My wife trimmed my hair

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My wife trims my hair about every three months, a routine we've maintained for ten years of marriage. She calls it "giving my little head a haircut." In my experience, she always trims my hair when she's in a high mood and feeling particularly aroused. She's never offered to trim my hair when she's feeling down or on her period.
Today (Saturday) is a public holiday. The sun is shining brightly, and it warmly shines on our double bed early in the morning. My wife is nestled in my arms, kneading my testicles. Over the years, we've developed the habit of staying in bed late on public holidays, whispering sweet nothings and being affectionate. Of course, our hands aren't idle either, busy grabbing and tucking at each other, having a great time. My wife is playing with my testicles and whispers, "Your little head is ready for a haircut. I'll give you a trim today." With that, she gets out of bed, without even putting on her bra, just wearing a light pink lace thong. She dangles her snow-white skin and flies out lightly. A moment later, she returns with her special tools: talcum powder, scissors, a small comb, and a two-inch wide wool brush. All these items are wrapped in a piece of white silk. In her right hand, my wife is holding my Philips electric shaver.
I lay flat on the Simmons bed and skillfully lifted myself up. My wife deftly spread one half of the silk fabric under me, folding the other half up from my side. This half of the silk fabric had a hole, just enough to expose my testicles and genitals. My wife applied talcum powder to my genitals with a powder puff, then skillfully picked up scissors and a comb, ready to begin. Every time this happened, my wife would proudly say, "Nobody can do this job, no, nobody dares to do it! Haha!" At that moment, I thought to myself, "That's right, if anyone did this job, you'd tear me apart when you got back!" Fellow wolves, what my wife said was absolutely true. Nobody but your wife can do this job, or you'll be in deep trouble, haha! However, my wife's words were a bit exaggerated. I did have another woman cut my hair once, and my wife was quite helpless (more on that later).
My wife blinked her large eyes, completely absorbed in her work, oblivious to her naked upper body. Her two firm, large breasts swayed before my eyes, their nipples like two glistening grapes, radiating an alluring glow. Her slender fingers manipulated my penis, carefully trimming every part. My penis began to stir restlessly, hardening as if against my will. Soon it stood erect, veins bulging, the egg-sized shaft gleaming purple, its tip throbbing as if waving towards someone. My wife's technique was superb. She used the tips of three fingers of her left hand (thumb, index, and middle fingers) to pinch the coronal sulcus below, shaking my erect penis back and forth and side to side. With her right hand, she continued to trim it little by little with scissors, while her left hand's three fingers stimulated the coronal sulcus with alternating pressure. I couldn't help but moan. Looking at my wife's face filled with sweet happiness, I shouted, "I can't take it anymore, it feels so good!" My wife told me that it's easier to trim when it's hard, and besides, she likes to see a man standing erect, impatient. The more impatient the man is, and the more he tells the woman he's incredibly eager (it's important to say it out loud), the more aroused the woman feels, and the more stimulating it is. At this time, the man must not remain reserved. While I repeatedly said I was enjoying it so much, that it felt so good, and that I was eager to have sex, my wife calmly and meticulously trimmed the edges of my penis with the electric clippers on her razor, gently brushing the hair off my testicles with a wool brush. The wool brush brushing was too strong, and I trembled all over. My wife said that the pubic hair couldn't be too long, nor could it be cut too short. It had to look like it hadn't been cut at first glance, yet be perfectly neat and orderly upon closer inspection. Under her caresses, clear, glistening vaginal fluid seeped from the purplish upper urethra. My wife immediately used her thumb to dab the sticky fluid and slowly rubbed it back and forth on my glans (the frenulum side). I firmly believed that even the strongest man would eventually ejaculate; this was my wife's secret weapon. To enjoy the warmth inside my wife's vagina, I resolutely pushed her hand away. I knew my wife was enjoying the pleasure and excitement of foreplay. How much did her vagina crave it? Actually, I had already seen that my wife's thong was wet. I pushed her crotch aside and gently ran my index finger along the slit of her vagina. Her juices flowed down my palm and onto my forearm. To arouse my wife, I rubbed her clitoris with her nectar. Excitedly, she took mine into her mouth and began to suck and swallow. I
also tasted the nectar dripping from my hands. Our sexual excitement reached a point where we forgot everything else. When my penis thrust into her thirsty vagina, we both cried out in pleasure, followed by a passionate, earth-shattering orgy. Every time my wife trimmed my penis, I would reward her with a good meal, as a way of repaying her for her efforts.

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