I could feel my blood pounding in anticipation, hoping this would be the end of it. We watched in silence as he stroked my shoulders. Suddenly I reali...ed his cock was sticking straight up out of his pants and his hand as slowly sliding up and down it.“Now, slut,” he said “Here’s how it’s going to be. I give the orders, you take them. If not I make sure the pictures I took got to everyone in this city with internet access. Understand?”I nodded slowly, starting to imagine what might be in store. "The first strip was the hardest to take, because of theanticipation. As the first patch of hair was literally tornfrom my leg, I almost let out a yell. With each subsequentstrip, however, the pain lessened. When the waxing wasdone, my legs were on fire. The salon staffer rubbed insome lotion to cool the pain, and I was once again in thehands of my wife. "The things we do for beauty. Are youalright, honey? Your legs look great." Some encouragementfor someone just through an ordeal. "You know, I. I live in the western part of the US; I am middle age, very fit, and an honest 9 in. A typical posting involves comments about the need to be discrete and wanting to meet in a public place to see what the chemistry is like. I receive a variety of replies; far too many from desperate men who can’t seem to write a meaningful sentence. But every now and then one seems to stick a cord. One of the recent replies was from a middle age married man, who described himself as “curious”. We agreed to. When we pulled away from the kiss, she looked at me with this massive smile on her face. She got up, walked to the door, and turned off the light. I sat on the bed in complete darkness, waiting for her to sit back down next to me, but she didn't. Suddenly I heard the distinctive sound of her unzipping her jeans, and the light crumpling noise of fabric hitting the wooden floor. I caught my breath as I felt her hands lifting off my thin cotton dress, leaving us both sitting on her bed in nothing.