Patricia Coleman was lying on her back without a single article of clothing and her legs were spread wide to allow her husband to shave an area that had never been so much as trimmed. He was taking his time with the removal of her pubic hair and enjoyed the sensation he was bringing to her body. He worked the blade like an expert to remove any sign that her full brown, bush had ever existed. She felt the washcloth press against her flesh to remove any remnant of hair and cream, which caused her to smile at the pleasant sensation the heat gave her body.
He smiled into her hazel eyes and said, "Well, dear, only one thing left to do. Get you up and get you dressed."
Her voice showed her nerves as she asked, "Are you sure about this, honey?"
He held his hands out to help her stand and said, "Absolutely. This is something we've both wanted for a long time."
She took his hands and accepted his help, as he pulled her up. Patricia saw her nude body in the large mirror and her eyes were drawn to the reflection of her pubic area. She was unable to recall the last time the area was bald and the look made her smile. Her fingers moved down to feel the smoothness of the area and had to admit it made her look somehow even more sexy than she already looked.
Her eyes moved up the reflection and she was happy her figure was still slender. Her natural tits were large and there was no sign of sagging on her smooth skin. Her nipples were much darker than her pale flesh and were very hard at the thought of what was to happen shortly.
She turned to her husband and said, "You're right, honey. Guess I'm just a little nervous."
He handed her the matte latex dress that had both chosen for her and said, "I understand, dear, and your not the only one. Neither of us has done anything like this before, but we're going to have a fun weekend."
Patricia, with the help of her husband, put on a style of dress that she had never worn before. She felt the material press into the back of her neck a little, but was far from uncomfortable. Her husband zipped up the back with almost no difficulty and she found it to be a little tight in a couple of areas.
She looked into the mirror and saw her nipples peaking out from the deep plunge. It would be an impossible task to hide them from prying eyes and smiled at the thought. She turned and saw the material barely covered her cheeks and would be impossible to sit without showing what was between her legs to at least some degree.
She looked at her husbands face and asked, "How do I look?"
He grinned and said, "Beautiful. We are definitely keeping this dress."
As she returned to admire her reflection, she recalled how this had all started. They both enjoyed watching porn and it added greatly to their sex life. However, nothing got her riled up more than seeing a white woman with a black man. Of course, the man had to be well endowed for her to really get into it and her husband quickly discovered it was a secret fantasy of hers to be with a man like that. He also had fantasized about being with a black woman and decided they should act on their shared desire.
Her husband had set up everything for the weekend and would not tell her much of anything. She was shaved and wearing the outfit at the request of someone named Mr. Johnson. He was a black man that was supposed to be rather large, but knew nothing else about him. Mrs. Johnson was going to be spending the weekend with her husband and she would be with Mr. Johnson. Her appearance and dress had been requested by a man she had never met. She had no idea how her husband went about contacting the married couple, but knew her husband had paid quite a bit to make this weekend happen.
There was a knock on the door and her husband moved quickly to open it. She could hear no words spoken as she followed a few seconds later. Patricia found a woman wearing a trench coat with very dark flesh and hoped her husband had the same complexion. From what she could tell, the woman looked beautiful and knew her husband was going to have a lot of fun with her.
The woman smiled and said, "Car's waiting, Mrs. Coleman. Have fun with my husband."
Patricia picked up her purse and said, "That's the plan."
She walked out of the house and Mrs. Johnson closed the door behind her. It was still early in the day and there was no darkness to hide her body. Patricia walked towards the car with the blacked out windows and a driver was holding the door open for her. Fortunately, they lived in a pretty secluded spot and she didn't have to worry about prying neighbors. The driver's eyes were drawn to her tits, which caused her to smile. She knew her husband was very clear about looking, but not touching.
She climbed into the back of the car and knew his eyes were on her ass. This had to be torture for the driver, so she chose to sit as quickly as her dress would allow, and the door was closed for her. She had no idea where the car was going and her husband made it clear she was not to ask. The driver was paid a lot to say nothing to her. She thought about sitting in the center in order to let the driver peek at her, but that would be too dangerous while he was supposed to be concentrating on the road.
The car drove into the city and was headed for one of the seediest area there was. She looked out the windows and saw the prostitutes and dealers that appeared on every street corner. As they drove further into the den of iniquity, she saw more than one prostitute carrying out what she was paid to do in broad daylight. They were stopped at a red light and her eyes followed the movements of woman giving a man a very thorough blowjob.
The car moved on and came to stop a few blocks later. They were in front of a motel that looked like it should be condemned. The driver got out and she knew this was her destination. She shuddered to think what the condition inside would be, but had no choice. There was no going back, since she was very committed and her husband was already enjoying himself.
The driver opened the door and said, "I'll be back on Sunday to pick you up, Mrs. Coleman. Go to the desk clerk and ask for Mr. Johnson's room."
She held her purse tight as she struggled to get out of the vehicle and knew the driver was enjoying his own private show. She managed to get out and looked to either side of her, but found there was no one looking her way. She took a deep breath and immediately regretted her action. The smell of urine was very strong and was only partly covering up far worse odors.