Hi, Readers! I’m Jay, and this is my first story. It’s a true incident that took place about a week ago and since then I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, so I thought this will be some sort of release.
My wife, Kanika, and I are both well into fitness. While she is more petite and toned, I believe in bulking up. Till a couple of years ago, due to my fitness modeling projects, I used to be getting waxed pretty regularly, but since then I have not been waxing that much.
Two weeks ago, knowing that we have a trip to Pondicherry planned, I was wondering whether I should wax my chest. I think it’s important to have a groomed as well as a fit body, especially since I plan to show off a little on the beaches. I asked Kanika if she had some spare wax-strips.
She didn’t, (un)fortunately. I was about to go back to this grooming center I used to visit in the past. She suggested that I just have to wait for her waxing didi, who was bound to come for her routinely to visit Kanika in a couple of days. At first, I was unsure, but Kanika assured me that didi wouldn’t mind making a couple of extra bucks. Since then, we didn’t speak about and I had completely forgotten about this as well.
A few days later, I entered the home to post a hardcore workout. I was sweating profusely and my white workout vest was clearly drenched. I usually wear a loose vest while weight training to be able to move freely. My pecs are also almost always visible since the thin straps of the vest fall short of covering them.
I entered my bedroom, where to my surprise, Kanika was just getting dressed after her waxing. “Oh god, you’re here, didi was just about to leave”, Kanika looked at me and exclaimed. Without waiting for my response, she turned to the other woman and said, “Didi, I told you about our upcoming trip to the beach na? Jay was about to go to a waxing parlor but I told him he should wait for you instead.”
Filling in an awkward silence, I commented, “But Kanika, I’m a bit tired from the workout. Plus, I’m rethinking this waxing business. Too painful.” The frail 30-something, didi just stood there looking at me, when Kanika jumps in – “No baby, didi’s waxing isn’t painful at all. Don’t worry.” Kanika went to the living room to collect some money, signaling didi to start her work on me. I had no choice. I sat on the edge of the bed.
Didi asked me to lie down. She climbed from the other side of the bed and opens the box of yellow wax. “Bhaiya, please put your arms over your head.” Before applying the hot wax to my armpits, she gently moves her petite hands across a shallow jungle in my underarms. She places her left hand on my chest (just above the edge of the deep cut vest) were a few hairs were popping out for support, and starts gently rubbing hot wax by her bare hands on my left armpit.
She pulls the wax-strip away in a swift jerk and I croak. Kanika comes in laughing at my pain. While Kanika sits on the chair beside the bed and invades her phone, didi takes a crack my other armpit. My skin was burning. I knew it was going to be painful. But then suddenly, didi dabs something cold on my underarms and gently massages. “Cold cream always helps, Bhaiya”, she smiles at me.
She nervously asked me to take my vest off. I sat up and took off my vest when didi starts running her hands on my well-carved back (it was chest and back day for me at the gym today). Her hands reach towards my lower back where a little hair-jungle was growing. She asked me to lie on my stomach and gently continued rubbing my lower back.
She pulled my shorts down just by a few centimeters above my buttcrack and starts applying the wax. After getting done with my back, I was asked to turn over. While didi gently massages the site of her next wax-strip around my chest and nipples, Kanika tries to take a dig at my sprouting body hair, “Gosh, you look like a sexy gorilla. Right, didi?”.
Didi, awkwardly smiling, replies, “Nahi, but bhaiya is also very handsome and extremely fit. He will be the eye-catcher at the beach.” I felt rather glad and proud for a minute. Didi had finished massaging around my chest hair and nipples, she poured copious amounts of hot wax on my pecs and started pulling the strips away without mercy.
I couldn’t wait for her soothing touch and cold-cream. She didn’t disappoint. She spent at least 8 minutes rubbing the cream on my neck, shoulders, chest. The two minutes where she circled around my nipples and also pinched them softly to erection were unparalleled. She moves down towards my 8-abs nicely massaging my abdomen both before and after the actual waxing.
