My marriage was dying...slowly. Suffocating on silence. Nothing I did made any difference, but still I was determined to make it work. Why I was so determined is still a mystery to me. I knew walking down the aisle that I was making a mistake, but I felt I had to go through with it. And so it went. Through some tough stuff, I kept on, for some reason. I guess mainly because I didn't want to look like a failure. Or cause disappointment. More likely that.
Anyway. Here we were several years later. Some happiness, some tragedies, some joy, some tears. But through it all we were definitely not well matched. Especially in the bedroom. I craved kinky, wild sex in all kinds of places. When he wanted to have sex at all, he wanted it in exactly the same way, with all the steps in order, every time. Without fail.
I decided that his birthday would be the perfect opportunity to spice things up. I made a waxing appointment, and this time asked the gal to take everything off, full Brazilian. I thought he might like the feel of my nakedness, that it might get him excited for sex. I thought it was worth a shot.
She looked at me questioningly as she was getting things ready. She told me to get up on the table, but she didn't hand me the regular paper panties I was usually given to wear. So there I was, laying completely naked and feeling very exposed, waiting for her to begin. She spread my legs and started in.
First, she applied the hot wax on the inside of my thigh and pressed down on it with the cotton strip. Then she ripped out the hair and quickly pressed down on my delicate skin, I imagined she did it to keep the streams of blood from making a big mess. Shit it hurt! She then got out her tweezers and plucked the area, one hair at a time, torturing me even more. She must have sensed how painful I was finding this because next she drizzled hot oil on my skin, which felt oddly good. Then she rubbed and wiped the oil away, brushing my pussy with each stroke. Oh shit! I found myself a bit aroused by this last part, I must say. I glanced nervously around, hoping she couldn't read my thoughts. She appeared not to have noticed. She continued with another application on the other side, then plucking, drizzling of the warm oil, and the soft wiping. I was completely aroused by this time, my arms crossed over myself, pressing my nipples as hard as I could. Fuck! I kept thinking, I should not be finding this arousing. What the fuck is wrong with me?! This is painful! And she is just doing her job, for fuck's sake. But I could not reign it in.
She told me she needed to leave for a minute and when she came back, she had another woman with her. She said she needed help getting my hair because it was light and fine, hard to see to get all of it. I nodded only half understanding what she was saying, my mind spinning.
Then to my horror, each of them took one of my legs and held it with their arm, spreading me wide, giving them access to every hair on my pussy. Oh shit! I was losing it altogether. Now both of them in tandem were applying hot wax, pressing the cotton onto my pussy, ripping the hair away, plucking individual hairs, drizzling warm oil, wiping with the soft cloth. Over and over. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't help myself from pressing my nipples. I tried over and over to talk myself out of feeling any arousal whatsoever from the experience, but it was completely out of my control. And I think they knew just what they were doing to me.
