A Current Affair

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NOTE TO READERS: I am an African-American woman in my early-50s and mother of three. This story began over a year and a half ago by chance. I have many emotions about posting this since the story involves my marital issues, and I am also displaying my body to the world. Why would I do these things? You'll have to read to find out. Maybe this account will also help others in a similar marital situation, but don't go about it like I did.

Please be kind in the comments. I am a full figured mature woman, so if you don't care to see me nude enjoy other stories here, but for those who continue to read on, I hope this is worth your time. All photos were either taken by myself or my friend Tamara over the years. Due to where some events took place, I have substituted related photos of me that go along with the story as it progresses.

I have changed the names of the people who are described in this story to protect their identities and businesses except my own.

-- Katy

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I had not had any sex with my husband for the last seventeen years my twenty-seven year marriage. I had (and still have) a very high libido, but my husband was not interested in me sexually after our third child. Since my mid-20's, I only had sex a few times per year before the current drought.

Shawn, my husband, constantly said bad things about my physical appearance that I didn't like because didn't accept that kids change a woman's body. Gravity also took its toll on my boobs and elsewhere, and I eventually developed self-esteem issues due to his negative comments over the years. Shawn wanted me to dress as conservatively as possible in public so no one would see my sagging boobs and belly. Eventually, I dressed the way he wanted since I wore what I felt about myself. Shawn was quite happy because he said it spared me the embarrassment of others seeing my figure.

I wasn't always self-conscious about my body and withdrawn. Before I was married I was an extrovert with self-confidence. I pursued the men I was allowed to date and had intercourse frequently, sometimes with multiple men the same day. I avoided the prostitution route some of my friends fell into, but I picked up some radical, at the time, habits like shaving my pussy bare, an idea I got from a magazine I read once that dedicated itself to shaving it all off. It was very unusual for women in my area at that time. I loved it and the men seemed to like it after the initial view or feel.

It was easy to pick men up with my aggressiveness, sexy attire and large boobs. I didn't mind giving men peeks at my body, either. I would wear short denim skirts and tight halter tops with no undergarments to attract men. I also liked rough sex along with dirty talk that sometimes went with it. I developed a clientele of sorts who liked my shaving routine and my fetishes. Eventually, my "professional" friends got upset at me since I was doing many of their guys for free. Sex was not work for me.

Today, I was a hollow shell of that woman, relegated to having sex with myself. My three close friends knew of my problems. They used that inside knowledge to try to break me out of my shell when I was out with them during our weekly get-togethers on Friday evenings. I knew they tried to lift me up emotionally, but I had been verbally abused and humiliated for so long that the woman Shawn told me I was became my way of life.

Over the years, my friends got me to wear my old backless sun dresses on our nights out. They were tighter now than when I bought them when I was dating Shawn and I wore one that night. I have very large boobies so these outfits not only showed my cleavage, but also highlighted the fact that I had no bra on. Since my dresses refused to get bigger and my body had grown in different directions, there was a good amount of exposed boob above the waist. It was hard to find anything that covered my chest back when I had first bought them, but I didn't care and neither did my future husband.

That changed after the kids, and Shawn was very upset when he saw me wear these dresses inside or outside of our house. I stood up to him for a time, but eventually his degrading comments made me stop trying to wear them. He begged me repeatedly to throw them out over the years, but I kept them because they were one of the few reminders of the better times between us. To get around him, my friends told me to pack a dress in my purse the day of, and change into it after work. To change back before I went home? My BFF Tamara offered her large SUV with blacked-out windows which was much easier to change in than my car and a lot cleaner than the bathrooms. She scouted for people getting close to her car while she sat next to me. It was humiliating to change in public even if they couldn't see me.

Humiliating? Yes. Thanks to my husband, I was embarrassed to be seen in a dress not to mention being seen naked. The dresses were too revealing with the body I had, but I wanted to appease my friends due to their constant peer pressure.

My friends and I were in a club for our weekly gossip session that covered just about every topic imaginable. My friends tried many suggestions to help my sexlife, but I refused most of them. I mean, what man wanted to see more of me than what I had on? My husband assured me that no man would even pay to see me naked. Porsche once suggested adult toys months ago. They bought a dildo for me, but when my husband found it in a drawer, he threw it out.

Anything was possible as far as "helpful suggestions" went to put a man's dick inside me. Tamara suggested a male escort, and that the group would chip in to pay for him, if needed. There was always a lot of this type of loving advice each week.

Many months later, they talked me into going commando for most of every month. Apparently, I missed the email that it was common these days to do so, even at our age (at least in this circle.) All my friends said they had been without panties for a long time. I knew Tamara didn't wear panties and I liked going commando, too. I used to go without them when I had my desirable body of yesteryear but now it was very bold and daring. . . for me. It wasn't a problem when I went to work in my safer outfits, but it was too much when in these dresses. Tamara had no issues about checking, either. However, the dresses nor the lack of panties equated to a better sex life at home.

On that particular night, we fell upon the topic of hair removal. Porsche needed electrolysis to tidy up her eyebrows and remove unwanted hairs on her face. She mentioned she did other areas in the past, but didn't go into detail even after the group interrogated her about it.

Tamara, the most radical of our group, said she had her vajayjay worked on to please her man. When the group badgered her further, she said she had everything removed around her pussy but for a small landing strip, and it made for hotter sex with her husband. It also saved her a lot of time keeping it trimmed. I knew she already had that hair style, but more on that later.

Monik said she tried electrolysis for about an hour and couldn't take the pain. When the group laughed and said she blew her man's money on another frivolous, expensive, cosmetic procedure, she stopped us with her hand and said, "Not this time, bitches, it was free 'cause I used a coupon."

We all broke out in laughter.

As always, they turned their attention to me. Thanks to Tamara's loose tongue, they knew that I had an untrimmed, furry pubic area which was not a surprise to Monik or Porsche. That set me up to be their little guinea pig for electrolysis. I told them I liked it full and grown out, and it was the way my husband wanted it, too. In reality, Shawn insisted on it because it hid my ugly post-kids vagina. After being told it was unsightly for so long, I also believed it so what I told my friends was the truth. Tamara knew I used to shave it bare, so she definitely wasn't buying it.

By the end of the discussion, my friends wanted me to try electrolysis everywhere to see how I liked it. I promised I would try it just to get them off my back. Tamara added that she had a lot of dirt on me that she was holding back just in case I tried to weasel out of it. It was lighthearted, but I knew Tamara too well.

Later in the evening, when Porsche was off to the restroom and Monik was at the bar to get more drinks, I asked Tamara more about electrolysis. I was curious about what she experienced especially when they did her private parts, but mainly to put my mind at ease.

"Weren't you nervous about being naked in from of them?" I asked.

"I've been seen by three women and they've all seen everything before. There is nothing to be afraid of, sis'. Be adventurous. You might like it. Just think of them like doctors except they won't get on your case about eating right. They've never said anything negative to me. It made my sexlife a lot better and maybe it will help yours, too," she said.

"I am not attractive anymore. That is why I have a dead bedroom. Less hair won't change that. If I was thinner and prettier, then I would maybe get Shawn to make love to me. You know, I shouldn't even be wearing this dress out in public. Guys stare at me."

"Your husband has you brainwashed into believing that, but Monik, Porsche and I know better. Them guys ain't starin' at you 'cause your hideous," Tamara said.

"I know you all are trying to help cheer me up, but there's no point in this electrolysis stuff."

"The group has spoken, dear, so it shall be done," she laughed. "We will want a full report next week so don't cop out on us. Don't take it so seriously. Just do something for yourself. I'll know if you are lying, too." She winked at me.

Trust me, she would.

As I drove back home after the party, I thought about Tamara. We were childhood friends and double dated throughout high school and after. Tamara was someone who I could always lean on. We were very close. Almost everyone would say too close.

During my younger, sexually driven years Tamara and I had a number of foursomes together that started our senior year of high school. We felt safer that way, especially in our neighborhood. We continued the tradition in college and joined a black sorority together. We lived for the parties to break up the monotony of schoolwork. After the festivities, we saw each other nude quite a lot and were in bed together naked a number of times. On school breaks, I was able to meet back up with my boyfriends and satisfy my desires on the home front.

Tamara was always rail thin with not an ounce of fat on her. Even today, she was very petite, but with a toned, athletic body even after having children. She was as tall as me so her landing strip really complimented her look. I could see why she did it.

I've always thought my BFF was bi sexual. Even though I suspected she was into women, we didn't try anything with each other. I actually enjoyed the attention she gave me, and that attention was very interesting. Maybe it was because Shawn never gave me any.

I was able to graduate from college with honors in accounting and eventually became a CPA while Tamara reached her dream of become a professional photographer. She had a scholarship for track and field, so she was always into sports and fitness. Her main income came from photographing athletes and fitness models so she often had her expensive cameras with her on business trips, and I would often tag along.

I quickly found out she continued to ignore personal boundaries. It was as if we never left high school or college. She would walk in and out of the bathroom while we're both naked getting ready, and not think twice about it. It wasn't a big deal to see one another nude because if our past conquests, but over time my self-esteem issues weighed on me. She continued to look as fabulous as always, but I was overweight and my boobs were awful to look at. She had trimmed pubic hair on her pussy that her husband adored while I grew out my bush to hide my vagina for Shawn. No wonder she had a great sex life, while I had none.

She occassionally made some off hand remarks about me joining a threesome with her and her husband as if joking, but I thought she was actually serious. Why would her husband want to have sex with me? I was no where near as beautiful as she was.

The combination of Tamara as a photographer and us being more than close friends made for some interesting times.

On her business getaways, she loved to take photos of me in various states of undress. Initially, I think she wanted me to feel attractive, as if I was some sort of model. When I started to wear the dresses outside of the house without Shawn's permission, she would ask me to show more leg or expose more my cleavage. After nights of too many cocktails, these sessions sometimes became partial nude shoots. From then on, she felt she could do it whenever we were together alone (hence the source of some of my photos.) She said it was for practice professionally, but I knew better.

This is one she took of me pre-electrolysis at home.

After I arrived home and lay in bed after my night out, I started to look into electrolysis. I was about try another wild thing I was not accustomed to doing. Going commando sparked something inside me. Maybe my friends were right about electrolysis, as well. I craved the intimacy of sex where I was touched and wanted, but that was only for attractive women like my friends. It seemed like a distant fantasy now.

My friends said they had to go with electrolysis instead of laser hair removal because of our dark skin and hair. I got on my phone and looked up electrologists near to where I lived. I was surprised at how many places there were. All women owned like Tamara said, and yes, there were plenty of on-line coupons for up to two hour sessions and free consultations at most places.

A lot of businesses did not post their rates but generally a fifteen minute session was $30-$50 worth of value. The next business day, I called places near to where I worked. At the beginning, no one accepted any new clients. I never thought electrolysis was so popular!

I finally found a place in a town adjacent to the city I worked in. It was not very far, and I could keep it private without my husband finding out. When I called, a woman named Tiffany answered. I told her I had coupons and wanted to give it a shot. She needed to know what areas I wanted hair removed from, since that would take more time to discuss.

I scheduled an appointment for Thursday at 3pm. She said it did not matter what coupon I used since there was no one booked for the rest of that day. She asked for my name and I only gave her my first name. I was not about to give her my last name. . . ever!

Session #1

My time at the office went by quickly because I dwelled on the upcoming appointment. I wanted to get there on time so I left early. It would not do to show up late on my first visit. Totally Virgo, right? The traffic was not bad, and I found the place easily using my car's GPS. The parking lot was big and currently sparse with cars. I parked up in front of the business. If this was the right place, it would have to be part of a beauty salon under a different name. It sat at the end of an outdoor mall. There was a large open field to my left where a currently dry, wide, drainage channel you see in California ran through the city.

I was about to call Tiffany and ask where her place was located, but then I saw a small sign hanging on the door that displayed the name of the place I searched for along with the words "By appointment only. Entrance located around the left." written below it.

The salon was part of row of businesses that you would have a hard time distinguishing one from another because of the ten foot tall wall of glass that ran along the store fronts and extended from the sidewalk to just below the eaves where the signs above were displayed. The salon windows in front were particularly reflective.

