How did I find myself lying here by the pool with a wet one-piece Wicked Weasel swim suit that was so see-through when wet?
It was four months ago when I thought that my ten year marriage was all but over. Now I am lying back on a sun lounger with another man's cum leaking out of my still sensitive pussy. My husband has just witnessed the young resort masseur giving me an erotic massage outside by the pool that culminated with me squirting and cuming all over his massage table.
This young stud had then fucked me there in front of my husband while he captured all that happened to me on video.
My pussy is now completely bare and will remain so permanently. I have had all my intimate hair removed by IPL laser. How did I agree to that?
My nipples are permanently hard with large rings keeping them erect and sensitive as their weight causes them to dangle about. My clit is also pierced with a vertical barbell. All this can be seen underneath my white Sheer Vision 807 one-piece swim suit as it is completely see-through when wet.
Let me tell you the story about how this all began . . .
A bit about myself
I am an attractive woman in my late forties. While I am very self conscious about my looks, I know I can still turn heads. I have a slim figure, about a dress size 8 (ok, maybe size 10 . . .) and I keep myself fit by doing yoga and a small amount of walking in parks.
I have been married for just over ten years but lately my husband and I have drifted apart. Our marriage had been on the rocks for some time, but it really went downhill when I moved in with my mother three years ago. My mother's health was not great and I had been supporting her for some time. It just seemed sensible for me to move in with her, since the deterioration of my married life was to the point that there was little reason to stay at home.
I really love my husband, however he was more married to his work than to me. He ran a small engineering firm that he had inherited from his father some years ago. Recently his business had taken some knocks. The small engineering company was not doing so well and staff could see the writing on the wall. Many had left and the biggest blow was when his office assistant had retired just last week. Mrs McGinty had been working with the firm forever. She started working when my husband's father had owned the business and now her departure had left a huge hole in the operation.
So now I was faced with an opportunity to salvage something: my marriage could not continue in the way it had. When my mother had moved into an aged care home this gave me a lot of spare time to reassess my life. I was considering offering my services as office assistant for my husband. I had been a successful office manager before we were married and I knew quite a bit about the engineering business that we jointly owned.
I nervously called my husband and suggested that I come over to his office and see how I could help him out. Initially he was reluctant to let me get involved in his business and said that he would be advertising the vacancy of personal assistant in the local papers.
I persevered and suggested that there was nothing to lose. "Just say yes," I hinted.
Eventually he agreed and allowed me to apply for the position. We agreed that I would come into his work for an interview on Monday afternoon. That gave me the weekend to get prepared.
Coffee
One of the first things I did was call my girlfriend Amber. We met up for coffee early Saturday morning and Amber could tell straight away that something was on my mind. "Spit it out," Amber asked, "what's on your mind?"
I was slightly taken aback by Amber's direct approach but I decided to just let all my worries come out. After all a problem shared is a problem halved, as they say.
I described how I desperately wanted to salvage my marriage and that I saw working closer to my husband could improve things.
Amber had this glint in her eye. "What type of personal assistant would you like to be? Will it be all business and formal or would you like to flirt a little?"
I didn't know what Amber was on about, "what do you mean . . . Flirt?"
Amber told me to look up sexy secretary on the internet so I got out my Samsung and tried by searching with those words. What a surprise I received. There were lots of images of hot looking women in tight, black miniskirts wearing killer high heels and stockings. One image in particular, was of a sexy secretary bending over a filing cabinet. The tops of her lace stockings were clearly visible. I wasn't even sure whether she was wearing panties. Scanning through these images had an immediate but unexpected effect. I was getting hot and horny looking at these sexy secretaries.
Amber sensed my arousal as I tried to hide my flushed expression. "This is the look you want to achieve, isn't it?" she said as she stared directly into my soul.
"Yes" was all I could say.
"Well, let's get you organised for your interview then." Amber made a few phone calls and then said that she had made a booking for me at her beauty salon for Monday morning. I asked Amber what she had arranged and she replied with a wink, "everything!"
