Dreamhome

The house was a beautiful old-fashioned timber two-storey place with a huge block of land surrounded by trees on three sides. When Frank and Michelle first saw the house, they both agreed it was a bargain for the price it was on the market for. It was in very good condition, quite clean, and surprisingly well insulated. The real-estate agent told them that all the windows were double-glazed, and the previous owner had been supposedly obsessed about quiet. Despite the old-fashioned external appearance of the house, inside it was a modern luxurious design with a large master suite that had a very high ceiling. They decided that they liked it a lot, but since it was so cheap, Frank went and did some checking.

"...Previous owner disappeared", Frank told her a few days later, "about eight years ago...court decided he was dead, and ordered the house put on the market. He had no known relatives either."

"Eew!", Michelle commented, "Hope his body isn't hidden inside somewhere..."

"What?...Oh no...you don't have to worry about that", Frank said, "The case was thoroughly investigated by the police, but they never found a clue what happened to him. There's rumours though that the guy came into a lot of money from somewhere illegal, and when the taxmen came knocking, he ran for cover. Or that the people he got the money from, wanted it back. There's also stories of him living a playboy lifestyle just before he disappeared too."

Well, despite these stories, Frank and Michelle bought the house and about two months later they moved in.

Rather than have a truly hectic big move on a single day, they spread the moving-in over three days. There wasn't a lot of furniture, since their previous residence had been a two-bedroom apartment, but Frank did have a lot of boxes of books, and Michelle had heaps of clothing as well. The house was huge, probably a lot larger than they'd actually wanted, but it was the best bargain they'd seen anywhere, too good to miss the chance. Later on, they wanted to have children anyway, and the house had seemed to draw them towards it. Almost as if it was saying to them, buy me...you want to live here.

Finally, on the Sunday, Michelle and Frank moved in the last of their things and looked around at all the boxes that would need to be unpacked, and furniture that wasn't quite in the place they wanted. Frank began taking his stuff upstairs and setting up his office in one of the four upstairs bedrooms. Michelle began unpacking all of her clothes and placing them in the big walk-in-closet adjacent to the master bedroom. She could hear Frank going up and down the stairs, but neither of them talked much to each other for awhile, both being too busy with their own tasks.

As Michelle unpacked the cardboard boxes full of clothing, she slowly grew aware of a warm welcoming feeling to the place, as if the whole house was saying to her, welcome...welcome...I'm glad you're here.

Sometimes during that day, as Michelle moved around the large house, it felt as if she was being watched, and that spooked her a little. She didn't mention the feeling to Frank though, because he would probably dismiss it as mere paranoia...besides, the place did seem so nice and comfortable. When it started to become dark, Frank suggested they order pizza for delivery rather than eating-out, so despite the lack of food in the house (since it was their first day) they could at least have a small house-warming dinner on the first night at their new house. Michelle agreed, so about seven'o'clock they sat down in the living room and watched the wood burning in the fireplace as they snuggled up together and shared pizza. It may have been a simple thing, but it was one of the most romantic experiences that Michelle had shared with Frank since they'd married two years before.

When they retired to bed that night in the huge master bedroom, Frank wanted a bit more than merely a cuddle, but Michelle was just too tired from all the unpacking. Besides it was too much bother to undress again, even if only to remove the flannel pyjamas that she always wore to bed. Frank gave up as quickly as he usually did, leaving Michelle to go to sleep without any further annoyance.

The next morning when Michelle awoke, she felt full of energy, more vibrant and alive than she'd ever felt before. She'd apparently had a very good sleep, and the quietude of the house's location far away from any neighbours had helped her to sleep soundly. She noticed by the emptiness beside her that Frank had already awoken earlier and gotten-up, leaving Michelle to sleep. She missed him though, like an ache, a need for him, and was surprised to realize that she was feeling horny. Michelle could feel the slippery wetness "down-there" was making the bedsheet damp. Curious, she reached down with her right hand to check herself and discovered her pyjama trousers and panties were gone. Naturally, Michelle was a bit annoyed at this, and figured that Frank must've removed them while she slept. She searched blindly with her hands and feet under the blankets but couldn't find the missing trousers or panties. Frustrated by this, and yet distracted somewhat by her arousal, Michelle bent and looked down at the side of the bed, and found her panties and pyjama trousers crumpled-up on the polished timber floor beside the bed.

Damn it Frank!, Michelle thought a little angrily, You shouldn't have taken them off like that and dumped them on the floor while I slept...My panties will be dirty now...

Michelle stretched then as she prepared to get-up, and noticed that her breasts felt a bit heavy. Her nipples were sensitive too; the rubbing against the soft flannel of her pyjama top felt kinda nice. She touched them through the cloth with her hands, finding her nipples hard and erect. She was still wet "down-there" too, and feeling needy for Frank. Michelle so rarely had any interest in sex normally that she wasn't too sure what to do about the situation; certainly she wasn't going to come onto Frank...she didn't want him to think that she was sluttish.

