This is a fantasy but some small parts are true. wish it all was. Tell me if you want more.
It all started when my wife bought a cheap IPL laser off ebay. She said she was fed up with shaving her legs and decided to get a laser hair remover off ebay for about £60. She said it would save her all the fuss and money she spent on veet or waxing. After a few weeks of use, her legs were permanently hair free and I commented how smooth and feminine they felt, “wouldn’t it be nice if you did elsewhere too?’ This was bold from me as my wife was so conventional sexually then and, apart from a bit of lady gardening, she never went for anything like a Hollywood or a Brazilian. “Well, I’d think about it if you did a bit too, say your hairy back and chest” she replied. As I got older, I had acquired fairly thick chest hair and even some on my back. To be honest, I didn’t like it and when I had the chance I shaved it. I told her it was because I felt it made me look younger, but really it was to make me look and feel more femme when I dressed up as Jenny. But she didn’t know that. But this offer provided me with an ideal opportunity. “You’re on I said” and for the next few months we did each other. When I finished with her 80% of my wife’s pussy hair was gone and she trimmed the stuff close to sensitive skin. She was happy to do it as I made sure she knew how much I enjoyed tonguing her newly bared sex. Meanwhile, she had a much bigger job, but eventually all my chest and back hair was gone and she conceded it made me look younger, especially as `I had lost some weight. She didn’t know then, but this was largely because as my body became more feminine I was enjoying dressing up even more and Jenny looked better as a slimmer girl. She did say, “it would be nice if you lost the moobs a bit more though.” But then she didn’t know how much time I spent when I “working from home” with my nipples being stretched by pumps and clamps.
One night, as we were dressing up for a night out, I asked her to wear stockings and suspenders like she used to. With a cheeky grin I told her, “after all, your legs look so sexy now they are bare right up to your cunt.” She blushed, but with a bit more persuasion, she was convinced to wear her red rose-buds decorated black lace suspenders and seamed stockings. “Mm, I haven’t worn these in years, they do make me feel more sexy”, she conceded as she slipped on a black cocktail dress. “Don’t wear any panties, please” I pleaded. She smiled, “do you think I am a slut?” But I noticed she didn’t dig out anything from a smalls draw. To be honest, I was envious, I’d have love to wear the same, but as my wife is so much smaller than me, I couldn’t really enjoy a sneaky fitting even if I tried.
The night out included a visit to a posh cinema where you could drink wine during the screening. As it was quiet and dark, I made sure I “casually” rested my hand on her stocking clad knee. I couldn’t believe it: my normally quite prudish wife didn’t lift my hand off, but discreetly widened her stance, so my palm could slip up her thigh to her stocking tops. Maybe the wine had made her more relaxed? She leaned over and whispered; “I am enjoying this.” Did she mean the movie, or my attention? I set out to find out by letting my hand ride up to her now smooth sex. It was warm and damp. After that I didn’t take in the movie as I wanted to get home as soon as we could and judging by my wife’s squirming bum so did she.
When we got home, my closed the door and immediately knelt in front of me undid my belt and pulled my hardening cock out. As she stroked it she said to me; “you know I would suck it a lot more if I didn’t get hairs in my mouth.” I couldn’t believe it. I had dreamt of funding reasons to shave Jenny’s pussy, but my wife Anna was too much a prude to take in such a suggestion and I knew she would wonder where and why I got the idea, but now she herself was hinting that I needed to be cleaned up. It decided to be bold. “Well you can do something about it…shave me there.” With a gleam in her eye she took up the challenge. Within minutes I was foamed up and she did a beautiful job with a fresh razer massaging bio-oil into the final smooth skin. Looking at her on her knees stroking my rapidly hardening cock I felt emboldened, “Suck it now Anna like the slut you are.” I couldn’t believe it without hestitation she licked from the shaft to the tip while stoking my balls “Oh they feel so soft and smooth,” she said “I need to suck them too.” I couldn’t believe my luck, but things took an even more surprising turn next.“ Given you made me hair free permanently, you need to be done” Anna told me. I pretend ed to put up some fuss, but quickly gave in. And before I knew it my wife was making my pubes hair free forever and I was suddenly getting more BJs.
What Anna didn’t know was how much I was enjoying wearing lingerie over my bare skin. I’d always loved a basque and stockings, but now – when I had a chance- I wore make up and some newly acquired heels. I thought I looked very sexy as a girl now. I think Anna noticed my obsession with lingerie though. Because one evening, out of the blue while she was trying on a new matching set of Rosie underwear I’d bought her in M&S, she said, “sometimes I think you like this stuff more than me”. I lowered my eyes because she was half right and mumbled something about finding lingerie sexy. I was astonished by Annas’s response, “You know what? I am going to get some for you for your birthday.” I couldn’t help blushing and although I protested feebly she could see I was excited.
[To be continued?]
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