I sat in my car and stared at the reflection of myself. What was that lady who stared back at me thinking? I got out of my car and headed around the side of the salon. There was a narrow service road that ran along the building toward the back of the stores, but further down the road there appeared to be something going on. There were women in dresses lined up near the corner with a few men checking them out, and a few of them looked at me as I turned the corner. It was a little nerve racking and the entrance to the electrolysis shop was nowhere to be seen. I definitely wasn't walking down to the back of the building if that was where it was, so I turned around and headed through the front door instead.

Just inside, there was a small waiting room to my right with plastic chairs for seating. Behind a glass wall next to them was the hair salon, and there were three hair stylists working on their clients. I approached the receptionist in front of me who stood behind a counter. I saw her name tag and realized she was the one who took my call yesterday.

"Hi. I'm Katy."

"Nice to meet you. Do you have an appointment?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes. I called you earlier in the week about an electrolysis appointment today."

"The entrance is over on the outside to my right."

"I wasn't sure so I came here to make certain. I didn't see a door. It isn't around back is it? It looked like something was going on back there."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Don't worry about the women or the clients down there. They are with the massage parlor inside here, but their main entrance in the back. You are going to a door on that side but it's recessed from the outer wall. It is a converted space the owners wanted to rent out. There is a way to get to it from in here, but it isn't meant for customer traffic."

I thanked her and walked outside and rounded the corner. I thought it strange that the massage parlor wasn't indicated anywhere in front of their business. This time I noticed that the glass continued around the corner of the salon up to where the shop entrance was some thirty feet down the side. I could see my reflection in the windows as I walked toward it. As I got closer, I could see that the women down the road were selling more than massages judging by their outfits. I turned and walked up a narrow, short corridor to the solid, metal door with a small light overhead. I opened it and entered into a fairly large room on my right. It faced out toward the drainage canal to the southwest. The whole wall that faced the street was just framed glass that I just passed outside, and I was surprised how much you could see out from the inside. It was also unfortunate, since there were no curtains along the entire thirty foot span. The room had enough space to fit a nice chair, desk and a table with a sheet of paper that covered it, along with a stool with wheels stored underneath. All of them rested on a dark brown vinyl floor.

Next to the table was the electrologist's machine on a cart with wheels and there were wires attached to it. A cord was connected to several floor petals and another was attached to a metal cylinder. The remaining wire went to a probe-like device. There was shelving with sterilization equipment and supplies and and a large, adjustable exam light overhead.

At the head of table opposite the front, was a wall covered with many photos of youth baseball, soccer and flag football teams. From six feet away, they all looked like local county youth teams from around the area and were maybe sponsored by this place. I appreciated that the woman who owned this did that for the area children, being a former team mom and coach myself.

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The other two walls were decorated with landscape paintings and there was elevator-type music playing in the background. Soon, I heard footsteps from down a hallway behind a second interior door that was partially open. A young man in his early twenties entered the office and walked up to me.

"Hi, I'm David. You must be Katy?" He said as he offered his hand to me.

"Uh, yes. You're a man. . . I-" I blurted it out before thinking.

What a sexist comment. Of course, men could be electrologists. Ugh. That was one of my face palm moments.

"Last time I checked," he laughed.

"I am so sorry, I mean of course you are. It is just that I was expecting a woman. My friends said women were their electrologists."

"Your friends were pretty spot on. Almost all electrologists are female because most of the clients that want hair removed are women. If you think about excessive or unwanted hair in places like the face and back due to Hirsutism or PCOS, combined with the societal pressures on younger women to be as hair free as possible, you can see the demand for female electrogists."

He turned and closed the door. All the noise from behind the door he entered went away. He gestured me to the chair.

"It got really quiet," I said as I sat down.

"There is only so much blow drying and gossip you can take after a time. I had them add sound proofing to that wall and door to keep the noise out. I couldn't talk to my clients half the time without yelling at them. It was not good for business."

"Nice. I was surprised you had any openings. No one else seems to be taking any new clients. You were my last hope for anything close by."

"Well, first of all," David replied, "I am around six months out of electrology school so I don't really have a big client base. Most people who come in are curious about what electrolysis is and how it feels and are only doing it because of a free session. Also, it is harder for a man to bring in and retain female clients for many of the things women want hair removal for," he said as he pulled out the stool with rollers from under the table and sat down.

"Most of my business right now comes from gender reassignment surgery. That has become a lot more common these days. I have to remove all their pubic hair including down between their legs and sometimes on the upper insides of the legs. That takes many long sessions. The doctors cannot do the surgery unless that area is hair free.

"The bad thing about it is that in electrology school they don't let the students practice much on those areas. We actually have to practice on each other, but they say practice makes perfect. To begin, I have new clients ask me anything they want. I want to make sure you know what to expect and reassure you that everything is hygienic and safe."

While he was talking I had a chance to study him. My, he was young, younger than my youngest child, perhaps. He was handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes, around six feet tall with white, pale skin and he looked to be fit.

"Why do you have an entrance on the side of this business? It was a little discomforting for me initially."

"Yeah, well it was the most affordable place I could find since the rental rates are so high. It doesn't have lighting over on the side except above the door so I keep appointments during daylight hours as much as possible for safety if I see female clients. Sorry, it's the situation that exists. Any concerns?"

"It's OK. I think I can handle it. What does electrolysis feel like? I read that there are three types of electrolysis, so which one do you use?" I dreaded the answer to the first question.

"The pain varies from one person to the next since everyone handles it differently. A lot of people equate it to getting a tattoo. Some people can handle it, while others can't. There is topical numbing creme that I can sell you that will numb the areas if you need to, but usually I would have you apply it before you come in since it needs at least an hour to work.

"As far as the type of electrolysis I use, I prefer the blend technique which is a combination of galvanic and thermolysis.
Galvanic as the electrical current and the thermo as the heat. I do not use thermolysis-only since I believe it scars the skin like laser treatments can do. I really have to raise the temperature to kill the hair follicles. The blend technique allows me to use less current and lower temperatures that I believe is the most comfortable for my clients. Anything else?"

Despite the tattoo reference, he became more charming with each sentence. Maybe it was because I was horny.

"How long does it take to get rid of my hair? How long does the pain last?" I asked getting a little less certain. The statement "feels like a tattoo" started to etch itself into my head. Ouch!

"I will be upfront about this. It will not be a one session deal. It will take months or even up to a year to get areas hair-free. It depends on how often you come in and how dense your hair is. It also depends in how high the current is. Hair takes longer to kill at a lower current setting. And, of course, it varies from person to person. However, it is cheaper than laser and electrolysis has been around for over a hundred years, and has been proven to work. I don't ask you to pay upfront. It is strictly by the hour, or if you want, fifteen minute intervals."

I thought about it.

"I think that's it, but I believe I've used up my fifteen minutes just by asking questions," I said.

"I am not charging you for this Q and A. I want you to experience what it is like. It's why you are here, right? We can try a spot to see how it goes. I will set the machine to 30% of what is considered normal but it will take longer to kill each hair."

He was very open and kind and it made me feel more comfortable.

"What do I need to do?" I said.

"You said to the receptionist that you wanted to remove everything from the neck down. Is that correct?"

"Well, not exactly. My friends said I should try it all over and then go from there."

"I will need to see everything first because I want to see if you have any hair or skin conditons that may prevent me from doing electrolysis. Please remove all your clothes including your underwear." Yeah, he was kind of like a doctor. Sigh.

I looked toward the street. "Can people see in from the outside?"

I tried to make some sort of excuse not to take my clothes off. David would be the first man besides my husband to see me naked in a very long time. All my doctors were female. I was scared he would laugh at me or say something bad, or worse. He might kick me out when he saw me nude.

"No," David looked outside, "don't worry about all the glass. You can see out, but no one can see in. I've tested it out and it looks like a mirror from the outside, but it really brightens the room and helps me see better. I don't need to set my light as high with it. The owner had one way mirror film installed all the way around the salon. She says it was the best kind, whatever that means."

That was a relief. I removed my long sleeved sweatshirt followed by my button down shirt and loose-fitting pants. That left only my bra on and nothing below it.

"I am sorry that I didn't wear panties today. I was not expecting a man."

Why did I get talked into this? I tried to hide my pussy.

"It's OK, Katy. It's no problem. If it helps any, I sometimes get an eyeful inside. I'm the only man in here except for some male clients in back," he laughed.

I sighed and removed my undersized bra. I was embarrassed to let him see half my boobies popping out in all directions. Shawn didn't want me to spend more money on larger or tailored bras.

I stood there in the nude doing a poor job trying to cover up. I felt sorry that David had to see my body.

"I apologize about what you see. I know I am not pretty to look at."

He looked me with a puzzled expression and then smiled.

"Don't be so shy. Why would you say something like that? You look terrific. Why don't you lie down face up so I can see you better in the light."

I sat and then lay down on the table. Here I was naked in front of a stranger who wasn't even a doctor, and my pussy faced the world. This was not going well.

He positioned his light over on top of me and sat down on his stool. I still tried to cover up, but the exam table was just too narrow and my boobs tried to fall off on either side of me and over the table edges. He leaned over me and started to look at my skin from head to toe. He eventually reached my pussy.

"Can you kindly move your hand, please."

I hesitantly took it off my pussy.

He was quite the darling and didn't say anything about my pussy as he briefly looked at the rest if my body and finished at my ankles.

"Initially, everything looks great. You are how old?"

"I'm 51."

"Your skin is in excellent condition. It looks like you've been staying out of the sun. Your body hair looks healthy, too."

"You didn't see anything wrong?" I couldn't believe he didn't say something mean.

"No. You look wonderful. I don't see any issues. What hair did you want to try to remove first?"

"How about the back of my neck?" It seemed like the safest spot.

"Yes, that is a popular spot. Why don't you turn over and lie face down and grab this metal cylinder for me. That will complete the circuit which makes the galvanic part work."

He put on what looked like magnifying glasses.

I turned over and he got a look at my butt for the first time. He rolled up toward my neck and pushed my hair up with his left hand to take a look. The cords attached his machine tickled my butt as they glided across it.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." I closed my eyes tight and squeezed the hell out of that metal cylinder.

"The probe will be inserted into each hair follicle down to its root. The cool breeze you feel is coming from the probe. You might feel a heat-like sensation or slight pinch which is the galvanic current being applied. Then I will pull the hair out with the tweezers after it's been killed."

He slid the probe into my first hair. I felt a little pinch and in about five seconds it was done.

"That wasn't bad at all," I said surprised.

"Keep going?"

"Yes."

He did around thirty hairs in about five minutes.

"Want to try a higher setting? I can go faster that way."

"Okay."

He reached over me and pushed a button on the machine several times and sat back down. At the fifteen minute mark, the back of my neck was bare. It felt a little like a sunburn.

David pulled back. "We ended up almost at the normal current setting doing that area. I must tell you that even though some areas feel like nothing, others might give you more pain depending on how concentrated your nerves are. You will see some bumps and reddish spots where the hairs were removed. Those are nothing to worry about and will go away. I stand by my work and I guarantee no scaring. Who wants to see all that cleared skin and see ugly scars afterwards? Did you want to keep going? I will not charge you if you do."

I started to enjoy the electrolysis because I was doing something for myself for once. David had great table-side manners, too. The thought of not having to see or shave unwanted hair became very appealing to me. And truth be told, the pain sensation so far was like mosquito bites.

Most of all, I also really liked David. His compliments made me want to keep visiting him.

"Maybe my arms next? I don't have much hair there, but I think it looks funny with so few."

He had me turn on my back and then started on my right arm. I had to lift my boob up with my other hand so it was out of his way. The electrolysis was more painful, but it still wasn't too bad. It took longer than my neck, but David finished my two arms forty-five minutes later.

"You might see the hairs regrow again. The hairs on your arms and neck have different regrowth rates. At any given time only around 30% of your hair is growing and electrolysis is really only successful on actively growing hairs. The rest of the hairs are either dormant, shedding or too small to see coming out of the skin. I can't give you a treatment schedule until I've cleared everywhere you want in a given week."

"This went better than I expected so I want to set up another appointment."

He sat down and opened the scheduler on his laptop. "When did you want to come in again? My rate is $100 per hour and I have openings tomorrow. What other areas did you want to remove hair from?"