She finally stood up, and saw her reflection in her dressing-table mirror, with the flannel pyjama top all scrunched-up so that it didn't cover her much at all. She could see the triangle of hair at the space between the top of her thighs; she wasn't certain, but there was something different maybe...the shade was perhaps more brownish than her normal black, and the hair didn't seem to be as bushy and long, but rather shorter and finer. Maybe it just changed colour a little with diet, or less stress, or something, Michelle thought vaguely then shrugged. It wasn't that important. She noticed that her normally bob-cut head-hair was getting a bit long too, and it also seemed to have faded in shade so it was not-quite-black.

I need a haircut, Michelle thought, and maybe the sun is bleaching my hair...

She picked up her pyjama trousers and panties from the floor then placed the panties on the bed. For a moment, Michelle thought about getting some clean panties to wear, but then it just seemed too much bother, so she put on the pyjama trousers only. The feeling was kind of naughty, because she'd never worn them without underwear before. Then Michelle went to the bathroom to wash her face.

In the bathroom, she saw Frank's razor laying by the sink, and for some reason seeing it triggered an odd thought; Frank shaved his face everyday because Michelle didn't like it when he got all grizzly & untidy looking, so what would it be like if she shaved herself "down-there"...everyday...wouldn't it look so nice and clean and youthful and neat? The image of her girl-slit exposed and absolutely devoid of any obscuring messy, dirty, disgusting hair rose in Michelle's mind unbidden.

She shook her head, resisting the most uncharacteristic thought.

No way!

Michelle quickly washed her face, and then dried herself with a hand-towel. The image of her girl-slit being bald and utterly hairless again rose in her mind, almost insistently, but Michelle pushed the odd idea down and tried to forget about it despite the tingle of excitement that seemed to be associated with the idea. Annoyed and dismayed, Michelle shook her head again to dismiss the idea, and then left the bathroom.

When she walked into the kitchen, Frank was preparing breakfast for both of them, and had just readied two cups of hot coffee. Seeing him, Michelle again was reminded of her need for him that morning, and she involuntarily felt herself tighten inside in a pleasing way. Without really wanting to, she glanced downward towards his groin and noticed the obvious masculine bulge in his denim jeans. The image of his big cock and heavy balls hidden there rose in her mind, surprising in the clarity for a moment, and Michelle felt the vague urge to reach-out and caress Frank's manhood with her hands. She resisted it, and wondered at the smutty thoughts that seemed to beset her this morning.

"Good morning my pussy", Frank said, "Did you have a nice sleep?"

Michelle's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "What did you just call me?"

Frank looked confused at her outburst, but replied in a calm voice, "I said good morning, did you have a nice sleep?...What's wrong with you this morning? You're face is all flushed, and you've got a strange look in your eyes."

"Sorry, I just thought that you said something else", Michelle answered simply.

"You must be still very sleepy too", Frank said, "You don't normally come to breakfast in your pyjamas on a cold morning."

Michelle frowned, as she didn't feel cold, and what Frank said was true. It was a bit unusual for her to wear pyjamas after getting up for the day. Oh well...she'd get dressed later.

"I don't feel cold at all", she commented, while her eyes seemed to be pulled downward to Frank's bulging groin again.

"Yeah? It's only about a couple of degrees above freezing outside", Frank said as he turned away and sat down at the table.

Michelle felt an unexpected twinge of disappointment that she couldn't see the bulge of his groin anymore.

"...I looked outside this morning and there was even frost on the ground", Frank continued.

"Oh", was all Michelle could think to say in response. She was feeling a little light-headed, so she sat down.

The rest of their breakfast together continued without incident, although the stray erotic stirrings kept cropping-up in Michelle's mind everytime she saw even a glimpse of Frank's groin, and her wetness "down-there" started to embarrass her. Immediately after breakfast, she decided to have a shower to clean herself up. She hoped Frank hadn't noticed her odd behaviour.

Undressing in the ensuite bathroom next to the master bedroom, Michelle noticed that Frank's razor and shaving-cream were no longer by the sink. She thought that he must've tidied-up, and was quite pleased with that. She put the pyjamas into the dirty-clothes basket, then turned-on the water in the shower. Immediately the water came out hot, and to her pleasant surprise, it was already the temperature that she liked. She stepped into the shower-cubicle while half-wondering about that. She washed her hair with the shampoo, and then washed herself with a nice body-shampoo. After which, while she was rinsing herself, Michelle noticed that Frank's razor & shaving-cream were on the tiled floor in one corner of the cubicle; she hadn't noticed them before, but seeing them triggered a rush of images...