“Acha, get your legs waxed too”, Kanika spoke up. I was ordered to take off my shorts and lie on the bed in only my briefs. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but then I eased into it. Didi moved strategically from my legs to the thighs. Finally, she applies hot wax to my inner upper thighs.
At one point, the wax was spread all across the muscled hamstrings to the edge of my briefs. After the painful strips being pulled off brutally, Kanika helps out didi massage the cream on my thighs. Kanika suddenly pulls up the briefs from my thighs a little and asks didi to apply some wax there too.
Pulling my the brief from the bottom had resulted in my dick becoming even more prominent to the spectators. I was getting hard pretty quickly and the already compromised space inside my brief was hastily reducing. She repeated the same for the other leg and finally, I thought this is over so I can regain some modesty.
Didi touches my belly button and gently massages a small streak of hair running from my navel to the insides of my underwear. She folds the elastic strap twice to give her a better view of the hair. “Kanika didi, yeh bhi wax karna hai?”, she asked. Kanika nodded, and my briefs were pulled even further from the top. My dick could have sprung out anytime.
While applying the wax, didi supported her hands on my crotch and her elbows touching my balls from outside the brief. They started applying the wax and soon reached the pubic hair and went on going further. “Jay, can you just take these briefs off? They’re such a hurdle”, said Kanika. Without waiting for a response, she pulled them down and off in a second. Almost out of reflex, I sprung up to cup my dick out of sight of didi.
My balls I could feel the cold air on and knew they were fully exposed. “Jay bhaiya is shy”, commented didi with a little smirk. Kanika got a little angry at me and ordered me to remove my hands that were clearly acting as an obstruction to didi’s work. “Let me cup it”, said Kanika, and removed my hands and rather slowly placed one hand on my dick in the most failed attempt to hide my dick from this stranger’s eye ever. My now fully-erect 9-inch dick was still clearly visible under Kanika’s small hands.
Didi massaged the pubic hair around my dick and even the shaft around my penis. I really thought the best course of action was to actually pretend like Kanika’s hands were saving my dick from her view. But soon, Kanika’s phone rang and she retracted. I was lying stark naked in front of this waxing didi.
She continued pouring hot wax around my penis, accidentally touching it at various instances. I looked up to find didi’s eyes glued to my circumcised dick. She catches me observing her and in her defense, she shyly smiles and says “Sorry bhaiya, don’t tell Kanika. I was looking at you. I’ve never seen a lund (penis) like this.” I asked her what she meant. “I mean, I haven’t seen one this big and without all the excess skin”, she continued, taking a finger and touching the pink head just for a second. She gets back to waxing my pubic hair and my balls. The only time the impending cold cream rub didn’t seem as appealing was now when I was stark nude.
Kanika was off to the living room, and didi poured copious amounts of cold cream on my crotch and on the top of my dick. She hadn’t even used this much cold cream for my legs or chest. She starts massaging around my dick, moves down to the balls, and spends most of her around the shaft of the penis. After around 15 minutes of massaging my crotch by circling around my dick, she starts rubbing the lower bit of my dick softly. She slowly reaches to the point my exposed head begins.
“Please bhaiya, can I touch it?”, pointing towards my pink head, she asked. Suddenly, Kanika comes back in and looks at my 90 degrees erect dick and Didi’s hands around my balls. “Arrey, of course you can touch it didi. Your gentle touch is what takes the pain from waxing away”, Kanika said while lying down next to me and starting to play with my nipples.
Didi starts rubbing the cream around my dick, moving up and down again and again. She asks me to turn around and she massages my buttcheeks with the cream, moving up my shoulders and returning to my ass. She spreads my legs and starts massaging the inner thighs and the visible dick. I turn back around and the two ladies massaged me from head to toe for another half hour. In between Kanika would tug my dick a couple of times, and make didi try it too.
Thanks for reading my sex story.
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