The story cycle begins with a story about a devoted spouse and his equally faithful life partner, Lisa. They have both been married for quite some time, but they manage to maintain their youthful freshness and charm. They are 38 years old, but it is difficult to determine their age from their energetic faces and well-groomed bodies.
Lisa boasts a figure that would arouse the envy of any girl: tall, with long, graceful legs, a slender body and a pair of small but exquisitely elastic breasts, like a young girl. Her pussy is a masterpiece of nature, always carefully groomed, with a neat strip of hair leading to a delicate, pink and slightly protruding clitoris. Her mouth is just as seductive: plump lips that attract kisses, framed by a row of pearly white teeth, each of which is a beacon of seduction.
Her husband, although not endowed with outstanding masculinity, compensates for this with a keen photographic sense and a tendency to capture his wife's beauty in the most intimate places, often without underwear and in crowded places.
Their shared passion for exhibitionism and the thrill of secret sex add spice to their relationship. He is a master of teasing her clitoris and pussy, honing his skills with his tongue and fingers for years to always make her moan with pleasure from his caresses. To enhance their overall enjoyment, he uses erection rings on his penis, which enhance his erection, ensuring that she experiences the deepest sensations during their sex. In addition, he offers a variety of erotic toys for their intimate games, each of which is carefully selected by him or jointly to tease and excite them both.
Lisa, for her part, is used to her husband's passion for photography and even enjoys it. She chooses her outfits very carefully, often choosing ones that accentuate her curves and attract the gazes of strangers. She has mastered the art of subtle flirtation, her eyes sparkle mischievously when she starts a harmless conversation with other men, all the while firmly adhering to her true intentions related to the sanctity of her marriage.
Their relationship is a tapestry of desire and trust, woven from threads of shared secrets and mutual respect for each other's boundaries. Each new chapter in their love story is a testament to the enduring charm of the forbidden and the deep connection that can arise from the most intimate experiences experienced together.
Their intimate life was far from cloudless, but they managed to build a harmonious sexual rhythm in which each of them knew exactly how to influence the other. Lisa had the ability to emphasize her strengths and understood that light flirting was a vital element in maintaining the flame of desire.
She often refused to wear underwear, swaying her hips so that the gazes of the surrounding men involuntarily followed her. However, she never let it go too far. Her husband was not only not embarrassed by this, but also incredibly excited when he witnessed how other men strive for what rightfully belongs to him.
It was a game they were playing, a dance of temptation and denial that only added spice to their love life. Their bond grew stronger as they overcame the intricate labyrinths of desires and social norms, constantly pushing the boundaries of what was considered acceptable, in pursuit of maximum sexual satisfaction.
Our couple, overcome by a thirst for adventure, decided to go on a summer trip to the towns and beaches of Montenegro. Lisa, looking forward to the trip, decided to have a thorough waxing, leaving a perfectly groomed strip of hair above her pussy. Both Lisa and her husband were excited about the upcoming trip.
They chose a decent salon on the website and, according to a questionnaire, made an appointment with a middle-aged master named Sergey. Preparing in advance for waxing, Lisa allowed the hair around her pussy to grow by five millimeters, which provided a more effective result from the procedure.
The day of the procedure came, and Lisa began to prepare. She chose a short pink dress that barely covers her ass and crotch, emphasizing the curves of her hips and femininity. With a playful smile, she sprayed her pussy with perfume, and then turned to her husband and asked, "Which panties should I wear for this special occasion?" He answered without hesitation: "Since this is such an important event, you should wear the most beautiful and transparent ones." She agreed and chose a transparent white thong as her underwear, which left almost no room for imagination and barely hid her pussy from prying eyes. Then she put on white sneakers and lifted the hem of her dress to show him the result, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"You take my breath away, my love, " he said, his voice hoarse with desire. Lisa's smile widened, she knew perfectly well what impression she was making on him. "Come on, darling, it's time to go to the beauty salon, " she hurried, and they called a taxi to go to the erotic escapade waiting for them.
The receptionist, a young girl, informed them with a smile that the master would receive Lisa soon. Her husband sat down in the hall and sipped the offered coffee, while Lisa's anticipation grew. The scent of incense filled the air, increasing her excitement.
Finally, the receptionist called Lisa over, and her heart started pounding as she straightened her short dress and waved goodbye to her husband. Entering the dimly lit office, she saw Sergei, a man in his early forties, with a professional look in his eyes. He was wearing a medical gown. They exchanged greetings. "Elizabeth, " he began, "today we're going to have a bikini area waxed. What other requests do you have?" Blushing, Lisa whispered that she would like to keep a thin strip of hair. "Excellent, — he approved, and there was a note of tenderness in his voice. —Undress completely and lie down on the couch, dear." Her pulse was racing. She pulled her hair back into a bun. She took off her white sneakers. Then she pulled off her thong and took off her pink dress, exposing her pussy with a fuzz of hair.