How pleased Frank would be to see her parading around the house with her shaved pussy-slit on display. Frank's big cock standing to attention, so proud and much larger than she'd ever seen it in real life. And there were thoughts on how she should carefully shave herself "down-there" nice and smooth right now while she had the chance...just for a nice surprise for Frank...

It took a few seconds while these thoughts and images flashed through her mind before Michelle shook her head, and she started to struggle to resist their insistent need...

The need to shave herself...

...nice and smooth...

Michelle was breathing heavy, her insides clenched with a mixture of sexual desire and panic, as she tried to push down these erotic ideas that kept cropping back up in her head. Even worse, her skin tingled "down-there" and the hair was feeling uncomfortable, disgusting, dirty, unclean, and her pussy seemed to be crying-out with the need to be shaved...shaved smooth...shaved permanently...

"No way!", Michelle exclaimed, and with a surge of determination she hurriedly opened the shower-cubicle door and stepped-out trying to get away from the thoughts that almost seemed to be assaulting her mind. The shower was still running. Michelle was panting, trying to calm herself while steam rose upward from her attractive young body. Then she realized that she'd left the hot water still running in the shower, so she turned around to shut it off...

...and again caught sight of the razor and shaving-cream on floor.

It would be so easy to shave herself "down-there", then everything would be much better. Her lovely pussy deserved to be shaved, and every hair removed, so that Frank could see it everyday unobscured by the long bushy hair...

Quickly Michelle turned-off the shower and grabbed her bath-towel while the erotic idea sat in the back of her mind, as if patiently saying; You're going to lose the hair eventually...so why fight it? Give in, and just get it over with...

Michelle dried herself off and rushed out of the bathroom panting heavily and fast as if she'd just been running. She slammed the bathroom door closed behind her, and finished drying herself with the towel. Then went over to her wardrobe to select the clothes that she'd wear that day.

She should dress in something lovely and sexy today, she thought, it would really please Frank.

Michelle opened the wardrobe doors and started planning what she would wear...

...a nice negligee, or perhaps just a T-shirt, or even a woollen sweater, maybe only a blouse with half the buttons left undone...

Michelle started to get dressed, choosing a frilly white blouse to wear. She closed only the bottom three buttons, and then looked around for what else she should wear...

...the thought occurred to her that really long white socks would go well with the blouse...

So she started searching through her drawers for some really long white socks to wear. Finding some, she put them on, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching each leg out languorously as she pulled a sock up the length of her lovely long legs, while enjoying the wetness in her pussy at the thoughts of how much of a turn-on it would be for Frank to see her wearing just these clothes and nothing else...

No...Frank wasn't like that, Michelle thought, He'd think I was a...sexy...beautiful...and I really should shave my pussy...No, why am I thinking that...shave pussy...and parade around the house with no underwear on...not even when we went out...

Michelle quickly stood-up, trying to run away from the thoughts...so smutty thoughts...and walked out of the bedroom before she even realized that she wasn't decently dressed. All she was wearing as she stood in the hallway was a half-undone blouse and some very long socks. There was a sudden breeze, not strong, but enough to close the bedroom door shut. It didn't slam, but Michelle heard a click as it closed.

...no underwear..., the thought went through her mind again, and Michelle suddenly felt very exposed, so she tried to open the bedroom door...

It was locked!

Damn!, she thought in annoyance, It must've somehow locked when the wind closed the door...and I've got no panties on...and can't put them on...not ever...It's impossible for me...to...wear...them...

She struggled to resist the irrational thoughts, but her cunt was getting so wet at the thought of not being able to wear any underwear;

...can't wear panties...impossible for me to wear panties...I can't even put them on...

Michelle struggled to resist it, and tried to unlock the door. Finally, she clenched her hands into fists...she was so horny!

...Really horny...I need sex sooo much!...All the time...My pussy...My pussy loves sex...

Shaking her head, Michelle staggered as she sneaked down the hallway, because she didn't want to be seen like this, indecent...sexy...beautiful...

Her skin was ticklish and hot and tingly. Her pussy...her lovely pussy...was needing sex...so much...always...always horny...always needing sex...

She tip-toed across the soft carpet...huh...smooth polished floors of the great-room. The timber floors were polished to a mirror-like reflectivity in their dark wood...so when Michelle glanced downward, she could clearly see her...invitingly wet...cunt between her long thighs. Naked down-there...exposed...uncoverable by any cloth...or any underwear...

Both sets of glass double-doors were wide-open onto the decking outside...exposing her to the view of anyone that might be outside...

...wide-open...like her thighs should always be when Frank fucked her...always wide-open...

There must be a key somewhere to unlock the door, Michelle tried to reason clearly, while her body cried out for sex...for lots of sex...all the time needing it...wanting...always horny...

She tip-toed across the great-room feeling exposed and ****, and opened a door into...