THE HAIR DRESSER

I had fantasised about watching my wife making love to 
another man, practically since we met. Over the years, 
the fantasy had become a regular part of our love life. I 
would ask her to describe an erotic encounter she'd had 
recently, so she'd make up a story that would make me 
come pretty violently - within a few minutes.

She seemed pretty turned on by these stories too, but she 
normally told them at the end of a long love making 
session and was by then, very satisfied herself anyway.

As an example of the kind of experience she'd make up (I 
assume she made them up!) one of our favourites was when 
she went to the hairdresser. He took her to a private 
room and started on a facial, which required her to close 
her eyes under the mask treatment. 

She's lost in thought when she feels a hand slowly 
massaging her bare legs, rising gradually higher and 
higher towards her short skirt resting at the top of her 
thighs. The unreality of the situation causes a dreamlike 
quality and she doesn't really feel the need to resist. 
She's relaxed, languid and enjoying the sensation of the 
hand as it gently - very gently - strokes and probes, 
strokes and probes.

The hand works itself up to her white and lacy panties, 
that are by this time showing a tell tale dark, moist 
slit along the middle as she's beginning to be very 
turned on by the hand and it stokes and probes. The hand 
gently parts the panties and begins to tease her by 
touching with little butterfly strokes all round her 
pussy. Never really touching, just teasing.

Her pussy is covered by a fuzz of very thick, dark hair, 
which she keeps trimmed. The result is that it can be 
seen very clearly and explicitly by who ever might be 
observing her excitement. She's also very wet, by now, 
her pussy slick and succulent to the touch.

By then, she's squirming in the seat and couldn't stop 
the hand, no matter what. The hand gently hints that it 
would like her to lift her gorgeous velvet bottom off the 
chair so it can remove her panties, which are truly 
soaked by this time. She has no choice but to comply and 
the hand continues to stroke and probe and tease.

Then she feels the unmistakable feel of breath gently 
blowing into the folds and secrets of her luscious pussy, 
followed by a lapping tongue on her engorged clitoris. 
She shudders with her first orgasm, but the person isn't 
finished yet with their skilful seduction.

Her eyes are still closed as she hears the erotic sound 
of a belt buckle being undone, followed by the whisper of 
trousers falling to the floor. Then the tip of what can 
only be a penis brushing her distended outer pussy lips. 
She moves her pussy towards it, a brief flash of guilt 
passing through her mind - this is a real penis she's 
allowing to invade her, not a dream. But she can't stop 
now and with a gasp, raises her hips to meet the 
challenge. The gasp gains in strength as she realises 
just how big the challenge is. It feels as thick a Coke 
can.

A light sweat is now apparent on her flushed face, as she 
strains to take the cock inside her tight pussy. But with 
a few lubricating thrusts, she manages it - it's only 
about 7 inches long, thank heavens, just very thick.

The penis pumps in and out, with its owner rotating his 
hips on each thrust to give her a really full feeling. 
Suddenly she feels another orgasm building, building - 
building to a crescendo as she comes long and wetly on 
the penis. At the same time, she feels it quivering and 
exploding sperm into her tightly stretched pussy, adding 
to her own copious moisture.

After a few moments of stillness, the penis starts to 
shrink and withdraw from her pussy and all's still for a 
moment in the blissful aftermath of great fuck. But it's 
not over quite yet. She feels that hot tongue come back 
and start cleaning up their combined juices, as well as 
taking the opportunity to gently lick and stimulate her 
clit to another, quieter, but intense orgasm.

Then she feels her panties pulled back up, her skirt 
smoothed down and the door gently click open and shut.

A few moments later Rory, her facial man, removes the 
mask and smiles at her, asking innocently if she enjoyed 
her facial. She blushes and wonders if she had imagined 
the whole thing, until she feels a last gloop of cum fall 
out of her still stretched pussy. 

Tricia is always flushed when she comes home from the 
hairdresser, which makes the story even more realistic - 
but a facial does make you flush, as she says. Doesn't 
it?