I wanted appointments later in the day. That way I could always say to my husband that I needed to work late or I was out with my girlfriends.

"I definitely want to remove a few hairs on my shoulders but I think I need to try armpits and legs after that," I said.

Doing those areas would save me some time in the mornings and Shawn never had a problem with me shaving them. I did not want him to do anything with my pussy.

"Your armpits and legs will be more painful than your neck and arms," David said.

"I just shaved those areas this morning."

"I suggest you wait at least four days for the hair to get long enough so how about next week? Thursday at 1pm for at least an hour? I can also go over your arms and neck again."

"Let's do it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"In the meantime, you can get more intimate ideas from your hubby about your genital area in case you'd like to do some work there. Guys have lots of hair style ideas, you know." He obviously saw my wedding ring.

"I probably shouldn't do anything there after I've had my children. My husband would dislike the thought of me touching it, too," I said.

David had a puzzled look after I said that and was silent for a moment. He then cleared his throat.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next week."

* * * * *

It was Friday night following my first appointment and I was out once again with my girlfriends at one of the local bars.

"What areas did you do? Did you cry out in pain?" Monik looked at me with wide eyes.

"How was she? Did you like her?" Porsche added.

I had told Tamara everything right after my appointment but not to Porsche or Monik.

"I only did my neck and arms, guys, with my armpits and legs next. News flash, my electrologist is a white man, not a she."

"Mmm, Katy." Porsche purred. "Is he cute?" She stirred her drink with her finger.

"Katy's got her some white sausage now," Monik laughed.

"Get over it guys, he's in his early 20's, and I'm over twice his age and married." I showed them my wedding ring.

"No you're not, girlfriend," Tamara replied. "Married couples have sex. That's what separates them from plain ol' boring roommates."

"All you think about is sex, Tamara," I remarked before I took a drink of my cocktail.

"I know you too well, sis'. You are hornier than me and you ain't got no outlet for it," Tamara said.

"What about your kitty?" Monik asked.

"Y'all really think hair removal around my pussy will be worth it? My husband would kill me if he found out," I said.

"It is, Katy. We are not askin' you to do anything drastic. Just make it presentable. Shawn will not notice it." Tamara pointed down to my crotch.

"Yeah, a little less cave woman and more twenty-first century love carpet," Porsche chimed in.

"You've got to be kidding me, guys. My hair is there for a reason."

"Again, because of Shawn and he's got you believing it. I am just speaking the truth. You've got to tidy it up. You never know when a man will come along. . . like David," Tamara said.

"You bring this type of stuff up every time you see me nude. I can't cheat on Shawn."

"I can still keep trying, right? Shawn's an ass hole and he cheats on you."

"None if you know that for sure," I got a little upset at them.

"Hey, we all get dick every other day. You get none even when you beg for it while your husband is sticking his dick in other women," Tamara said as she glared at me.

"Drop it, guys," I said.

"OK, fine. How did David like your dress?" Tamara asked.

"I wore what I wear to work," I said.

"That bad? You should have worn something like you have on now," she said and looked down at my dress and winked. "I think he would like it much better. Just change into one after work like you do for us."

"He will more than like it," Monik added.

"He saw me naked. I am sure he has zero interest in me after that. I doubt he'd be interested in someone his mother's age," I shook my head.

"Why, he say something bad about your body?" Tamara asked.

"No. He was very polite and complemented me a lot," I said as I thought about David's reaction to me.

"Well, what are ya waiting for, sister? Try a little vajayjay love and see what it does to David. More importantly, do it for you. Get that sexy back."

Session #2

It was the morning before my next appointment. I packed some hygienic products with me so that I could freshen up before the appointment because I cringed at the thought of David working on my smelly armpits. I stood in front of the mirror and sighed as I looked at my nude body. I thought back to the old days.

I grew up in a racially charged environment. My family was entrenched in the inner city "projects" and that endocrinated me into the long standing negative race relationships. My parents and grand parents were anti-miscegenationists which meant I could not date or marry anyone outside my race. Fortunately, I grew up in a part of a city with a lot of black men so it was easy to satisfy my sexual needs. All I could think about was black dick and when the next one was going of inside me.

I was determined to be the first of my family to graduate from college, but I still had sexual needs. I met Shawn as he walked back from a grocery market my senior year of college. I made love to him on a dirty mattress in an abandoned house a couple blocks from my house on Thanksgiving break. In fact, it was the same former drug house I had many sexual encounters in with homeless men who sometimes spent time there. I remembered how Shawn complemented me on my boobs, body and hairless pussy. I graduated college carrying his child. Pressure by my parents to marry him was emense. It had to be him or if that didn't work out, another black man.

I was encouraged by them to do anything Shawn, my top marriage prospect, desired in the bedroom (or out of.) It wasn't a problem with my torqued up libedo. "I had to to get the ring" my parents said and I was doing it the old fashioned way. Shawn promised the ring would be coming soon while I continued to have sex with him without protection. My mom suggested to me in a roundabout way that more kids would get him more attached to me. We had another two children soon after but there was no ring yet. Fortunately, my mother helped take care of our kids while I continued my education. Shawn didn't seem to care about being a parent.

Shawn proposed to me while I completed my CPA requirements despite the dwindling to non-existent sex. Tamara warned me that Shawn wasn't going to marry for love or the children, but for money since I was about to become a CPA. I thought we had a slowdown in the bedroom due to the stress of my education. Tamara also told me was interested in other women back then. I didn't believe her because Shawn had great assets in bed and I loved the sex. After marriage the sex dwindled further and his love for gambling increased.

A few years later and despite catering to whatever Shawn wanted, I was no longer that desirable wife. I couldn't believe what had happened. I gave him three children and my reward was disinterest and degradation. Why was I being punished? I begged for sex constantly which became more humiliating as time went on. Eventually, I didn't feel attractive enough to even ask for sex.

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My friends continued to tell me he had affairs with younger women so he could care less about my needs. Maybe it was true, but I didn't want to hurt our children if I left.

That morning I decided to follow my friends' advice and put on my black sun dress for the appointment. I stuffed it in my purse and headed to the office in my regular work clothes. At least I would be able to tell my friends that they were wrong about the dress when I wore it to the appointment. I also decided not to wear panties since he'd already seen me nude and I'd already told him didn't wear any and I didn't want him to think I was sexist after my rude comment to him yesterday.

When my appointment time approached, it dawned on me that changing clothes earlier in the day on a Thursday would look strange to my coworkers. I normally would change at the office on Fridays before my get-togethers. I was never going to let my coworkers see what I had on underneath so I had my coat handy to hide my dress. They knew I was going out after work. However, my electrolyisis session was earlier in the day on a non-Friday so I needed to figure out somewhere else to change.

My solution? I decided to change in my car during the day. This was something I never thought I'd do at this stage of my life, but I didn't want to drive to some business and use their nasty bathrooms or where others could walk in on me. I wasn't changing in a toilet stall. Period. My car wasn't an SUV like Tamara's and didn't have heavily tinted windows either.

My job site was in the middle of a city so we used a private parking garage nearby that was shared with other surrounding businesses. It was out of the way and usually there weren't a lot of people walking around. I was completely paranoid about people seeing me change. I used my car shade to cover the front window and my coat to cover my driver's side glass. There was some additional privacy because of the surrounding cars on either side, but I did it.

I arrived at the salon early since I was nosey and curious about who would leave David's office. I got out of my car and headed around to the door. David said that he would have a sign on the door handle that would either say "in session" or "come in" since there wasn't a waiting area immediately outside it. I waited by the road. A few minutes later a young woman came out and left. David saw me and waved me into his office.

"Nice to see you again, Katy. I had you down for at least an hour today. You still OK with that?"

"I believe so. I am a little nervous to be honest."

"That's normal. I think you'll do fine. A lot of people don't even make it through their first appointment and others need numbing cream."

He closed the door behind me.

"What a dress, Katy. That black number really looks great on you."

He then noticed me from behind. "Oh, and it's backless, too. That's hot."

"Thank you very much," I said surprised and rather embarassed at the attention.

I was glad I wore the dress now. It felt really good to be complimented, and David seemed to like me in it, or was he just being polite?

I slipped out of it quickly and he handed me the metal cylinder to hold after I was positioned on the table.

"I'll start with the back of your neck to see what's emerged since last week, then I can take a look at your shoulders next."

He started on my neck and the pain was the same level as last time. He was done pretty quickly so he started on my shoulders. David found some hairs and I almost didn't feel anything there. I had a difficult time keeping my boobies from cascading off the sides of the table. Eventually it became pointless and I just let them fall off the sides. However, when that happened it caused my boob to make contact with his chest. The contact felt incredible as he inadvertently rubbed against it. I know it was just his chest, but it took my sex drive up a notch.

Later he asked me to turn on my back and raise my right arm. It was not very dignified to have David see my unshaved armpits but he was very courteous. I tried to corral the girls by bringing my other arm under them and grabbing my right boob.

"Ouch! That hurt a lot more," I said as David zapped the first hair.

He pulled up. "Do you need to reduce the current? I don't want it to be too uncomfortable."

"I will be OK. I can tough it out."

"Good girl. You're a trooper. A lot of clients say if you do the electrolysis more often you get less sensitive to it."

A little more than an hour passed and he was done with both armpits and my arms.

"OK Katy, your legs will be the toughest place yet because they have a lot of nerve endings. Just about everyone who tries it says it is quite painful. I've only had a couple women who were able to completely finish them."

"I guess we'll see how much I want it," I said. I hoped I wanted it a lot.

He began at the ankle on my right leg. It actually wasn't any more painful than my armpits.

"You are doing great. I am proud of you. They say that women usually have a higher threshold of pain than men because they go through childbirth."

"Then I have three times the immunity, and I have the stretch marks to prove it."

David laughed at that.

He removed around a quarter of my hair on both legs below the knees by the end of my session which now was at the three hour mark.

I set up another appointment for the following day. I slipped on the dress while David cleaned up my hair off the table and floor. I gave him $300 in cash since I wanted this to be as anonymous as possible. He showed me to the door to see me out.

As I walked to my car, I felt different. I felt a glimmer of what it was like to be noticed as a woman. Now I was off to change back into my work clothes.

Session #7

I had two appointments a week for up to two hours each day up until today. David was slowly making progress on my legs as well as keeping up with my neck, armpits and arms. I continued to wear my sun dresses to the appointments and David always had something kind to say to me when he saw me in them. My confidence grew by the day, and it felt good to be around a man who didn't criticize my looks. Maybe it was OK for me to dress a little more sexy, and perhaps I should do something about my pubic hair. I wanted him more than ever. I had never spent so much time in close contact with a man, including my husband.

Electrolysis on my legs was quite an experience. Most hairs came out relatively painlessly others hurt more, a lot more. David would always pause after a bad one to make sure I was OK.

Today, he was able to start work on my hairs on my thighs. I waited outside on the side of the building for a client to leave. As I waited two men passed by me on their way to the back. They gave me long stares as walked by. David came out to look for me.

"I apologize for being late. Don't worry about the time. You are not being charged until I start removing hairs. It was a late lunch."

He turned to get the equipment set up as I stripped for him.

"Oh, I see you are already naked," he laughed.

He handed me the cylinder with a wet towel around it.

"I am easily trainable," I winked.

"Oh, I see." He winked back. "It does make things move along faster. It looks like there isn't much skin irritation after yesterday's appointment which is great," he said as he looked over my lower legs.

As he worked up my thighs, I had to spread my legs wider so he could get in between them. Again, I expected David to say something negative about my pussy like my husband, but he didn't. He acted professionally and made me feel at ease. At the end of the appointment, he went behind me to get aloe vera to rub on my legs. I still subconsciously put one hand over my pussy. He noticed that.

"Did you ever ask your hubby about your pubic hair? That's next. If you don't want to remove any of it, I've cleared your body and can start removing all your hair in around two hours per week. Then over time those two hours will drop to 15-30 minutes, tops. Then you'll never see me again."

"My friends only said I should try it. They thought maybe I should just make it look normal, whatever that means. I really have no clue what is considered normal these days. My best friend has a thin landing strip."

"Well, obviously electrolysis can definitely make whatever hair style you choose to go with possible. Whatever you want. Would you mind if I have another look?"