The cool air of the salon touched her skin, making her nipples tighten. Sergei took an experienced look at her nakedness, lingering on the wet spot spreading over her crotch.
"Now, my dear, " he instructed, —spread your legs. Let's start with your little pussy." Lisa obeyed, his gentle and at the same time commanding tone began to excite her. She felt the heat between her thighs increase as the master approached her. The smell of wax and the promise of a smooth, naked pussy made her feel as wet as she'd ever been in a procedure.
Lisa spread her legs, showing the moisture glistening on her swollen labia. The master looked down at her and said: "I see you've grown your hair out. Great." He decided to calm her down, as her pussy was quite wet with excitement and excitement. "It's okay, " he reassured her. He took a napkin and started to wipe it. His touch was gentle but firm. As soon as her pubis was cleaned, he took a bottle of clear liquid and said, "Now we will prepare the area for waxing with this disinfectant." When he sprayed the liquid over her pubic area, a shiver of anticipation ran through her body. Then he began to distribute it evenly with his gloved hand, his fingers inadvertently touching her aroused clitoris, causing her to gasp. "It's thermal water with antiseptic, " he explained with a grin, watching her reaction, "it's perfect for your delicate skin." He placed a small jar of warm wax next to the epilation table and dipped a wooden stick into it, twirling it to cover the tip. "We're going to leave a small strip of hair on your mound, " he said in a low and soothing voice, "just a decorative line." He ran his wand over her pussy, creating a waxy line that accentuated her genitals, his movements unhurried and mesmerizing. Lisa's breath caught in her throat when she felt the warmth of the wax on her skin, and this sensation sent waves of pleasure through her entire body. She was torn between the excitement of what was happening and the fear of the pain ahead. But the master was a professional, and he had a way to make it less painful and even pleasant — he applied wax to her skin in small circular movements, trying not to rise too high. "The fewer drops of wax there are, the easier it is for your skin to recover, " he murmured, giving the wax time to cool and stick to her body. He took a small strip of cloth and pressed it against the wax, smoothing it out until it stuck to her skin. "Ready?" he asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. With one swift movement, he pulled out the strip, pulling out the hair along with it. The pain was sharp and intense, causing her body to shudder. But the master was there, his hand instantly returned the napkin to its place, soothing the reddened skin. "Breathe, " he ordered, and she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he continued to massage her skin.
Every movement of the strip brought her a mixture of pain and pleasure, the burning gave way to warmth from his touch. He worked carefully, creating a neat strip of bare skin that made her feel both defenseless and incredibly aroused. At the same time, he periodically touched her swollen clitoris, from which she could barely contain her moans. Each time she became more and more wet, her juices began to flow onto the couch. Despite her discomfort, she found that she was beginning to give in to his touch.
Master Sergey continued his painstaking work, moving on to Lisa's labia. Despite the discomfort, his gentle touch after applying each strip of wax caused a wave of arousal throughout her body, making her pussy wetter by the moment. When the last of her pubic hair was removed, she felt a strange sense of relief and excitement. Sergey began to soothe the reddened skin with a special balm. Slowly, he dipped two fingers into the jar, scooped up a cool cream and began to rub it into the sensitive areas of her labia. His movements were careful, but at the same time confident, and with each movement of his fingers, she felt a growing arousal. Her clitoris was now completely swollen, demanding attention. Her pussy became smooth – only an island of hair remained on her pubic area.
"Now, Elizabeth, " he instructed, "kneel down and rest your elbows on the couch. Let's start removing the hairs on the ass." Lisa, feeling more vulnerable than before, obeyed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. He put his hand on the small of her back, gently pressing on her so that she arched and spread her buttocks. "Relax your buttocks, " he said, "so that I can access the skin of the anus and treat it properly." She obeyed, her labia slightly parted as she leaned forward, a drop of lube glistening in the soft interior light. With a sly smile, he stepped back to appreciate the view before him: a plump pink pussy glistening with remnants of wax and balm, an elastic ass and a ring of pink anus — her body was open and ready for the next stage of her sensual transformation. When Sergei noticed a shiny drop on her swollen lips, he said, "You're getting wet down there again. Let's get you dry." He began to gently wipe the outside of her labia with a towel, lightly touching their folds. Then he moved to her pink anus. Lisa held her breath, trying not to show her excitement. "This is necessary, " he said, "to prevent moisture from accumulating again." Having secured her consent, he continued, now his attention shifted to her anus. He had carefully treated the area with antiseptic, and the coolness of it sent shivers down her spine.
When it was time to begin waxing her buttocks, he applied warm wax with a firm hand, occasionally touching the inner walls of her open slit with his fingers. The sensations were unbearably intense, and Lisa's body responded with a deep, passionate desire.
The moment the last strand of hair was removed from her anus, she felt the approach of orgasm. Her body trembled as she tried to stay still, the vulnerability of her position increasing her arousal. "It's okay, " Sergei reassured her, noticing her reaction. — Some women actually have orgasms during this procedure. There's nothing shameful about it." With these words, he put his palm on her ass, curved his middle finger and inserted it into her smooth and already moistened slit, quickly moving it to the beat of her contracting muscles. The sudden penetration pushed her to the limit, and she clung to his hand again, her body shuddering with pleasure. Sergey took his finger out of her pussy, letting her cum.
