties. She puts on the nylon for her right leg first. Her purse always sits in the same spot in the kitchen. She always squeezes the toothpaste in the middle! The list is almost endless for all of us.
The difference between a habit and a tradition is subtle. In the family I grew up in it was tradition that presents didn't get opened on Christmas until after the animal chores were done. Animal chores? Milking, feeding chickens and collecting eggs, feeding the pigs and taking care of the horse are all animal chores. In other families Christmas presents are traditionally opened at midnight Christmas eve. One year, my Mom made French toast for breakfast Christmas morning. The next year we asked her to do it again and now French toast is a Christmas tradition.
When people get married they blend the habits and traditions from the families they grew up in and add new traditions they invent. It doesn't take much to start a new tradition. That's what this story is about. Tradition!
On our honeymoon my new wife, Donna, and I went to Florida. We got married in January in Chicago. So, we went somewhere warm. While there we spent some time doing things we had never done. Disneyworld, jet skiing, parasailing, and while driving around we saw a nudist resort and decided to stop in and check it out. It was our first experience of being nude outside with strangers. I worried about seeing naked women and getting hard. It didn't happen. I got a little excited but not exactly hard. Ten minutes later I was my normal limp self.
What my wife noticed was how many of the women at the resort had shaved all their pubic hair off. "They look like little girls from the waist down." She said.
While we were there I swam some laps in their large pool. My wife talked with some of the women while I was swimming and they talked about shaving. When the day was over we dressed and drove back to our honeymoon hotel suite. Donna asked me if I would like her pussy shaved. Actually, what she asked was if I'd like it if she shaved "down there."
"Honey, as long as you keep sharing it with me, I like it!"
She decided to shave. She sat on the edge of the tub and started to trim her bush with little scissors. She slipped backwards and fell into the tub. She wasn't hurt but it did scare her. Being a new husband and wanting to play with her pussy, I volunteered to shave her pussy.
Rather than risk another fall, I put a towel on the bed and had her lie on the bed. She positioned herself so her pussy was in the best light available, sunshine coming in through the window. I lathered her up with my shaving gel and used a new razor. It didn't take long and she was as smooth as a newborn. I followed the shave with an application of lotion and tongue. She loved how it felt and how she felt all the next day. She said her skin was more sensitive and she noticed how her panties felt as she moved.
The next day as we started our day with sexual play I noticed a little stubble. A one minute shave and she was smooth again. I got in a few licks with my tongue that day, as well.
That was nineteen years ago. Between then and now I have shaved her pussy just over seven thousand times. I don't know the exact count because there have been a few days I missed. Not very many, but a few. It is our private family tradition.
Between then and now we also had twin daughters. They were born the year we were married (ten months after) and are now eighteen. They have always known their mom was shaved. One of our other traditions is that we still go to nudist resorts and nude beaches and the girls go too. We also spend a lot of time at home in the buff. Our girls look a lot like their mom. She is five foot seven, brown hair (with auburn highlights, she would tell you), long legs and 36C chest. I think the same doctor delivered our daughters that delivered my wife. All three have belly-buttons that look exactly like a small push button. The girls are both five-seven, have auburn highlighted brown hair, long legs and 36C chests. I haven't told most people this but the only way I could reliably tell the girls apart is that Nicole has a small mole right next to her right areola and on Kelli it's on her left breast. I'm not sure they know how I could tell. Now that they are eighteen, they have different hair styles and that helps with identifying them.
We decided, as a family, to start a new tradition for Thanksgiving. Instead of staying home, cooking all day, watching football, and stuffing ourselves we would go to a resort we liked where we could let someone else cook, someone else clean up, I could still watch football (with lots of other men), and we could swim, hike, hot tub and party. Donna and I took the week off and we drove to the resort on Tuesday.
Packing for a stay at a nudist resort does not require four suitcases. In fact we got everything into two. One for Donna and I and one for the girls. The fact that all three women are the same size probably means we could have gotten all the clothes into one suitcase, but I didn't do the packing.
Wednesday was warm and partly sunny. We slathered on the sunscreen and enjoyed the day. We met some new people, renewed friendships we had made over the years and drank a lot of iced tea. Donna mentioned to me that Kelli's bush looked like she was ready for winter. I compared her look to her sister, who obviously shaved and trimmed the hair "down there." Kelli was ready for cold weather!
On Wednesday evening I sat in the club house with a dozen other men and watched college football. Ok, a dozen men and three women. Anyway, the yelling and joy was in the room as we cheered and booed for four hours of football. At halftime Donna brought us a platter of sandwiches, chips and sodas. Some other wife brought us cold beers. I had no idea what else my wife and daughters were doing during the game. By midnight I was back in our room and sliding into bed with Donna.
The alarm woke us at seven-thirty. It rang and I sat up in bed thinking, "I don't need to get up!" Donna had put the alarm on the dresser on the far wall from our bed. She got up and shut it off. I looked at her and had nasty thoughts for the seven thousandth time early in the morning. Nasty thoughts show up often in my head but seven thousand of them have been first thing in the morning.
Donna smiled at me and said, "Go to the bathroom and then bring that thing back to me in bed."
After I drained my radiator, I shaved. I have a habit of shaving both in the morning and in the evening. My dad did it. When I asked him about it, when I was fourteen, he said it was because he never knew when mom might want a kiss and he wanted to me smooth for her. I asked again a few years ago and he shyly smiled and said, "Not all kisses are on the mouth."
I shave twice a day. Life is uncertain.
Back in bed Donna ran her hand over my face and smiled. We kissed face to face for a while and when I started to move down her body she said, "Please don't eat me this morning. Suck my tits, use your fingers on me down there, but don't eat me. My stubble isn't nice and I want you too much to wait while we shave me."
I don't like to argue with Donna. After all, she didn't ask me not to enjoy myself. I nibbled on her incredible breasts, paying due homage to her areola and nipples. She made all the appreciative noises that I love and her hands let me know when to move on.
Her hands moved me into position so that her mouth could make me as hard as she wanted me. When that happened she put me on my back and rode me cowgirl style. I don't know why the rodeo association doesn't let women ride broncs, from what I know of Donna if they would put a dildo on the saddle there is no way a horse could toss her off! She rode me like she was working for the pony express and dinner was a half hour away. I held on and loved being ridden. I held her hips and then held her tits.
"Squeeze my tits, Honey! Squeeze me!"
I follow directions well. I squeezed her breasts and then used first finger and thumb to pinch her nipples. That pushed her over and she screamed and came all over both of us. A few seconds later I unloaded into her. She bent over and laid herself on my chest.
When she was calm again she said, "It's Thanksgiving. Thank you for being my husband."
"And, thank you for being my wife, girl-friend and mistress." I kissed the top of her head. We rested a few more minutes and she said, "Shower and shave time."
She moved off me and I watched as my dick slipped out of her, bringing with it lots of our combined juices. We showered, kissed and dried each other. I got the gel and a new razor and went to the bedroom. Donna brought a towel out of the bathroom and knocked once on the door as she passed it. She spread the towel on the bed and put herself on it, legs spread. At that very picturesque moment the door between our room and our daughter's room opened. I spun around, knowing only our daughters would be opening the door and not wanting my wife to be embarrassed to be caught in such a pose.