"You saw something wrong, didn't you? It's OK, if so. We can just leave it as is," I said. I was so paranoid back then.

"I didn't see anything wrong. I just need to figure out how much hair you have to give you an idea as to the amount of time it will take to finish."

"Just be ready for it," I said as I spread my legs a little more for him.

"Ready for what? Something medical? I can't work on you if you have some sort medical issue down between there."

"Oh no, nothing like that. My husband says it's disfigured after I had the kids. That's why he insists that I keep it as hairy as possible."

"You're kidding me. That's not right. I can see why you are so self-conscience."

"Well, to be honest I wanted it this way too. I started to believe it myself over time," I said.

"I am very sorry that happened to you."

David put on gloves and reached for my groin. He ran his fingers through my long thick hairs, sometimes parting them.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you have a lot of dense pubic hair. The hairs are quite long, too. Can you part your legs a little more for me?"

I parted them more and he moved his light to a different angle. He had a thorough close up look as my vagina for several minutes.

"You have a lot of hair that builds up gradually until it gets very dense around your clitoris and halfway down your labia but a fairly normal amount on your inner legs and toward your butt. You do have gray hairs now so those will be tougher to remove, but your skin on your pussy and labia looks to be in excellent condition."

"Really? Are you sure? What about the scaring?" I asked as I got up on my elbows.

"Positive. I don't understand why your husband would have you believe that it looks bad," David said.

I never had a second opinion from another man until now. I wanted David to neaten up my pubic hair for sure.

"I think I like your opinion better. What kind of hair style do you think looks the best on me?" I asked.

"Seriously? No one has asked my opinion before. That really should be up to you. It's your body because it will be like that permanently."

"Yes, seriously. What would look the best? You get to choose, David."

"Well, I personally like pussies with a strip of hair above, like your friend, but you've got gray hairs in that area and it makes you look more seasoned," he said as he looked at my pussy.

That would make it identical to what Tamara had, and I was fine with that. Tamara, Porsche and Monik seemed to be spot on about freshening up my pussy. It looked like David was enjoying this, too.

"If you want a landing strip, then give me one. I would love it. Don't worry about some gray hairs," I stated. That would be the right amount for me.

He thought for a little.

"I'm going to take it all off. That way you won't have any gray hairs and it matches the rest of your hairless body."

Oh really?

I would have never thought I'd have a hairless pussy again. It would be more radical than Tamara's strip, but I wanted to please David as much as possible.

"I'm not going to stop you."

"What would your hubby say? I don't want to cause you trouble. It sounds. . . abusive. Sorry, if I am prying or misinterpreting your comments."

"Take it all off. Make it yours. Shawn won't notice and if he does I'll deal with him," I said confidently. I was pretty sure he wouldn't, but I wanted to spend as much time with David as possible.

I hoped that grabbed his attention. Fingers crossed.

His eyes widened at that, but David didn't reply back immediately. He thought for a few seconds.

"It will take a long time to clear it all off. You have a lot of hairs packed close together so it might take up to six hours to complete. Your groin is much more painful than anything you've experienced before. Are you going to back out on me?" He said jokingly.

"I'm all in. I am your canvas." I smiled at him and pulled my pubic hair with my hand.

"I propose that I work towards the middle from the sides first. If you change your mind at any point, then I can stop. Was your hair always this thick?"

"I don't really know for sure. I used to shave it bare when I was younger. It was that way until after my third child. Then I let it grow out."

"Ah, so being bare wasn't so outrageous to you as I thought. That explains your reaction earlier. I asked because after pregnancy there are sometines changes to your body like increased hair growth. The amount of hair you have points to that."

I was embarrassed.

"Well, now that you brought this up there was one place that started to grow some hair," I said.

I touched the area around my areolas.

"Your areolas? You have any hair growing there, too? I completely forgot to examine them."

"Yeah. It's not very dignifying to admit it to anyone."

"You weren't going to remove those hairs? Why didn't you say anything?"

"What they told you was wrong. How long ago did you shave them?"

"I don't shave them too often. The hairs are less noticeable since my boobs don't exactly point straight in front anymore."

"Don't be embarrassed. It doesn't make women look any less attractive."

He was so nice. Were guys normally like this?

"I think I need to look at them closer to see what's there."

When I was younger guys always wanted to see and feel them. This brought back those memories.

"I know you have difficulty lying on my table. Can you stand up for me and hold them up for me? Or, well, I don't know what you do to hold them up, they are so big. Maybe use two hands to lift each one separately?" He asked.

I used my two hands to lift one and hold it up for David to examine.

"May I touch them?" David sat down in front of me.

"Yes."

He took his gloves off and felt around my areolas. My nipples grew at his touch.

"Katy, this might be unprofessional of me, but I think your breasts are incredible. It doesn't matter how they rest. I can feel some whiskers around the areolas, but there are not a whole lot of hairs on either breast."

"Thank you. I haven't heard a compliment about my boobies in a long time."

He rolled over to the desk to open his laptop.

"Sorry, I don't have space for you tomorrow. I can schedule you for 1pm Thursday and Friday next week because the appointments will be long. I'll pencil you in for three hours each day to see how far we get. Make sure you drink water beforehand."

"I want to make sure you know what you are doing down there. Have you removed all of a woman's pubic hair before?"

"Actually not on a woman yet. I haven't been in business long enough, I guess. Most of my clients are men because of GRS. I have done two women that wanted their bikini lines touched up that laser hair removal couldn't get. No complaints yet."

"Well, I hope it works out. I spend a lot of time down there," I said as I felt my pubic hairs a little.

"Cool. Well, this might make you feel better. Do you remember what I was telling you earlier about electrology school and a lack of actual client testing? Well, when I started my business I wanted to know my way around down there so I did that area on myself. As much as I could reach."

"No way!" I laughed. I stood nude in front of him. It was hard to believe I would such a thing and feel comfortable doing it. I even paid him naked. I got dressed and left.

For the first time in decades, I pulled my dress up and played with my pussy in the car on my way back to the parking garage, now changing room, and then home. I thought about what had just transpired, but also the possibility that I was still sexually attractive.

On Friday night that week, my eager friends told me that David liked me a lot from my description of the appointment, but I didn't tell them that I was removing all my pubic hair. They were very happy for me. I hoped David liked me, but the age difference and my older body were probably too much for him. I was sure he had a young, attractive girlfriend with a great body. Afterwards, Tamara said that a lot of younger guys were into older women and liked all body types as I frantically changed in her car. It was upsetting that she spent more time watching me change than looking out for voyeurs.

Session #8

In the morning, I did some light makeup that included lipstick for the first time in years. It was like I was dating again. Ha! The way David complemented me made me feel better about my myself. I decided to wear my sun dresses at work everyday starting last Monday. However, that meant I was using the parking garage to change every morning, and again in the evening to keep my husband from seeing me in them. It was tedious even after three days. Doing this every Friday was easy to handle, but not everyday.

At work, I received a lot of compliments from the guys. This was the first time they had seen my real figure since I started working there. I had extra help doing things around the office and I caught a couple guys checking out my cleavage. I was offered by one male co-worker to help check my numbers for a financial portfolio. That never happened before since my numbers were always right.

All this attention was intoxicating, and I drank it up. I was glad I tried something more adventerous. Now that I wore my dresses to work, I didn't need to change before going to see David. Hooray!

By this time, I found that if I parked my car in the furthest spaces on the left near the open space, I could just barely see the entrance to the passage to David's office door. I arrived at the salon and sat in my car waiting. A beautiful young lady walked out from around the corner. I subconsciously adjusted my outfit when I saw her. I got out and went inside.

"Come on in, Katy," he said as I stood up. "What a dress! That pink color looks beautiful on you. All these dresses of yours are something else."

"Thank you. Too bad you don't get to see me in them for very long."

David chuckled at that. He set up his machine and repositioned the table.

"In any case, you look stunning in them. Your top is incredible."

"The dress top or what's underneath?" I asked as I winked at him.

"Since you asked. Both. Your tits are huge."

"Thanks again, but I am not nearly as pretty as that young thang that just walked out of here."

"There is a lot more to being attractive than just being good looking. She was hard to work with. I wouldn't want to date someone like that."

"I am sorry to hear it."

Dave smiled. "You, however, have been a great client, Katy. She could learn a thing or two from you."

I wanted to teach David a thing or two, too. I was becoming that sex crazed woman of thirty years ago with all these dirty thoughts. Ha! I couldn't believe I actually wanted to have sex with a white man. It was a fantasy I had when I masturbated, of course, but I wouldn't of dared to entertain it before the electrolysis started.

"You're a trooper and don't complain about the electrolysis like she did. My jokes, well, that is a different story," he said as he turned the overhead light on.

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"They're bad. Of course, it's not easy to laugh when you are jabbing a hot needle in me."

"We need to get started. Why don't you get ready." David rolled the paper out across the table for me to lie on.

I set my purse down and in about ten seconds I had untied the strap behind my neck and pushed my dress to the floor.

"Ready when you are," I said.

He turned. "Fast as usual. Thanks, Katy. See? You are eager to please. You are near the top of my list of clients."

"Near? I want to be number one. What do I need to do to get there?" I asked coyly.

"That was a very interesting statement," he said and smiled. "Well, I think we should clear the old areas first and then tackle your pussy."

He told me to lie down on my belly to get the back of my shoulders first. He slipped his glasses on and turned on the overhead light.

"Right now the machine is set at 1.1. That's as high as I could handle when I did electrolysis on myself."

My shoulders and neck were done in no time. Now came the armpits.

"Katy, please turn on your back. Good girl. Left arm over your head. Excellent."

My left boob now hung off the side of my body and cascaded off the edge of the table. When he was done, he asked me to turn toward him on my side and raise my right arm with shoulder back. The table was level with his chest when he sat down, and my boobs were well out in front of me and they pushed into him.

The contact excited me, when the pain wasn't coursing through my body. Occasionally, the cord connected to his probe got caught under my boobs. He briefly bushed his hand across them to untangle the line.

"Sorry about the cord, Katy. I am in such an awkward position as I reach over you. I hope you don't mind me pushing up against you."

"You are fine, David. Do what you need to do."

I was on my back again so he could do my arms. Since there were fewer hairs there, he was able to finish both arms in around ten minutes.

"How do you feel about tackling your breasts next? Or would would you rather do your legs?"

"Boobs. They're starting to get sore in their current spot. Not because of you. Sorry if they were in your way. They tend to just go where they want these days."

"No worries. You have nothing to be ashamed of. They are very attractive to me, if that helps any," David replied. "I have never seen any bare tits this big in person. Natural or not."

"You are too kind, David." I was very flattered by his comments. Maybe other men would still like them, too.

"You are also my first black female client. Those beauties are dark and exotic." He positoned himself over them with his probe in one hand and tweeters in the other.

"I wouldn't be surprised since there are so few black people in our area. Where I grew up, the reverse was true. I've never seen a white penis in person. My parents prohibited me to date a white man."

"Really? I never thought about it going the other way. I need you to hold your breasts up somehow so your nipples are facing toward the light. I also need your tits steady so they don't move a lot when I am inserting the probe."

I was used to these kind of issues so after some rearranging, I had them squeezed between my arms on the sides and from below with my crossed arms.

"That works. This area might hurt a lot. The nipple areas are usually rife with nerve endings. You ready?"

"Yes."

He started to remove my hair and it was very painful. I tried to stay strong for him but I let out muffled grunts as he pushed his probe into my boobs. David occasionally looked up at me as I reached my threshold of pain.

"I am OK. Keep going."

He kept the pace up as he went around my areolas. He was finished after ten minutes. I was glad I had so few hairs there. I was still in a haze from the pain. My boobs were still tingling.

"You really took that well. You looked like you were ready to crack but you didn't say stop. I am very impressed."

He stood up to stretch his legs.

"Thank you."

"Are you all right? You look like you need to take a break. There is a bathroom down the hall to the right if you need to use one through that door, but I need to keep up the pace to get you fully cleared this week. The owner doesn't usually want clients to head back in there so don't wander around. We only have just over four hours left this week." He rubbed aloe vera on my boobs. The cooling sensation felt wonderful.

"Sure," I said as I got up and sat on the table.