The beauty salon
Monday arrived and Amber picked me up from home in her sporty convertible. We raced into town. The beauty salon was located in an exclusive shopping precinct in the city. Amber assured me that she had been going to this salon for some time. "You will enjoy this," she said.
From the outside the salon looked very elegant. I went inside and was met by an extremely good looking therapist. Carla introduced herself and directed me and Amber into one of the therapy rooms.
I was asked whether I would like a glass of wine and Amber replied on my behalf, "We will both have a glass of chardonnay, please."
I was instructed to get undressed and sit in the massage chair. I was a little self conscious as I was not used to being naked around strangers. As soon as I got undressed, Amber commented on all my pubic hair. "This will all have to go, darling," she said. I was not expecting that and asked Amber to clarify this. "These days most women have all their hair waxed off. It's called a Brazilian. They take this procedure one step further here and call their treatment the XXX Extreme Wax. You'll love it, trust me," said Amber. "I'll just shoot out and buy an interview outfit for you. I won't be long."
Carla came back into the room and asked me if I was ready. I just nodded apprehensively. Carla explained that she would first wax my legs and then asked whether I would like a Brazilian. I decided to take a plunge and said that I have heard about the XXX Extreme Wax and that was what I wanted to try.
Carla just smiled at me and said "good choice, we'll make sure that you won't regret that!" She asked me to hop up into the chair. It looked like a dentist's chair with controls to make it lie back. The chair had stirrups for my ankles. Carla asked whether I was comfortable and ready. Nervously, I said "yes." Carla operated the chair's controls and the chair leaned back.
The leg waxing went without a hitch and in a short time my legs were completely bare of hair for the first time in years. Carla then tackled my bushy pubic area. First she produced a pair of scissors and started to trim my abundant bush. She explained that this was necessary so that the hot wax would work more effectively.
Carla adjusted the chairs controls again and the stirrups closed tightly around my ankles. I was unable to move my legs. The stirrups then expanded so my legs spread wide open. I felt so exposed with my pussy on full display under my unruly pubic hair. Years ago I used to trim my hair but recently there seemed no point in doing this. My husband had lost interest in being intimate with me.
As Carla started to apply the hot wax to my pubic area, I began to tense up. Carla reassured me that this might hurt a little but the result would be great. She asked me about the interview that Amber had mentioned. I replied, "I was applying for a job as personal assistant at my husband's business." Carla smiled at me and winked her eye. I am sure she could guess exactly what I had planned.
To be honest, it hurt quite a lot as Carla quickly ripped the cotton strips away that held the wax and all my hair follicles. Either I got more used to this or the pain subsided as more of my hair was removed. Carla then went about removing some stray hairs using tweezers. This was all making me a little turned on.
Amber returned to the room with arms full of shopping bags just as the waxing was finishing. It was embarrassing to be confined to this chair with my legs splayed wide open. Amber commented, "Way to go - babe, I wasn't sure you would go through with this procedure. I'm sure you will see that this was the right choice."
Carla handed me a mirror and asked me what I thought. I was amazed as I looked at my bald, smooth pussy. It hadn't looked like this since my teenage years. I thought it looked hot. I felt like a porn star with my bald pussy on full view! I am sure Carla could sense my arousal.
Carla then said that the next step of the Extreme Wax was massaging a special relaxing oil into my skin. She explained that this was a new product on the market and was applied in two parts: the first part was the light oil product that was thin enough to be absorbed into my skin; the second part was like a spray tan that, when applied, would react with the oil and firm up all my skin. As an added bonus, the spray doubled as a light bronzer so I would get an all-over tan as well.
At first, Carla flattened out the chair into a massage table and asked me to turn over. She proceeded to massage my back, arms and thighs. She had such a gentle, sensual touch and I was sure that both Amber and Carla could sense my arousal ignite.