Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

"You ready?" Kelly asked, waving her equipment.

"As I'll ever be," I said, shutting the door behind her. "Do you want a wine cooler?"

I'd been drinking them for an hour and had already worked my way through a 4-pack.

"Sure."

She tossed her stuff onto the kitchen table as she followed me towards the fridge and I handed her a wine cooler-peach.

"So when does John come home?" Kelly asked.

"Sunday," I replied, getting myself another wine cooler. "He'll call, though."

"I'm sure you're not the only one he'll call," Kelly remarked, taking a long swig of her wine cooler. "God these things are sweet-do you have beer?"

"John's," I said, opening the fridge and looking for the 6-pack at the back. "What do you mean I'm not the only one he'll call?"

"Have you seen the phone bill lately?" Kelly asked, finishing off her wine cooler and taking the green bottle of Heineken from me.

I shrugged. "No… but I know he's still calling…"

"I think I've figured it out," she said, opening her beer. "He's got some sort of Madonna/whore complex going on."

I stared at her for a moment and then laughed. "Ok, Dr. Kelly… one Psych 101

class doesn't make you an expert."

"I'm serious, Tara," she said, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs. "You know how he claims he doesn't like slutty women, right?"

I shrugged. "He's… conservative…"

Kelly snorted. "That's an understatement… but look at what he's doing with this Maria chick on the phone, and all the fantasies he's playing out with her. He wants his wife to be an angel, but he's got a secret desire for a real slut."

She had a point.

"Maybe," I said, reaching around her for the shaving cream and razors. "Come on, let's get this show on the road."

Kelly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the big corner tub while I ran the water. She claimed that my soaking in the warm water for ten minutes would soften up the skin and make the hair easier to remove.

"God, I wish I had Jacuzzi jets like these," she said with an envious sigh. "This tub is enormous! You could fit four of us in here."

"Probably," I agreed. Little perks like a nice house with big bathtubs was one advantage of John being such a workaholic. "Wanna come in with me?"

I pulled my t-shirt off and unsnapped my jeans, glancing back over my shoulder at her as I wiggled out of them and stepped into the tub.

"Hell, yeah," she agreed, starting to unbutton her blouse. "You don't have to ask me twice."

I turned the jets on full blast as I watched her get undressed. I was always so envious of her full breasts and hips, the way her body's curves were so pronounced.

She grabbed a ponytail holder off the counter and pulled her long red hair back before she slid into the water.

"Too hot?" I asked. I loved hot baths.

"Mmmmm no," she murmured, rolling her neck and sinking down into the rushing water. "Oh my God, this is sooo gooood."

"So tell me more about this Madonna/whore thing," I said, sliding down into the water, my legs brushing hers as I leaned my head back.

Kelly shrugged. "Well… the way it works is that he sees you as the angel, you know, the pure, sweet, kind of… virginal one."

Frowning, I said, "But I'm not."

"Well…" She smiled and winked at me. "Before you found the phone bills… you weren't exactly Miss Adventurous…"

"Hey," I protested, nudging her thigh with my foot. "That's not true. I tried to get him to open up, to talk to me, to tell me his fantasies…"

Kelly nodded, looking smug. "I know. That just proves it to me even more. He doesn't want you to know his fantasies, because if you fulfill them, then you're not his sweet, innocent little wifey anymore…"

I shook my head. "That's crazy."

"That's why they call it a complex," she laughed.

Watching the water foam and bubble around us, I remembered how much he had resisted telling me his fantasies. In fact, he hadn't really shared them-I'd just discovered them by listening to his phone conversations and had started pushing my way into that part of his world. The thought that he really might not want me to made me cold.

"What do I do?" I asked, meeting Kelly's eyes.

"Well… I actually have an idea," she said, and I saw a smile playing on her lips.

"Go on," I urged her.

She reached around me for the shaving cream. "Hey, I think we've probably soaked long enough for me to start… you ready?"

I turned off the jets. "You're changing the subject."

"So?" she grinned. "Slide up on the edge. Did you trim?"

I nodded, slipping up out of the water and balancing my bottom on the edge. I looked down between my legs, touching the bristly hair that I'd taken John's electric clippers to earlier today.

"I did the best I could," I said, parting my thighs to show her. "It's hard to do by yourself."

"I know," she agreed, peering between my legs. "That's why I'm here, remember?"

It didn't feel awkward. Kelly and I had been friends for years-we changed in front of each other at the gym and she had pretty much seen everything I had-plus she was very business-like about it, foaming the shaving gel in her hands and spreading it over my mound, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth in concentration as she started at the top with the razor and worked her way down.

"It's really not too thick," she murmured, rinsing the razor in the tub and making another pass down my lips.

"Feels strange," I said as she put her hand flat over my pubic bone, holding the skin taut as she started moving the razor upward from bottom to top. I leaned back and lifted my legs to give her a little more room.

"Hold still," she said and I gasped when I felt her fingers opening my ass cheeks.

"Kelly!" I held my breath as the razor moved around the sensitive, puckered hole of my ass.

"Just a few stray hairs," she explained, smiling up at me. "If you're gonna go bare, it might as well be the Full Monty, right?"

She rinsed my mound, using her hands to cup warm water again and again, letting it wash away the white foam. Her fingers moved lightly over my skin, brushing away shaving cream and water, looking closely between my legs.

"Missed a couple spots," she said, glancing up at me. "Will you… spread it open?"

I used my fingers to open my lips for her, glad for the heat of the bath that covered my blush.

"Thanks," she said, using the razor along the very edge of my lips, no shaving cream this time. "Just have to tidy it all up."

I bit my lip at the gentle pull of the razor over my skin. I couldn't really see what she was doing, but I could feel it. When I looked down, all I saw was Kelly's bent head, her full breasts floating in the water as she knelt between my legs. I had a sudden flash of memory-sitting on the toilet with another woman kneeling and looking at my pussy like that, eager and a little hungry.

"Now you just have to feel," she said, looking up at me. "See if you can find any pokey spots."

I smiled at her words, moving my fingers down over my wet mound. My clit twitched when my fingers passed it by, searching lower, exploring the newly shaved skin of my lips.

"It's so soft," I said in awe, even moving my fingers tentatively down past my pussy to circle my wrinkled asshole, now completely smooth, too.

"Find anything?" she asked, watching my hand exploring between my legs.

I shook my head. "No… here, you feel."

She put her fingers next to mine, slipping them over the now-smooth surface of my skin, exploring up and down my lips. I moved my hand away, feeling her palm petting my pussy from bottom to top, tracing that path slowly again and again.

"Feel anything?" I asked, meeting her eyes.

"Do you feel anything?" she asked, her fingers slipping between my lips, moving lightly through the folds of flesh as she made another pass, and then another. It seemed as if she was lingering at the top of my mound, pressing just a little harder when she reached my clit. It made my belly clench and my pussy tingle.