I felt the lotion David had just applied on the top of my legs as my boobs rested on them. This definitely was a mind altering experience. I took a few deep breathes and stood up. I was mind numb, and walked to the door to open it in the nude.

"Woah, Katy! Perhaps a towel to cover up? Are you sure you're OK? No one would say anything if you did but there are sometimes men back there. I just thought I'd ask."

"Oh, yes please. I wasn't thinking."

David handed me a towel.

"This is pretty small."

"Sorry, it's all I have. Be super careful. There is usually a lot of water on the floor and equipment along the way. It isn't meant for customers from this direction."

"Yeah. Tiffany said as much," I said.

I headed out to the bathroom. The hallway wasn't very wide and it looked like it was used for laundry and cleaning equipment. As I reached the bathroom, I could see a little of the massage area to my left. There were men in bath towels leaving a sauna. They did a double-take when they saw me with the little towel on. When I returned, David had a bottle of water ready for me. I thanked him, drank it all and lay down.

"Since I need to speed it up today, how about I raise the current up to 1.2? Maybe even higher. It will go quicker but it still won't damage your skin. Some people say there is no difference in the pain since the probe stays in the skin for a shorter amount of time."

"Let's go higher."

He started on my ankles first. The increased pain was there but briefer than the lower setting.

"You want to go even higher?" He asked after fifteen minutes.

"You can do anything you want, David. I will tell you if it is too much."

He got up and moved up to the max setting of 1.3. More pain but now, but I was all in. I needed my legs done for sure today. There some minor pauses as I turned to my sides or front so he could get at all the hair on my legs.

Without him asking, I spread my legs as wide as I could on that narrow table as he worked his way up to my inner thighs.

"Good girl, Katy. I didn't need to ask you. Thank you for doing that."

He briefly looked at my groin. "I see you're not covering your pussy anymore. I like that you are feeling more confident."

"I am, thanks."

My legs took longer than anticipated and we only had fifteen minutes left for today. The upside was I was temporarily hairless below my neck except for my thick island of fur between my legs.

David leaned back and wiped his forehead. "I'm not going to get you cleared this week with three hours left tomorrow. Are you willing to go another hour today, Katy? That will make four hours. I've never had a client go that long in one session."

"Anything you want," I said with a smile. I was getting tired.

He handed me another bottled water.

"Is this water costing me?" I said jokingly.

"No, of course not. I know this isn't going to be a cheap appointment."

Just then, Tiffany gave a quick knock at his inside door, opened it and popped her head in through the crack.

David looked up. "Hey, Tiff."

"I'm leaving and everyone else has already gone for the day so you'll need to lock up the front when you leave."

"Oh, OK. We'll be done in another hour."

Tiff saw me watching her from the table.

"Hi, Katy. Isn't he the best? Bye, guys." She closed the door as she left.

David looked back at me and shrugged. "See? We're one big happy family here."

"This place is definitely an eye opener," I said. I didn't feel too bad about it, but then again, I had decades of exposure with Tamara.

David turned back to me. "I will start from each side of your pussy and eventually meet in the middle. As I get closer to the area around your clitoris, the discomfort will increase. Can you lift your belly up toward your face so I can get all the pubic hair on the top edge?"

"Sorry I'm so fat." I felt ashamed of my tummy fat along with the stretch marks. I pulled it up as I cradled my boobs.

"I don't see a problem with it." He sprayed the paper towel that covered the metal cylinder again and handed it to me to hold.

The outer parts of my pubic hair were removed pretty quickly, but an inch in my hairs started to pack together. Each hair took around five seconds to remove. There was more pain that I had to fight through, and I still had the toughest parts to go. David ended up going over an hour, but he had made progress on both sides.

"Well, it is sort of symmetrical if you squint hard enough. I hope that's OK with you," he sighed. "I'm beat and I'm on the other end of the needle."

"It looks fine. No one will notice anyway," I said.

"Well, we are done for today, and I'm hungry."

David went over and grabbed the aloe vera and applied it on my legs and on the sides of my pussy.

"You did amazing job today. Will you be able to do this again tomorrow? You look exhausted."

"I am glad it's over. I will be fine. I don't live all that far away." Due to aching muscles, I awkwardly walked over to my dress and squeezed into it.

"Here's the bad part. It will be $456 for today," David said from behind.

"Four hundred, fifty-six?"

"Four and a half hours plus three bucks each for the underpriced bottles of our finest spring water," he said.

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

"Wow. Did you just acknowledge some of my humor?"

"It's cute when you try."

It was so late that the light from the setting sun began to illuminate the office. It was my cue to get home. I paid him and headed to the door. I had just thought of something.

"David, would it be possible to change my clothes here so I don't have to do it elsewhere?" I asked.

"You sure can. You are welcome to use the bathroom. Why, you going out somewhere?"

"No, I am heading home."

He looked at me quizzically.

"Oh, well, Shawn gets very angry if I wear these dresses outside the house."

"Why? You look sexy in them. Wait, you mean you change your clothes each day after leaving your house and then when you come back home? That's insane."

"Well, I just started wearing the dresses to work since Monday. But yes, I need to change before I go home after I come here," I said, "but would be much easier to do it here than in my car."

"Please, change here."

I told him that I would go out and get my clothes and come back in and change. I used the bathroom and then headed home.

Session #9

I slept well overnight and I almost didn't hear my alarm in the morning. I chose to wear my white sun dress at work since it looked great against my dark skin. I stuffed it in my bag and hoped it wouldn't wrinkle. After I put on make up and did my hair, I headed to work.

The work day was busy since we were behind schedule finishing up a corporate audit due Monday and no one, including my boss, wanted to work over the weekend. At least it occupied my mind while I finished up my part, but it made me late getting to my electrolyisis appointment.

"I am sorry if I am late," I said as I walked inside David's office.

"I was beginning to worry after yesterday. I thought you had enough," David said as he showed me inside. "I won't charge you, but we need to get started ASAP."

He already had his equipment set up. I removed my dress as quickly as possible. I hopped on the table and got ready for the grueling session. I lifted my belly up so he could get the higher pubic hairs again.

"Sweet, Katy. You know the routine from yesterday. I think I can get the rest done today. It might take more than three hours again, so I'll try the max setting like yesterday and see how it goes."

He had a three inch wide patch of pubic hair to work through on top, but a lot of the hair near and around my clitoris was the most dense. He started to remove my pubic hair on both sides.

"Take it all off David. Strip it all away. It'll be yours."

"Don't worry, it's going be hairless eventually. I can't believe you are letting me do this to you," he replied. David seemed to be in a great mood.

Dirty talk was plainly going over his head. Lol.

"It will be your masterpiece from now on," I added.

His face was red when I looked up.

"I do electrolysis as a service for my clients, but this is what I get to do to you. It's kind of like giving a tattoo artist his choice of what goes on your body. This is truly unbelievable."

He started on my hair on the highest current setting. As he worked inward, the pain increased and I flinched at just about every hair he touched.

Two hours later, I only had a half inch of pubic hair left that ran vertically and an inch radius of hair that surrounded my clitoris and the top part of my labia. He left the lower area alone for now as the pain became a lot more intense there. He got up to replace the needle.

"The hair is almost gone. You ready for the final push?" He asked as he looked at me.

My only response was to spread my legs more. He smiled and put his glasses back on.

David removed the last part of my landing strip down to where the semicircle of hair was below it. He was very thorough and complimented me on how the skin on my pussy had a nice golden tint to it in his light. He made a offhand remark about finding gold.

At the three hour mark it was at closing time for the front of the salon. There was a knock at the door. It was Tiffany, but she didn't didn't come in this time.

"David, I am heading home. Lock up he front."

"Will do. Good night," he said as he turned back to me. "We've done a lot today but there a lot still to go. I'll need an additional hour or more. You've done so well, Katy. I am so proud of you. Do you need a break or some water? I know it's hot under the lamp."

"Some water would be great, but I need to stand up for a little, thanks."

I drank the entire bottle he gave me. After I handed the empty bottle back to David, I reached down and pulled up my stomach to examine my pussy. I had a lot of reddish bumbs where my hair used to be.

"Those are the same red bumps that appeared on other parts of your body. They should go away by Sunday. If not give me a call."

I walked around the small room and tried to stretch my legs out. David noticed the room was too small for me to do that well.

"You want to walk down the hall and back?"

"Sure."

He handed me a towel that I used to cover my front only, and I opened the door. After I looked down the hall, I took a stroll down and back several times while I stretched out my legs. I didn't see anyone.

"Let's get started, Katy," David said as he peeked out of the doorway a few minutes later.

"Oh sorry," I said as I hustled back to the table and lay down. "Do I still need to hold my belly up? My arms are getting tired. It is not easy holding that cylinder at the same time."

"Yes. If you can keep the skin tight, it makes it go faster. I can get the probe into the right hair root the first time."

David worked inward around the circle of hair and it shrinked to almost nothing. The pain was too much but I said nothing. I cried a little and I had a runny nose. My legs flinched for just about every hair. I tried my best not to hit him with them as he worked. He then started on my upper lips near my clitoris.

"Holding your belly isn't helping any more, Katy. You will need to start spreading your legs wider for me. That's a good girl. I will be parting your lips a little to get the hairs just on the inside your labia especially around your clitoris. The hair on the rest of your vagina becomes less populated further down so it will go faster."

Thank goodness!

The areas immediately around my clitoris and inside my labia were the most intense spots. I cried as he worked in that area. He stopped, handed me a tissue and reassured me that it was almost over.

"You've been terrific. I can't believe you took all that pain for me. You are a remarkable woman. You need to take a short break. I don't want to keep pressing on with you in tears."

I loved to hear those words from him. The more time I spent with him made me feel something deeper, and why wouldn't it? He noticed me. I was visible. On top of that, he touched and viewed my pussy longer than my husband ever had.

"I do need to use the bathroom. You zapped the pee out of me," I said while I wiped more tears from my face.

He laughed. I gingerly got off the table and waddled to the door with my legs slightly open due to the sensitivity and soreness.

"Katy, you forgetting something to cover up? They're still open in back," he said and started to get me another towel.

"No. I'll just go like I am. I don't want you to dirty another one for something like this. It isn't a big distance. No one was outside last time," I said as I stood with my back to him at the door.

"You're becoming an exhibitionist, Katy. Your confidence is appealing."

"I always was, I think, but I lost my self-esteem years ago. You have started to help me find it once again."

As I shut the door a little behind me, I glanced back and winked at him. He was checking me out from behind.

"We are now almost at the three hour mark. We need to finish the rest of your vagina and around your anus, if you have any hairs there."

Ugh, my butt? I didn't want to look shocked at the humiliating act of him working down in there, but I was still mind numb from the electrolysis.

"Now comes the logistical nightmare. My table is just too narrow for your body so even if you try to spread your legs on the table they are not separated enough for me to get hairs down between your legs."

"That was the nicest and most thoughtful way of saying I am fat," I told him.

"Ha ha. You need to hold your legs up to your chest and split your legs as wide as you can but you will still need to hold that cylinder. This first pass will take the longest so I think you would get tired doing it yourself."

"I can hold my legs up."

The pain was much easier to deal with as he quickly worked toward my butt on the outside of my lips. I could feel him repeatedly brush his fingers over my skin to pop the hairs up. The air blowing from his probe also felt good between my legs. He occasionally pushed his index finger slightly inside my lips to look for any inward growing hair. If only that was his penis.

Despite the brief pinch of pain for each hair, I felt a little aroused by his touch. As he continued to work downward, my pussy lips parted for him. I hoped he wasn't turned off by that.

With a half hour remaining of the four hour marathon he was ready for my butt. I knew I had some hair between my cheeks.

"OK Katy, one last part and we are done. You'll have to let go of your legs for a little and then reach down and spread your ass cheeks."

I was thankful I happened to clean my ass during my last bathroom break. It became sweaty down there under the lamp. I pulled my butt cheeks apart but my hands started to cramp and I still had to hold the cylinder with one hand.

"My last hole exposed to you," I joked.

"And just as nice as the others you have. Looks like you don't have a lot of hair follicles between your vagina and anus. There are some around your anus, and lesser amount on your inner cheeks. I can't get the hairs near your tail bone in this position. It shouldn't take long."

