I’m massaging my wife’s feet while she wears a full-length cotton nightgown. She sits on the bed, reaches down, and begins pulling the hem upward. As it rises to reveal her pussy, I notice she is completely smooth—a state she hasn’t maintained in 20 years.
I pause rubbing her feet and start moving closer. She quickly drops the hem back down and instructs me to keep massaging her feet—regardless of what happens. So I return to my task as the hem rises once more.
She lifts her knees up straight, then slowly spreads them apart so I can get a full view of her pussy. It’s all shaved and looks gorgeous. She begins stroking herself down there, telling me how delightful it feels having everything so smooth.
Next, she uses one hand to part her lips while using two fingers from the other hand to penetrate herself. Then she says:
Your penis would feel amazing sliding in there. But no fucking allowed when I’m this smooth. I might let you lick it later on, but you’ll stay locked up for 2 weeks until some hair grows back.
She continues rubbing her clit with one hand while inserting and removing her fingers with the other, all the while raving about how wonderful it feels to play with such a bare pussy. I’m suffering, desperate to touch, kiss, and fuck her. Yet she keeps repeating: no fucking when smooth.
Finally, she reaches orgasm, pulls her hem down, and invites me up for a cuddle. She continues teasing me by pointing out how smooth everything is and that I can’t even reach it directly. Still, she allows me to rub her clit through the cotton of the nightgown while she teases me both physically and verbally.
The dream shifts forward two weeks later. She asks if I want to fuck that evening or if she should go get waxed so it stays bare for six more weeks. If she does, we wait another 8 weeks without sex. I’m tormented but eventually decide I’d prefer her to get it waxed.
The dream jumps again to that evening. She opens her legs and lets me lick her for an hour. Then she tells me I can keep licking every night, though no sex for 8 weeks. It’s a mix of agony and heaven.
Another jump brings us to the 8-week mark. Now she offers a new choice: sex that very night or have the hair permanently removed. But if it’s permanent, we never have sex again. The idea of permanent removal has been one of my lifelong fantasies. Yet no sex ever—how terrible.
I struggle with the decision, unable to fully say yes or no. And then… I woke up. What Does This Mean? My subconscious resolved an impossible dilemma. God, I hope I never have to face this choice.