The kids were at my parents for the weekend and my wax appointment was running late, as usual. I sat on the lounge and was flicking through one of the magazines on the coffee table. A couple of younger women, probably early thirties, I'd say, some ten years younger than myself, walked into the reception area and were advised that they'd have to wait as all of the beauticians were running a little late today.
I really hadn't taken that much notice of them except it was clear that the dark haired girl was more blatantly sexual in the way that she dressed and held herself, the other, probably a bottle blonde was more reserved and seemed to be nervous. They sat on a two-seater lounge and the blonde said in a whispering voice to the other that "she couldn't believe that she was going through with this". Her friend said that "she'd love the feeling of a hair free pussy". Now that statement got my attention, and I could relate to what she was saying. My mind drifted to the first time I had a brazillian.
Chris had been away on his motorbike for the weekend with a few of his biker friends and I thought I'd surprise him when he got home. I'd dressed in my quarter cup bra and a nice top, a skirt and had put on a really skimpy see through G-string. I was feeling horny and couldn't wait for him to come home. I remembered how wet I was and couldn't help putting my hand up my skirt as I sat and watched television waiting for him. Feeling how smooth I was, the touch of my fingers was almost electrifying. Then I heard his bike pull into the garage. When he came inside I poured him a red wine and he sat beside me and told me about his weekend with 'the boys'.
He went to shower and I went to the bedroom took off the skirt and top, grabbed his dressing gown and took it in for him. He didn't see me and I left the gown hanging on the back of the door. I turned and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Something was missing. I ran toward the bedroom and sat on the bed rummaging through a draw and found a new pair of thigh high stockings and put them on.
I was bending over adjusting them when I saw him, through the full walled mirror, standing at the door with a look of surprise on his face. He walked forward as I was standing upright his gown fell open as he walked and as he held me around my waist I could feel his dick pressing against my arse. He kissed my neck and said "Jen .... Jen, are you ready. Jennn"
I jumped as I realised that my mind was off in a world of my own, and the voice I was hearing was my beautician calling for me to go into the privacy of her room.
I was embarrassed because I knew my pussy was really wet, what would she think!
I removed my knickers and resumed the 'brazillian position' I'd been in numerous times before. She was a true professional, and said quietly " l see you've been looking forward to this" and we both laughed a little. She shot the breeze with the usual conversation and I felling relaxed in her manner. My mind wandered to the upcoming weekend, Chris said that he had it all planned out and he'd fill me in when he got home from work.
I was at home and in the shower when he came home. He poked his head in the bathroom and said that he had a surprise for me and that he'd be in the lounge when I'd finished.
I dried off and slipped on my dressing gown and went into the lounge. He was getting us a drink and pointed to a couple of shopping bags on the lounge. "Don't sneak any peaks" he said with a grin.
I sat down and he pulled out a lace 'something' that had a string of pearls on it. "What is this" I said as he passed it to me. He said that it was my underwear for the weekend and as I held it up I could see what it was but couldn't quite work out why anyone would design underwear that was so strange. He told me to put it on for him. I sat back and pulled them over my legs and stood to pull them up, the pearls hung between my legs. Chris walked over to me and handed me a wine as I took the glass he gently pulled the waistband higher until the pearls were pulled within the outer lips of my pussy. Oh, this was nice. He suggested I get my quarter-cup bra, stockings, black shoes.
I walked to the bedroom and as I walked I could feel the pearls gently rubbing against my clit. God, this was good. Standing at my drawers, searching for his favorite bra, I couldn't help but move my legs to get more stimulation. This little G-string was making me feel really horny. With everything located, I put them on and walked back to the lounge where he was sitting on the arm of the lounge drinking his wine. "You look great he told me, "I could eat you here and now!" "Oh, yes please" I said. He told me that that would have to wait. He asked how the G-string was and smiled when I said that it was making me feel horny.
Reaching into the next bag he pulled out a black skirt and a black silk top and asked me to put them on. His eyes were fixed on me and I could see a swelling in his trousers, he was loving this, and so was I. The skirt was a wrap around number and as I put it around my waist the silk lining felt wonderful as it rubbed against my bottom. I buttoned the waist and was surprised at the lack of wrap around it had. I pushed a leg forward, as if walking and it opened quite a way, showing to top of my stocking. He smiled, with a sort of satisfied look as he passed the silk top to me. The top was loose fitting and as I buttoned it up from the bottom noticed how my nipples were pushing against the thin shiny silk. I knew this was one of his favourite looks.
I walked around the room turning for him to see, and those lovely pearls were doing their work, he was very approving and took my hand and I sat on the lounge beside him. As I did, the skirt fell to the sides of my legs showing a huge amount of leg. I tried to bring the material back over my legs but no matter how I tried it kept dropping.
Chris laughed and told me that he had had the skirt made and had the dressmaker sew small lead weights into the hem, so that it would drape open whenever I sat down.
I'm not an exhibitionist at all, but as this was a special weekend thought I'd go along with him..
His hand reached between my legs and he trailed his fingers over my pussy mound and told me how wet I was. He slipper a finger inside me with ease and in doing so the movement pulled tension on the pearls and rubbed at my clit. I was so aroused I wanted him to keep probing inside me. My nipples were super sensitive and I could see them through the silk top creating a visual experience like a couple of circus tents. I was pushing his head down toward my waiting wetness. But he stopped me and reached into his pocket and placed something in his mouth, opened my top and sucked on my left nipple, this felt so good I put my head back to enjoy the experience, he moved to my right nipple and sucked like mad, the vacuum was really strong and I was loving it.
Chris pulled back and was looking at my tits and when I looked down I could see that he was looking at a pair of gold bands about a quarter inch long that he'd sucked over my nipples, they made my nipples stand so proud but didn't feel at all uncomfortable. He buttoned up my top and those circus tents were displayed like I've never experienced before. He asked me to stand so that he could look at me. I was so fucking randy; my pussy juices were trailing down my legs. I strutted around our lounge teasing him and he licked his lips and had that glazed over eye look. I walked over to were he was sitting and spread my legs,
Jostled forward and sat straight down on his lap, I could feel his hardness through his trousers; we kissed with tongues wrestling and his hands roaming over my body.
Pushing me back a bit he looked down at the string of pearls that was rubbing against my clit, he frowned and said that the dry cleaner was going to have fun getting the pussy juice stain off his trousers. I dropped to my knees and started to lick at the moist patch on his pants and made sure there was enough pressure for him to feel my lips & tongue running over his dick. Undoing his zipper I reached inside to free the dick that strained within. Chris' dick was standing to attention, and I gave it the lip service it deserved. I've always enjoyed having his dick in my mouth, I love to see and feel his reaction when I take it deep into my mouth, slowly slide it out again until the head is touching my lips and then taking it in again.
I was licking the head just about to take it inside my mouth when the doorbell rang. Shit!
"You'll have to get that". Oh, He said, that will be the next part of your surprise. A blank look on my face must have said it all. Chris bent down and kissed me at told me to relax and just go with the flow. Chris went to the door was talking but I couldn't figure out who he was talking to. Then I heard the door close and into the lounge walked a woman.
She was wearing a long overcoat, which seemed strange, as it wasn't cold. She was mid 40's I concluded, auburn hair, another of Chris' favourites and took my hand & introduced herself as Cheryl. She held my hand for a long time, stood back and looked me up & down, raised her eyebrows & licked her lips. I was feeling unsure about this situation and a little insecure. She looked at Chris and said, "Your wife looks good enough to eat".