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He worked a short time on the spots he could get to in my current position. I had to turn over and spread my ass while face down so he could remove the hairs he found on my tail bone. He finished right at the four hour mark.

"We are done," David said as he leaned back in the chair and wiped his forehead. "You are now officially cleared from head to toe! You did a remarkable job, Katy. You have been as pleasant a client as one could hope for."

I got up and gingerly walked over to the full length mirror on the wall next to his cabinet. I looked at my arms, armits and even grabbed one of my boobs with two hands to look at my nipples. I then pulled up my tummy to look at my bare pussy. It looked beautiful. My skin was nice and even toned. My vagina was barely noticeable which probably was good thing as wrinkly as it was.

David walked up behind me on one side.

"See anything I missed?"

"I don't see anything," as I turned from side to side and spun around.

"Well now I can officially say I've removed hair on someone from neck to toe. You look fantastic. Remember, it will look a whole lot better after twenty-four to forty-eight hours when the redness and bumps disappear."

"Thank you so much. My pussy looks wonderful. It is really something else. It is like looking at a brand new, younger woman."

I could not believe the outcome and it was well worth the money I spent. Like yesterday the sunlight had already made its way into David's office. Even now it hit my bare body and I seemed to glow in the light. It felt wonderful.

"I removed everything I could find so I might have permanently removed 25% if I was lucky. When you come in next week you will have hairs appearing again that were either dormant or growing and not killed. However, the electrolysis will be more efficient at removing the new hairs that appear."

I paid him $400 in cash and set up an appointment for Thursday the following week. I started to grab my dress. I was supposed to meet up with my friends tonight, but I was too tired.

"David, I need to change back into my other clothes tonight. I was supposed to meet my girlfriends, but I am too beat now. Can I grab them?"

"Sure, I'll wait for you before I lock up."

As I left the shop and walked to my car, I could feel the cool air on my bald pussy. I felt so much more exposed and it gave me the chills, but the sun helped warm me. My legs always pressed against my vagina when I walk, and even though my skin wasn't healed yet, it felt smooth and soft. It cranked up my libido despite it soreness and that said something.

I had a hard time remembering where I had parked. I called Tamara to let her know I wouldn't be there, grabbed my clothes and headed back to David's office. I felt more sure of myself so I decided to change in his office this time. There was little chance of something happening because I was too tired and achy for intercourse, but I still had my mouth. I walked into his office.

"Mind if I change in here? Your bathroom is rather small."

He was finished sterilizing the equipment and table.

"Oh yeah, if you want. I'll step out so you can change."

"You afraid of seeing me nude?" I laughed.

"Ha ha. Nice one. I though you'd want some privacy, that's all."

"Please, stay."

We talked while I changed. He watched me intently as I took off my dress and changed into my other clothes. He got a little red as I put my bra on. It was way too small so it took a little while to adjust my boobies before I put on my oversized shirt and sweatshirt.

When I was done, we said our farewells and I headed home.

* * * * *

As my sessions with David continued, my confidence increased. Over the weeks, I started to stand up for myself and I even pushed back on Shawn on a few issues. The big win for me was that I was able to wear my sun dresses at home and to work only. Shawn fought me hard on it, but I convinced him that staying married was a better (and cheaper) option for him. He thought I looked much better in my old clothes since the dresses drew too much attention to my ugly boobs. At least, I no longer had to change in and out of them in my car.

I was more daring around the office, too. I worked in a well known accounting office as a CPA with 15 other people, which included my boss. My boss and I were the only two women who worked there and everyone knew each other pretty well since we had little turnover. There were times when I would let my dress ride up my butt. I knew my cheeks hung out a little, but I acted like I didn't notice.

Whether it was at the copier or in the break room, some co-worker was there to ask if I needed help. Sometimes they would make excuses to grab something in a drawer below me, probably to get a sneak peek. It was a great feeling being sought-after. To be "seen." All of that newfound attention was great, and it helped me get off by myself, but I needed dick more than ever.

Tamara came over to the house one Saturday morning while my husband and his friends were at the casino they visited each week. She never liked Shawn and expressed to me many times that I should leave him. Despite my efforts, David still had not put his penis inside me so I wanted to do something more drastic. She knew I was displaying more my body in public, especially at work, so she suggested that I wear more daring clothes, with a dash of initiating sex. She wanted me to become my younger exhibitionist self.

She suggested we discuss it over brunch, but I needed a shower.

I headed upstairs to take one and Tamara tagged along as usual. Since the hair removal process began, she took photos of me every few weeks as the treatments went on.

"Let's see what you look like now!" She said with excitement. "I enjoy seeing your progress each week. This gonna be the last session?"

"I don't know yet. I can't keep extending it, hoping for something that may never come to pass. It is also getting expensive."

"So this is why you came to sister Tamara for some special advice? This is your chance to get some from him, girlfriend! Your first man in forever. I am so excited for you."

As I waited for the shower water to heat up, I turned to see that she had her phone out and was about to take a picture. Same old Tamara.

"Say cheese, honey. Maybe this one can be your new avatar on social media, better yet, you should send this to David," she said as she set up her shot.

Click.

Why not post it here, instead? Here is new the hairless me.

"Tamara, you might be able get away with it, but look at me. I can't get him to initiate even though I think he likes me."

"You need to be fucked, Katy. Your pussy's got cobwebs right now. I think you need to initiate like in our school days or else it'll be too late. He have a girlfriend?"

"No, but I'm out of practice and been out of the relationship scene for too long. I've tried to initiate with my husband many times but it doesn't work for me."

"Girl, you still got it. Other men are not going to reject you like Shawn. I know that woman I used to double date with is there inside you. Find her! You might have a few more pounds on you but your boobs still give you that hour glass figure. Now you ain't got those gray pubes and all."

Click.

"Ugh. Tamara. . . really? I think you've taken enough photos today," I said as I climbed in the shower.

"But I like taking nudes of you. I don't know why you care being photographed anyway. We let men take photos of us while we fucked."

"That was when I had a body men desired. The cameras back then produced instant photos where they might end up on their bathroom mirrors. There was no internet back then."

We talked for around ten minutes and then I left the shower stall. She still had her phone out waiting.

"I know of some very borderline outfits that are close to being trampy. I think you're ready for them since you like giving peeks to the guys at work, but they would definitely get more of David's attention."

Click.

"I love it when you bend over, Katy. Your boobs look hot hanging down like that. I'm so jealous," she remarked while she grabbed her chest.

"I need a breast reduction. They really make my neck sore and bra straps dig into my shoulders."

I tried to dry off as fast as I could.

"There are also a few web sites that carry see through dresses. The outfits lean on the lingerie side, but they carry a lot of plus sized dresses. Some are meant to be worn over a swimsuit and others as are tight fitting with lots of holes."

She surfed the web sites on her phone while I got dressed. She stood beside me and showed me photos of the models wearing the dresses. No privacy to be had.

By the time we reached the restaurant and were seated, Tamara had found what she was looking for.

"Here. Look at this one," Tamara said and let me see it. I swiped through the photos which showed a model with a similar body type as mine in different poses. These dresses had no sheer skin matching fabric underneath because they had to blur her privates.

"I don't know about that," I blushed. "It is totally see through. You would be able to see her pussy and boobies if they weren't air brushed out. That is meant for the bedroom, I think."

"Dresses like these are worn out in public now. They are designed similarly to what you are wearing, but a lot more revealing to those who want to stare. I think it will do you good to let your nipples loose for once. I've one outfit like it and it helps control your boobs and supports them a little. It will feel more comfortable on you. Some don't even have straps so they would be great for your shoulders."

"I don't know if anyone would want to see my boobs resting naturally," I said.

"Like they can't tell they droop a little in those sun dresses? Real men don't care dear, especially if they are as big as yours, but there's only one way to find out."

After we decided on designs and colors, she paid for them herself. Seven dresses arrived a couple days later. I tried on a solid white one in the closet. There were another three like it. Two were solid colors and the other had a colorful vertical pattern.

It was meant to be worn over a bathing suit or underwear. It was made of some kind of stretchable material so it hugged my body tightly. The tighter the fabric was stretched, the more skin it showed underneath. Everyone would know I was nude under it. To my surprise, the dress top looked like it almost didn't exist since my boobies were much bigger than the model's on the web site. What I liked about it was the way the dress was constructed, it pushed my boobs together and gave me a slight lift if I positioned them right. They felt a lot better than when I wore my bras and sun dresses. My boobs looked and felt great.

Below my waist, the dress clung to my hips and legs. It barely made it below my butt since I was on the taller side. Here my hips also stretched out the dress and I could see my butt crack from behind but not my pussy since it was not pressed up against the material as much. The dress had long sleeves that made it look elegant. This was so daring I had a hard time imagining walking the short distance from my car to the salon with it on.

Here is a photo taken from just below the bottom of the dress.

Weeks passed and I didn't have the courage to end the electrolysis, wear the new dresses to work or to David's office. My hairs were pretty much gone and I visited David's just to be noticed by a handsome man. I was in limbo despite my friends urging me to take the plunge. Tamara was not thrilled that her money wasn't put to use.

* * * * *

One day it all changed. It was the evening before my next electrolyisis appointment. I stepped out of my tub after taking a long bath with the fireplace on nearby. Shawn happened to walk in as I was toweling off.

He saw my bare pussy. This was bound to happen eventually, but I didn't think it would take as long as it did.

"What the fuck, Kat? I see that you've decided to shave your pussy despite me telling you not to. I thought you were on board with that. Where you get the ridiculous idea to shave it? Your friends?" he laughed. "They don't know your cunt like I do. Did you tell them your cum dump was nice and tight with no scaring? You've had kids, Katy. Remember all those stitches?"

I was in tears and started to cover myself up. It was going to be another lesson he had to teach me.

"How can you say those awful things?! Don't you find me sexually attractive in any way?" I covered my face with my hands.

"I am just being honest, honey. I love you but you have to admit you got body issues. Your stomach has those awful stretch marks and your saggy tits would flop down to your waist if you weren't so fat. At least you can regrow your hair to cover that unsightly thing between your legs. Your friends shave it 'cause theirs is worth seeing. No one wants to see yours including me. Need a look at it again?"

"No!"

He pulled my towel off and threw it aside. I cried out. He grabbed my hand and pushed me in front of him so I faced the mirror. Shawn lifted my belly to show me my pussy.

"Look at it, Kat. Stop closing your legs. Spread them apart. Yeah, that's it. Open your eyes. What do you see?"

"I see my pussy, Shawn," I said weakly.

"What's all this?" He asked as he pulled open my lips to show off the scaring.

"It is my pussy," I said once again.

"Wrong. It used to be a pussy. Now it's used up. Damaged goods now."

He released me and I pulled myself away.

I ran into the closet, threw on some clothes and slept in one of the kids' rooms for the night.

Session #43

Over night and into the next day, my tears turned into anger. What Shawn said to me last night was commonplace during my marriage, but now instead acceptance and servitude, I turned it into liberation.

We did not speak with one another that morning. Well, he tried to talk to me, but I gave him icy looks when he attempted it. I was still pissed at not only what he did to me last night, but all the past years of disinterest and humiliation. I ignored him in the kitchen during breakfast and eventually left to go to our bedroom to get ready for work.

I decided to don one of the new dresses I was afraid to wear the past couple of weeks. It was identical to the one described in white earlier, but it had that beautiful vertical pattern. Tamara thought it would it make me look slimmer and taller. I was not going to chicken out or feel self conscious about wearing it. I would probably lose my job for wearing such a provocative outfit, but I didn't care any more. I wanted to prove to myself that I was still sexually attractive despite the mean things Shawn said to me over the years. I slipped into it, and spent a lot more time on my makeup and hair.

Here is what the dress looked like that morning. Think anyone would notice?

After getting ready, I headed to the front door and grabbed my keys to my car and my work bag. I almost made it halfway out of the house, but Shawn waited nearby and saw me leaving.

"What the hell do you think you're wearing? To think I was nice enough to let you wear your old dresses to work and this is what I get for compromising," he said as he grabbed my arm.

I stared out towards the street and didn't look at or answer him.

"Fine, Katy. You don't need to say anything. I know what you are up to."

Did he?

