Let's switch to a 3rd person POV and follow Marissa

Marissa watches as you leave the room and sit on the couch next to the kids, pulling each of them to you in a hug. Reaching for the paper towels, she first dries off her inner thighs then mindlessly, she grabs hold of some cleaner and begins cleaning up the floor. Glancing to her left, she sees some of her juices have splashed onto the cabinets and mumbles to herself "Jesus, this shit got everywhere!" as she wipes that off as well. Finished cleaning up all of her womanly jizz, she stands back up and gets back to the remaining dishes in the sink that she was washing before you came down the stairs, but this time, finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on the task at hand, as she can't stop thinking about the past twelve hours.

She can't believe how horny she still is! Her pussy still tingles, and instead of being satisfied by what just happened, she finds herself yearning for more. It almost feels like what just happened was only the tip of the iceberg, and a part of her is tempted to call you back to the kitchen to see if you could make her ejaculate some more. Thoughts that she had never had before start to form in her head as she stares at you in the other room. Oh god, I wish the kids weren't around right now so you would come back in here. I'd let you talk as vulgar as you want if you can make me ejaculate like that again. Do me from behind... Cum in my mouth again... hell, I'll even swallow for you if that's what it will take!

Her hand flies to her mouth, covering it in shock at what she was thinking, unsure for a second if she accidently said it out loud. Seeing no reaction from either you or the kids, she's relieved to see that, if she did say something out loud, no one heard it. "What's happening to me right now?" she asks herself. She knows she's never been the horniest of women, but she does have a bit of a sexual appetite. More often than not the, admittedly, infrequent times you and her had sex was typically enough to keep her satisfied, but in the cases where she found herself needing, she had no problem masturbating from time-to-time. She also knows that she's the reason why the two of you don't have sex more often. It's not that she doesn't enjoy sex with you, it's just that there always seems like something else is taking precedence or she's too tired after a long day of taking care of the kids and the house, so it's always been put on the back burner.

She also didn't think of herself as a prude (some of her friends might disagree), but she also didn't think sex between two people who loved each other was something that should be dirty or out in the open for everyone to hear about. She thought it should be a special moment, like the first time the two of you had sex. She had never felt more beautiful and wanted than that night, and that's when she fell head over heels for you. But something about the last twelve hours has started to change her mind. There was nothing special about the way you took her last night, but you were right and there was a part of her that enjoyed it. She wasn't going to offer you this information at the time, but she came as you were fucking her doggy-style last night and after getting back into bed, a small part of her hoped you'd be up for a second round and take her again. She didn't necessarily like the part where you came in her mouth, but being pounded into and treated like a slutty piece of ass instead of your wife woke something inside her, and now, fingering her in the kitchen and making her cum like that!?! Just thinking about it has gotten her all hot and bothered again.

Just as she finishes drying and putting away the last of the dishes, you walk back into the kitchen and get her attention. "I'm gonna bring the kids to the park. You'll have some time to yourself, so maybe there's some things you need to take care of while we're gone?" you suggest, glancing down between her legs, looking back up, and winking at her, giving her a not-so-subtle hint as to what you're thinking she needs to take care of. Giving her ass a quick smack, you grab the keys to your car from a small basket near the coffee maker, the head out the door with the kids.

She waves goodbye to you and the kids from the front door then watches the car drive down the street before making her way up to the bedroom then into the attached master bath. Marissa unties the belt of the robe and lets it fall to the floor, then slips out of her nightgown and stands in front of the full length mirror to take a look at herself. Marissa was never fully comfortable with her body and how it looked. Even when she was younger and everything was a lot "tighter" she never felt sexy. Staring at herself now, if she's being honest with herself, she can see that she's let herself go a bit since having the kids. Her thighs are thick and dimply, and her stomach is definitely holding on to some of the extra pounds she's kept since her last pregnancy. Looking at her chest, she says to her reflection "Well, if I'm going to be heavier, at least some of the weight went to my boobs." taking some solace in that fact. Eyes next moving down between her legs, she takes in the site of her pubic region. She doesn't think it looks awful, after all she's still shaved around her bikini line, but admits it could be a little neater down there. Early on in your marriage, she had listened to her friends and kept herself, not exactly shaved, but trimmed for you. Over the years, just like going to the gym and watching her diet, she began to do it less frequently until she stopped all together. She begins to contemplate what it is you want her to do and tries to decide if she'll really go through with it. It's just like when I go to get a haircut, she thinks to herself. I do it to look nice, so if that's what my husband thinks looks nice, then why shouldn't I do that for him? Besides, If shaving my pubic hair will get David to make me cum like that again, then I'll absolutely do it!

Mind made up, Marissa moves to the vanity and grabs your clippers from the counter top then sits on the toilet with her legs spread wide to begin trimming down her bush. "_Oh my god, I can't believe I'm actually going to do this." _she says to herself with the clippers paused over her pubic hair, then before she can think about it any longer, turns on the clippers and shaves a strip down the middle. Unable to turn back now, she takes care to finish the job, leaving only a close stubble behind.

Figuring if she's going to do this for you, she's going to make sure all of her hair is gone, she moves to the shower and turns on the water. Once it's heated up she steps inside and begins soaping her body down. Forming a thick lather on the lower half of her body, she starts first with her legs (after all she might as well make sure her legs are smooth too), before moving her way up to her vagina. She's never shaved this close to her sensitive region and moves cautiously, holding down her labia and clitoral hood so that they aren't accidentally nicked and slowly glides the razor across the stubble. As much as she wants to be careful, she finds the act erotic, getting more and more turned on as she goes, and is anxious to see what the final product will look like.

She manages to control herself and focus at the task at hand, and is able to finish without incident. Stepping out of the shower, she towels herself off then looks in the mirror. "Wow, that actually looks pretty hot!" she thinks to herself. "I hope David thinks it looks as good as I do." As good as she thinks her vagina looks right now, she wants the whole package to look good for when you return too and heads to her closet to pick out an outfit. She decides on a summery-blue dress with white stripes that falls just above her knees, that has a thin yellow belt that works to accentuate her womanly hips, and a low neck line that gives a peak of her cleavage. She finishes off the outfit with a white headband, large hoop earrings, and white sandals with a platform heel that give the added bonus of lifting her ass. After applying a little make-up, she looks in the mirror to take in the final product.

"Not bad." she thinks to herself, feeling sexier than she has in quite some time.