"Do I have to do this?" Frank, my husband, asked.
"Yes. Trust me. You'll like it," I assured him.
"Frank M?" the lady called. She was short of heavy and probably in her 50's.
"That's us," I said. "I'm Diane, his wife."
When we got in the room, she instructed Frank to undress and lay face up on the table.
After about five minutes there was a knock on the door and two women walked in.
"Hi. I'm Anya and this is Mila," one of them said. They were both tall, blonde and Russian and had slight accents, I noticed when they talked to each other.
"He's a little nervous," I explained to them.
"Most men are. We'll try and make it as comfortable and painless as possible," Mila smiled.
First, they used an electric razor to shave the thick, pubic hair away from Frank's balls and pelvic region.
Frank watched as the two women shaved his private region and touched his cock and balls. He wasn't sure but it seemed like they were touching him more than they needed to. Every time he looked at them, they'd smile. They even winked when they saw his wife was reading the book she'd brought.
They wore loose robes that kept opening more and more. He could clearly see both of their big breasts in the robes. Frank also had the feeling they weren't wearing panties either.
'Holy shit. Two hot Russian women, practically naked were touching and fondling his cock and balls,' Frank thought.
He could feel himself getting hard.
"Oh uh, sorry," Frank muttered.
"Don't worry," Anya said.
"It happens all the time," Mila said.
"Ah, every man's fantasy, two women at once," I said, looking over the book at them.
All three women laughed.
"Now for the part that might be uncomfortable. The waxing," Anya said.
It did hurt. Frank might have put a stop to it if not for one thing. While Anya waxed him, Mila held his cock in place. But she also used her thumb to rub the underside of his cock, below the head.
When they finished, Anya said, "Okay turn over and get on all fours."
"We're not done?" Frank asked.
"No. We need to do your asshole now," Mila said.
"Frank, just turn over. The worst part's over," I told my husband.
He complied like I knew he would.