An orgasm overwhelmed her, a flood of sensations that made her squirt onto the couch beneath her. Sergei, ignoring her reaction, continued to behave like a professional. He inserted his finger into her wet pussy again and whispered words of encouragement, "Good girl, " as he continued to move his finger inside her. Lisa's cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire as she neared climax after squirting. The room was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal, and she knew that her husband was waiting outside, and the thrill of their shared secret only increased her pleasure.
The master extracted his wet finger from Lisa's pussy, and she collapsed onto the sofa, still shuddering from the ecstasy she had experienced. He helped her sit on the couch, holding her breasts. Her legs were spread apart and covered with her juices.
"Now let me get you cleaned up, " he said in a professional voice. He wiped his hands and told her to lie on her back, pulling her knees up to her chest. Lisa complied with the request. Her legs were raised and spread apart. She held them with her hands. Lisa was burning with shame because of her defenseless pose. The master again saw the beautiful view of her open pussy. He wiped her pussy and ass from her juices with a napkin again and began to apply antiseptic to the skin. This pose exposed her only waxed and finished pussy, her naked mound, framed by a strip of hair, was open and beckoned to her. He applied the antiseptic with extreme care, without taking his eyes off her shiny crotch.
"The results of waxing will last up to four weeks, Lisa, given the texture of your hair, " he informed her. "Feel free to visit me regularly for cosmetic procedures." Lisa got off the couch. She wiped her body with a towel, examining her pubis. I left my hair in a bun. Next, she began to get dressed, putting a transparent thong on her smooth pussy. Sergei couldn't resist stealing another glance at the beauty standing in front of him.
"I hope you enjoyed our service?" he asked, looking at the spot where he had just brought her to orgasm. She returned his gaze with a knowing smile, the blush on her cheeks becoming even brighter as she put on the dress. "Sergei, it was a wonderful procedure, " she whispered. "I will definitely come back... and more than once." There was an unmistakable promise in her voice. She put on her sneakers, and nodding goodbye, she left the office, leaving behind an intoxicating scent of perfume, feminine vibes and satisfaction.
Leaving the office, Lisa felt her face flush and her gaze drop down. Her husband, noticing her agitation, realized that she was in an awkward situation during the reception.
When they were returning home by taxi, he whispered to her how she felt during the procedure at the cosmetologist. Lisa told him about the details of her hair removal, which only increased their mutual arousal. Her voice sounded soft and passionate as she talked about her waxing session. She described the initial pain, the wax sticking to her hair, and how she eventually felt relief and pleasure. With each word, her husband became more and more aroused, his penis hardening at the thought of her vulnerability and the newfound smoothness of her intimate area. As she spoke, the scent of her arousal filled the air, and her pussy became moist.
Arriving home, her husband did not waste time and, lifting her dress, took off her wet panties. She stepped over them, her cheeks flushed, and he could see her smooth labia glistening with excitement. "Bend over, " he ordered, and it was clear from his firm tone what he wanted. "Just like you did hair removal, " he added in a low and husky voice. Lisa obediently assumed the position she was in in the salon. Taking the same position as in the cosmetologist's office, she got down on all fours in front of him. He admired her naked pussy, which was wet with anticipation and his own saliva. He whispered: "You're so smooth and delicious, I just have to taste you." He buried his face in her wetness, his tongue enthusiastically exploring her folds. Lisa moaned, arching her back and pressing against his mouth. Her husband put his hand under her, playing with her clitoris, while licking and kissing her pussy. He felt her body tense and realized that she was close to orgasm. Lisa's voice was full of desire as she said: "Darling, come inside me with your cock." The man quickly took off his trousers, exposing his small but erect penis. He slowly entered her, filling her with a feeling of warmth and closeness. Lisa moaned as he started to move. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her freshly waxed pussy was almost unbearable.
Her breasts swayed with every thrust, her nipples stuck out and begged for attention. He reached out to her, pinching and twisting them until she squirmed beneath him and her hips bucked back against his every move. The sound of their bodies touching filled the room with a symphony of lust that grew louder by the moment. "Cum inside me, " she breathed, her voice choked with desire, "I want to feel your cum filling me."
He felt her pussy clench around him, and after making a few movements, he released his seed, filling her when she reached orgasm in response, enjoying the feeling of his warmth inside her. They stood there for a moment longer, his cock still inside her, their bodies shaking from the jolts of their shared orgasm.
Exhausted and satisfied, they got up from the floor, holding hands, and went to the bathroom to tidy themselves up. They were waiting for a summer vacation in Montenegro, which was the reason for Lisa's careful self-care. The pleasure she received from the waxing procedure only increased her anticipation of the upcoming sensual adventures...