"You really think anyone is going to see you in that and think you look attractive? You need a second opinion about what I said last night, do you?" He asked. "Fine, go ahead and see what they say. No one wants to see someone like you wearing that shit. You'll just embarrass yourself and others. I don't want you to get fired from your job."

"Why? Cause you'll have no more money to blow at the casino? It's your true love, after all."

There. I said it. It was years too late.

"Now I see who is behind this. It's that bitch Tamara, isn't it? She's always hated me. She wears those slutty dresses you're interested in, too. Calvin is one lucky man. She could wear a thick, heavy coat and you'd be standing naked beside her and men would still give her the eye. They'd probably want to take the coat off her and put it on you," he chuckled.

I pulled my arm away from his grasp.

"Well, a brief glance by anyone would be more than what you've given me!"

I stormed toward my car. I was furious!

The cool morning air caused my nipples to pop as a breeze passed through my top. It was cold in the mornings now that it was late fall. It was like I was walking nude to my car. My dress worked its way up my legs as I made it to my vehicle, and I was sure it was high enough to expose my butt and pussy to anyone who watched me after our argument.

When I got to work, I noticed several missed phone calls and a text from my husband. There was no way in hell I was going talk to him anytime soon so I read his text message instead. It had two attachments with photos of African-American celebrities who wore something similar to my dress and under them he wrote:

"I found some beautiful women of color that can pull off an outfit like that because men want to see what they got. Your time is past. You think those saggy, deflated hangers will get you anywhere? Guys might find yours if they look down a foot. I think Tamara has changed you, and you just weren't that good to start with." He put a wink emoji at the end.

I threw down my phone on my desk. That was the last straw. The statements Shawn made to me since last night were ingrained into my mind. Why was my body not good enough for him? David and my coworkers were not like Shawn at all.

As more coworkers arrived at work they all seemed to notice my change in clothes right away, and I had plenty of attention after that. I didn't even try to hide my body. When I visited them at their desks, my boobs were right there in front for them to take in. Let them. They now knew what I looked like, especially my boobies. They knew how big my areolas were and the size of my nipples. Everything. . . except for how they rested naturally. When seated in a chair next to them, I was on my bare butt since my dress rode up my hips. A couple of my co-workers would briefly drop their eyes to my nipples and then down to my hips when discussing work. They said how great I looked in the dress and no one told me to change. I enjoyed the extra attention, and it felt great.

Toward the end of the day, my thoughts wandered to the upcoming visit with David. Would he reject me like I my husband always did? Did he think I was too old to be attractive, too? It was about then that my boss came by my cubicle and caught me daydreaming. That was a bad sign. She asked me to come with her. Ugh, maybe someone did say something to her and not directly to me. I now had second thoughts about what I had done and potentially losing my job. I saw that my coworkers watched us leave the room. Well, maybe they watched me as I pulled down my dress as I followed. We went to her office and she asked me to close the door behind me.

I dreaded what was coming next. I tried to cover up, as if that would have made any difference. I think it was the first time she saw me head to toe.

"That's quite a dress, Katy. Sit down, please."

"I am so sorry if it offended you or anyone here."

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"What were you thinking this morning? Why in the world would you wear something like this? You know everyone can see through it. It's not like you. I've watched you on and off today and you seemed quite upset."

"I am making a point to my husband about an issue we're having at home."

"Does that include throwing your phone in anger?" she asked.

"It felt good. Did someone complain?"

"I see. Well, honestly no one has said anything. You work with men, dear. I am sure they didn't mind at all," she said as she leaned back in her chair. "Please, Katy, sit down. Did you make your point yet?" she asked.

"Partly. It was self-validating, but the real test comes after work," I said as I sat down in one the chairs in front of her desk.

She seemed to put two and two together.

"You are my best CPA here, hands down. Don't do anything rash or out of anger. I'd hate to see something happen to you and lose you. I am sure you know what you are doing, but that dress is a magnet for trouble."

"Can I wear this kind of dress to work? I don't want to stop."

"Technically, you are not violating any of our dress codes because you are wearing clothing. I have the final say whether it is appropriate or not, when it comes down to it. I rather not have you wear something like that if we have corporate or clients visiting unless you put something on over it."

"OK."

"However, if your attire turns out to be too much of a distraction here, you will have to stop wearing outfits like that. You will also need to stop wearing it if someone finds it offensive. I will not have our productivity drop here. That's all," she looked quite serious.

"Yes, ma'am."

I got up to leave and started to open the door.

"Katy."

I looked back at her.

"I hope you make your point," she winked.

"Thanks."

As I wrapped up things at work, I thought back to the past eight month's of electrolysis. All my hair was gone except for a few that popped up occasionally, so my appointments with David became shorter each week. I only saw him once a week late on Fridays for about fifteen minutes and afterwards I could head out with the girls.

We talked about many things to pass the time over this long hair removal process: music, politics, TV, families and other personal stuff. Maybe we were already too far into the friend zone. However, there were hints here and there of something more when I made a dirty comment while he worked on my body. He always had some sexual retort that left me hanging. That dynamic was going to change today. I had something to prove to myself.

It was time to leave work and head over to see David. The days were shorter since winter was ahead and the final light from the sun shined off the windows along store fronts. The light distracted me as I tried to find a place to park my car. Just what I needed, a bright spotlight on me as I wore almost nothing when I walked in.

I parked near the salon. I stepped out of my car and pulled down my dress as far as it would go. I was glad there were few people around at the time. It might be odd for a black woman stepping out of a seventy-five thousand dollar car wearing what I had on. I walked as fast as I could to the building. There was a man walking well ahead of me heading toward the women in back. Unfortunately, I chose to wear heels and my foosteps drew his attention briefly, but he continued on.

I entered through the door and David was already done with a prior client and had the room ready for me since I was little late. The last of the sunlight shone through the windows on my crocheted dress, and it highlighted its pattern work.

"Wow, Katy. That is a beautiful dress. Wait, IS that really a dress?" David asked. His eyes were wide with disbelief.

"I wore it just for you," as I turned around to give him a three-sixty degree look. I had not adjusted the bottom of my dress since I walked in so he could just see my exposed pussy and butt. He bent down a little to get a better look from below. I wanted him to see everything.

"You wore it for me? I literally can see all of you," he remarked as he angled his overhead light toward me.

"I figured I'd wear something more comfortable. I was insulted for the last time by my husband. I knew you were the type of man that appreciates seeing me in a dress like this."

David had a big grin as he shook his head.

"So what you are saying is you dressed up in this just to get revenge on your hubby? You're basically nude. You wore that all day? To work? How did get away with it? I don't know what to say."

He started to touch me and felt my boobs and butt. He started to take the dress off of me. This was it!

"Only because we need to get started. You're on the clock," he joked as he held my dress in his hands. "I am happy to have seen you blossom over the months. I can still remember how shy you were on your first appointment. I love your aggressiveness right now."

He held my dress up to the windows to see the light pass through and then put my dress down on the chair where my purse was sitting.

"This whole process was a transformation, and I have you to thank for it. You allowed me to find myself again," I reached down and gently felt his penis, "and I need to make up lost time. As I've said before, I will do anything you want and I want to fuck you. I hope me being married hasn't held you back."

I reached out and touched his pants covering his dick. I felt him grow under his pants as I rubbed his penis.

"I don't mind at all, but why me?" he said with a greedy look.

"You made me feel desirable. I see now that other men think I am sexy, too. I want you to be my first on my road back."

"I am so glad for you, Katy, but let's get any remaining hairs first. You've only had a few the last week or two. Hop on the table, please."

He readjusted the light above the table.

Getting a man's dick inside me was not supposed be this hard.

"Just kidding!" David said as he quickly turned toward me.

He grabbed my nude body and felt it up and down with his hands. He caressed me between my legs and then up on my boobs.

"Your hairless body is such a turn on."

The sensation of someone else desiring me the first time in decades was indescribable.

"Oh, David! Did I have to say it? That feels wonderful. Please fuck me," I moaned in between kisses.

"Definitely. I've been dreaming of having sex with you. I never thought of older women as being sexual, but you have changed my mind."

I pushed away and quickly lay on his table. I spread my legs and told him to eat me. I grabbed his hair as he went down on me. David licked my clitoris with his wet tongue.

He pulled up briefly. "Good things come to those that waIt. Your black pussy tastes wonderful, as I always imagined it would."

He went down on my hairless pussy again, this time he licked my labia. Any contact with my skin was exhilarating since it was so sensitive now. I didn't want him to stop. . . ever! Was I being selfish? Ha!

He started to push his tongue inside my vagina and licked it from the bottom to top over and over again, each time he did his tongue went further between my lips. David returned to my clitoris, but this time one of his hands felt down below. I was already wet with anticipation. He didn't bother with just one finger to start with, he pushed three in at once and started to work them deeper between my lips up to his knuckles. He then started to fuck me slowly with his hand and then began to increase the pace.

"Cum for me, Katy."

"Oh God. . . David, stop." I breathed hard and now I was up on my elbows which caused my boobs to sag on each side of me. "I don't want to make a mess. I am going have an orgasm."

David reached up with one hand and grabbed one of my boobs to massage it. It was too much. I was worried about ejactulating with his face right there. I felt like peeing. Was that OK to do these days? Would he get upset?

I tried to think of something else to stop it from happening. I really did, but I couldn't. I had my first orgasm that I could remember that wasn't from my own hands.

"Ooohh, Daaavvviiiddd!" I moaned a I threw my head back with my eyes closed.

I tried to keep my voice down and squeezed my legs together but David kept them apart. I sprayed my body fluids all over his clothes. I trembled afterwards. It was unbelievable.

I think I peed on him, mostly. I was embarrassed.

He pulled up. "You are so very sensitive. That didn't take long at all and look at the mess you made."

He shook his wet hand and my fluids dripped off it onto the floor. His shirt and pants were wet. I noticed that I had gone well over my appointment time and it was dark outside, but David didn't seem to care. The odd thing was I could now see myself in the windows. They were like mirrors and I could see my legs spread wide and the dry side of David. It was a great view.

"No sex for seventeen years will do that. It was much more sensual than using my fingers," I said as I reached down with my hand and played with myself. I tried to catch my breath, but I was still looking at myself through the reflection.

"Just your fingers?" He stood up.

"I am not allowed to have sex toys."

"What the fuck? Your personal life keeps getting more bizarre."

He moved over beside me and took my hand off my pussy and guided it to his wet crotch. I smelled my pee on his pants but his crotch bulged and this was my first chance to really explore it. I moved my hand around getting a feel for his size.

"It feels wonderful, David. I hope I am not too out of practice for what's coming up. I guarantee you'll enjoy it. Maybe you can send my husband a thank you note."

I leaned over and kissed where is penis tried its hardest to escape his pants.

"Take off your clothes David. I want your dick."

He quickly did what I asked and pulled his pants and underwear off. As he did, his white circumcised penis sprung out and pointed directly at me. It looked and smelled fantastic and was completely bare just as he said. It was much smaller and thinner than my husband's penis with a slight bend to his left, but size didn't matter to me. It was a clean, smooth penis and it was perfect.

This was my first white dick and I was going to enjoy it. I was forbidden to ever have sex with someone like him, but I didn't care anymore. I was about to remove the shackles my husband had placed on me and dump those archaic family rules at the same time.

I immediately opened my mouth and licked his head then I pushed in all the way to his balls since his penis wasn't long or thick. I had no gag reflex after being with my husband and prior lovers. After a few more deep pushes, I started to fuck his dick as fast as I could. My mouth was wet and my saliva was dripping down my cheek onto the floor. I wanted to please him so I bobbed my head on it fast and hard. When I took him in all the way in, I would pause, open my lower jaw a little, and flick my tongue against the top of his smooth balls. From this position, David's dick smelled and tasted great. I loved the scent of a man's genitals and each guy was different.

"Holy shit, Katy. You are able to take it all the way in. I have never had a woman who was able to do that. And that thing you just did with your tongue. That was hot."

"I used to be very good at oral back in the day and had many skills," I said.

"Show me what else you got," David said.

"You're gonna get what my husband doesn't want anymore."

I got up and led him over to the middle of the room in front of the table. I stopped and stood in the puddle I made earlier. It was the only open space available

"What are you up to?" David said with an excited look.

