"I see you shaved. Does that mean what I think it does?" You asked, arching an eyebrow mischievously.

"Yes, my darling wife," Ririka whined in response as Ririka laid with you; your legs splayed, aching desire exposed.

She had just gotten out of the shower, and as always, crawled into the bed naked to relax. Your sweet love got in bed next to you, showing you her cleanly shaven pussy. You didn't know if it's because of the extra handling in the shower that occurs when Ririka shaved, or the heightened sensation of the water as it hits her bare skin once the hair is removed, or simply just the association of a bare pussy and sex, but Ririka always exited the shower turned on when she shaved, and this instance was no different.

Laying on her side, against your bare body, she wrapped a leg around yours and pulled tight. Your knee bent and thighs parted, exposing your already swelling clit. She tucked her head against your neck and began rubbing your chest, dancing her fingers across your nipples. Each time she graced a delicate nub, they stiffened, and Ririka felt a little tingle between her legs. Your breathing grew heavier with each nipple pinch, and the gentle air from the fan, taunting your begging clit.

As your heavy breaths turned to gentle moans, she massaged your breasts, paying close attention to each nipple, rolling it between her fingers, lightly at first, then a firm pinch, causing you to elicit a little whimper as the pang of sensation coursed through your body. Back and forth, back and forth, she moved from one breast to the other, for what felt like an eternity, neglecting your aching pussy.

Sensing your urgency, she teased further, now rubbing your sides and slowly tracing her fingers down your stomach, pausing just before your newly bare bikini line, then sliding her fingers back up your body. Every inch of your naked body was acutely aware of her touch, the sensation so heightened, it was intoxicating.

Lifting herself up slightly, she leaned further over you and kissed your lips, a warm and welcome tongue parted your lips and slipped inside. Her kisses were like no other. She commanded your mouth and surrendered your body with each twist of her tongue. As she pulled away, your lips remained parted, a look of desperation across your face, and a smile across hers.

Sitting up further, she released your pinned leg and sat up on her knees. She moved between your legs and pushed your thighs as far apart as they could go. Ririka felt your swollen lips spread, revealing the wetness dripping like sap down the cheeks of your bum. "What a cute little pussy, so horny for me," she said slyly. Her hands finally reaching toward your aches, only to land softly on your thighs.

Once again her fingers began to trace your skin, each movement taunting your clit, begging to be touched. Slowly, you made your way inward and finally you traced your fingers along the freshly shaven lines where your thighs meet your delicate skin. She was so close, and yet so far.

Your movements were so slow and calculated, while every breath Ririka took released an uncontrollable whimpering moan. With the lightest touch, you graced her freshly shaven, bare, sensitive lips. Up and down, she slid her fingers along your body as well, so close to your clit between. Swollen and pulsating, Ririka needed her touch on your clit. She opened your lips and slid her fingers along the inner sides, offering a fantastical rush of both pleasure and the tantalizing closeness to your clit without yet touching it.

Again she moved painstakingly slow, up and down, sliding her fingers, each time she was near your clit, time seemed to freeze, the slightest pressure exerted on each side of it, just enough to make you think each pass would finally be the moment your begging little nub would get it's touch, only to be teased as the pressure released and she slid her fingers back down toward your dripping hole.

Your whole body writhed with desire, a moan for her touch escaped your lips.

"Please, YN, I need to feel you!" Ririka begged. She slid her fingers up once again, pausing on either side of your clit, and gently massaged. The bulging nub tormented by the movement of the smallest bit of hood it had not yet swelled past. Just barely moving as the soft rubbing on either side did nothing but tease. Her rhythmic massaging slowed, and she pulled her hands away entirely. "Nooo!" you squealed.

Another smile appeared on her face. Her fingers plunged deep into your wetness. She rubbed around your soaking canal, making herself comfortable. Your clit still ached from neglect, but the sensation of her fingers deep in your pussy consumed me. Slowly she slid her fingers back and forth, in and out, establishing a rhythm that your moans began to mimic.

Moving a little quicker each time, she was soon pumping her fingers deep into your drenched pussy, then pulling them back out. Your hips instinctively matched her rhythm and humped against her. She added a third finger, knowing she had teased your pussy into needing more. Now stretching for her third finger, your pussy felt full and each stroke filled you with carnal pleasure.

You felt yourself beginning to climb higher in pleasure, when suddenly her rhythm changed. She homed in on your g-spot, slowing her fingers and pressing distinctively harder on it as she passed over it each time she pulled out. A new wave of pleasure coursed through your body. You were enamored with the sensation, your whole body captivated by the new rhythm.

Just as you were being lulled into the euphoric strokes against your g-spot, lightning shot through your body. Rolling your clit in circles under her other hand, your moans amplified to screams of pleasure. Your back arched as your hips thrust up to meet each stroke and your clit pulsed under her fingers. Her fingers deep in your pussy focused solely on pounding on that ribbed spot, as she exploited your ultra-sensitive clit for the pleasure trigger it was.

With each stroke, Ririka climbed closer to the edge. Ririka felt your body begin to lose all control, first just in waves, then in a pulsating cadence. Your screams reduced to short squeals, oscillating in time with her movements, your muscles tightened, first your legs, your hips, your back, and your core. Your body froze as Ririka reached the top. Time seemed to stop; all movement suspended except for her thrusting tempo. In a euphoric rush, you were sent over the edge, body convulsing in bliss, gluttonous screams evoked from your lungs, and a sweet liquid dripping from your depths.

Releasing you from the grips of your orgasm she pulled away, leaving you dazed and panting. Periodically your body shuttered as waves of the orgasm lingered. Curling up against your limp body, she placed a kiss on your cheek, and nestled herself under your arm.

"How I love my wife, dearly." She whispered. "Always ready for fun."