I dropped to my knees and faced his beautiful pinkish-red penis that pulsed. My knees and feet felt wet and my libedo was in full gear with the thought of giving him my next oral trick.

It was a little darker where I knelt so David moved his exam light over to a position right above us.

"I want to see you kneeling in your own urine, Katy. Look up at me you dirty woman."

I glanced up at him, but the light above blinded me so I looked to the less intense light coming from the reflection in the mirrors. I slowly sucked his dick while I watched myself do it. The reflection in the mirror gave me a nice side view of me on my knees as I gave him a blow job. I could see David looking over, too.

"You like watching yourself, don't you?" David asked.

"What I like is not being blinded by your brilliant sun you call a light," I said jokingly.

He started to reposition the light back, but I stopped him.

"I like the view from here. I actually have a nice body. I am attractive undressed," I stated.

"You are also beautiful with clothes on, Katy."

He found me attractive and it felt wonderful.

When I was young I learned a trick from Tamara on how to give blow jobs. It was to stick you finger up your lover's ass while you gave head. Men don't want to admit they like it, but they do.

I used his penis to move him closer. I lifted his shaft up so I could kiss it as I worked my way down to his balls. His cock was heavier than I expected, but I hadn't held one for years.

I started to suck on each testicle and then I gently isolated each one and then took each into my mouth. The skin covering each ball was so smooth and soft. I used my tongue to swirl around each ball and then pushed his shaft up against his abdomen. I spit on it as I worked my way up and down from the tip to base.

I took one of my hands and slowly worked it back between his legs.

"Wait, what are you doing now?" He looked down at me with a shocked expression.

"Spread your legs more," I said. He slowly parted them a little.

I continued to lightly massage his skin as I worked my way back. I noticed his skin became hairier especially around his anus. I guess he couldn't reach that area when he did self-electrolysis. I found his butt hole and started to rub my fingers over it in a circular motion.

"Wow, Katy. That feels great."

His hole was dry and very tight when I tested it every so often. I took my hand away from between his legs and took my mouth off his dick. I then spit on my index finger to get it wet.

"You are one dirty woman, Katy. Unbelievable."

I then brought my hand back between his legs and found his hole again and rubbed it. My spit allowed me to start to push in. I only used one finger since mine were fairly thick to begin with.

"Time for me to penetrate you," I smiled and resumed using my mouth on his semi-erect white penis.

I pushed my index finger up to my knuckle and flicked it back and forth against his prostate then alternated to a circular motion while I sucked his dick with my mouth. He was very stiff after that.

"You are really good and definitely know what you are doing down there. It looks like you had lots of practice."

"More than you know."

I now tasted his pre-cum that came out the tip of his penis. I flicked my tongue over it as I grabbed his dick tightly and worked my hand up toward his mushroom head. More flowed out and it was delicious -- maybe because it had been too long since I had last tasted it. The scent of his penis along with the smell of the cum was intoxicating.

I started to fuck his ass with my finger as I stroked is shaft. A string of cum started to dangle from the tip. David watched as I stuck my tongue out to catch the dripping fluid and then rise up to collect it up at the head to clean it up.

"Looks like you are enjoying this," I said.

"Damn, you got skills, girl."

I stood up and lay on the table. I raised my legs and spread them apart to expose my pussy. David moved his overhead light over it to highlight it.

"Can you find your pussy, David? Fuck it," I said angrily. What my husband did to me would stay with me for very long time.

He then centered himself between my legs and then slapped my clitoris with his dick. He pushed his cock up and down my vagina and his head slightly penetrated me.

"Damn it, David. Stop fooling around. Fuck me!"

Why was this taking so long?

"You have protection? I don't use condoms," David said

"No I don't, and I don't fucking care. Take me, David. Take what you want," I demanded. I wasn't going to let that stop him from making love to me.

I spread my legs even more for David and hoped he would penetrate me quickly.

David stopped playing with my pussy and while we looked into each other's eyes, he easily pushed his penis into my vagina.

"You are so sexy, Katy. I can't believe I get to fuck you."

Other words I had longed to hear. When he started to slide his penis in and out of me, I saw my life now and going forward. I was not just a wife, an accountant and a mother.

I was now something different. . . a desirable woman.

"I want to see your big wedding ring. Play with your clit with your ring hand. I want to see it as I fuck an unprotected married pussy," he said as he made love to me.

I moved my left hand on top my pussy. It felt smooth and sweaty. I found my clitoris and started to rub it.

"I love how your big diamond shines in the light," he said as he pushed his dick inside of me over and over again.

The diamond in the ring created reflections and casted bright points of light on the walls and ceiling in the room.

"Oh God, David, it feels so good! It's been too long. Mmmm. Fuck it faster. Make it all yours," I started to breath harder.

"My white cock bigger than your hubby's? You like mine better?"

What was it about a man and the size of his penis? Why does it always need to be compared to someone else's? Ugh. However, I didn't want to ruin the moment.

David was covered in sweat now. Water from his body dripped onto my chest. The heat from the exam light took its toll on both of us.

"It feels so much better than my husband's," I gasped.

That was actually the truth. His penis was wonderful, and it was paired with a man who found me sexually attractive. That made his dick top Shawn's easily.

He started to make a slow circular motion inside me. It was a nice move on his part. I was able feel his penis in many different ways than before.

"Mmmm, oh yes, David. I like what you are doing. Take what you want."

"Thank you, Katy. I will."

David grinned and started pushing into me with more force. After a couple strong thrusts inside me, he had to pull me back toward the end of the table. I slid too far away due to the combination of the pounding he was giving me and my sweaty back. Each time he fully penetrated me, there was a loud slapping sound as his hips smacked against my butt cheeks.

"Oh yesss. That feels feels so good, " I said as my eyes rolled back.

David continued on, never pausing. He had so much youthful enthusiasm. My pussy was very wet and gaped so in addition to the slapping sounds there was a wet sloshing noise coming from my vagina. I admit I could barely feel David's penis. It didn't make a difference because I had a man's dick inside me. However, I didn't know if I could keep up with David's stamina. He continued to wear me down and I couldn't keep my legs up forever.

David pulled out of me and he seemed still be as hard as ever so it looked like he didn't cum inside my pussy. He walked over beside me, grabbed my ponytail and shoved his penis into my mouth. It was bright, pinkish-red and throbbed, and my fluids coated his shaft.

I started to suck on his dick and clean it as best I could. I really made a mess on it.

"Want some back ass, David? I pray that you're into it "

I got off the table and turned around so that my butt was in front of him. I grapped my butt cheeks with both hands and spread them apart as possible and arched my back. My head and boobies were flat against the table top. I knew it would be hard for him to get very deep inside me if I didn't part my butt.

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"Oh yeah, I love anal. Looks like I get to return the favor."

David then slowly pushed his non-lubricated penis up into my butt. My hole was apparently very tight from being unused for so long so it was surprisingly painful. I was caught off guard by that. It seemed so much easier in my youth. David seemed to be aware of my discomfort and took it slow until his head pushed inside.

I gave out muffled cry.

"David, stop there for a second," I said. I took my hands of my butt and placed them on his body to stop him from pushing further in.

Thankfully, David stopped.

"I thought you'd said you've done this before?"

"I have, but it's been almost three decades, David. I think you need to retrain it."

My butt was on fire while his penis remained in my ass hole stretching it. It was very similar to the first time I had anal sex when I was younger. As I lay on the table, and my hands returned to spread my cheeks far apart. I tried to get used to David's penis as he started to slowly push inside me.

"Yeah, baby. How does it feel now? I want it all the way that black ass of yours," he said.

"It hurts, but fuck it anyway," I replied while I held back my tears.

I started to gasp as David pushed his dick in as far as he could inside me. Once it was inside it went easier from there. He started to fuck my ass like it was my pussy. I was in pain and didn't enjoy it, but I didn't say anything about the discomfort.

"You are so tight. It feels better than in your pussy, but it's going to make me cum in your ass soon," David said as he pulled back my head using my ponytail.

He went faster and the slapping sounds started again. I hoped he was going to ejaculate to get this over with as soon as possible. The anal sex was something I would need to get used to again. It became easier to handle as time went on.

David finally pulled out of me and it was a relief.

"Keep going, David. Don't stop."

"No. You weren't enjoying it. It only felt good on my end, but I appreciate that you did it for me. I know you're pissed at your hubby, and that is turning me on, but look what you are doing to your body. You need to stop punishing yourself. It's not your fault, Katy."

"Then fuck my pussy, David. Don't make me have to find someone else tonight."

He grabbed my boobs with both hands which were spread out like butterfly wings on either side of my body pressed on to the table as they were. He fondled them gently as his stiff penis started to slide in between my legs and against my vagina from behind. He was going to make love to my pussy again. He needed to get on it fast.

"Did your hubby ever fuck you like I did?"

"Never."

He pushed as far as he could into me. I propped myself up on my elbows because the table made my boobies uncomfortable. I grabbed the edge of the table for dear life right before he started to make love to me again. My boobs now jiggled back and forth with every penetration. I started to get very tired and sore, but I needed to keep going. I had to work off my anger.

"Did you want to try a different position? It looks like you were having issues there." He pulled out of me.

"Yes. Thanks. Please, I don't want this to stop. I need this to keep going."

"You seem to like watching yourself while we had sex earlier. Well, hopefully you liked seeing BOTH of us having sex in the windows. Why don't we turn that chair around and I'll sit in it and you sit on top of me. You hopefully you'll find it more comfortable."

I agreed. We quickly pulled the chair out away from the window and turned it around. I threw my dress, phone and purse onto the table. I could tell right away that I would get a great view of us having sex. It was a turn on having a partner who liked to experiment with different positions and was open to my whims as well.

David extended his light over the chair a little and then quickly sat down. His penis was still hard and rested on his abdomen. He took my hand and directed me to turn around and sit with my butt facing him. He had me part my legs so the majority of my thighs rested on the wide flat arm rests. My knees and lower legs were in a relaxing spot on either side of the chair. We were around three feet away from the glass wall but I could see everything going on from head to toe.

"It appears you've tried this before," I remarked.

"Yes. Well not here at the office. It is hard to explain," he was a little flustered.

"What are you waiting for? Get inside me. " I ordered.

He had me push up a little so he could move his dick upward and aligned with my vagina. I then sat down on it. That left a couple inches of freedom between us.

"How can you fuck me sitting as you are?" I was full of doubt.

He began to push into me slowly and then picked up the pace. He was able to do it. The position brought back memories. It was something my husband never tried but my lovers before him did. My boobs rested comfortably on my sides and I didn't have to move much. It energized me after a while. At first, I leaned a little forward and put my hands on the arm rests in front of my legs. David's eager thrusting made my boobies slap together as my nipples touched his legs. David was grabbing my waist just above my hips. I stared at my reflection and was watching the action.

"How do you like it so far?" he asked.

"It was a great idea. It is comfortable and I am enjoying the view."

We made love in that position for a few minutes.

"Now lean back for me. All the way. That's it. Put your hands behind your hot ass. Good," he said breathing hard.

I now could see my bare pussy and his dick fucking me in the mirror, but my boobs were falling off my belly and onto my arms. However, David was now able to use his hands freely. He grabbed my boobs and pushed them in front of me. He massaged them while he pushed into me. He eventually clamped my nipples between his fingers and pinched them together as he made circlular motions with both hands. It felt so relaxing. He looked over beside me a while later and had me spread my legs further to get a better view of my pussy.

However, even this position was getting tiresome. My legs and arms were starting to get numb and David was obviously pausing every so often, probably to keep from ejaculating. I needed to get up. I told him to stop and that I needed to stand up. We both got up but he pushed me down so I had to grab the window frame ledge in front of me to keep from falling forward.

He started to take me from behind. I looked into the window and saw him standing behind me. My heavy breathing was starting to fog the glass. My boobs were drooped below me giggling from front to back.

"Who owns your pussy?" He bit my ear and grabbed what he could of my boobies.

"You, David. You own it."

"Louder."

"You own it!"

He grabbed my hair tightly and pulled back. Apparently, that wasn't a good enough response. He penetrated me harder.

"YOU OWN IT!" I shouted in between gasps. He had so much energy, and after another five minutes I was about ready to pass out. How could he last this long?

"Yeah, that's it. That a girl. I am about to explode."

Everything was fuzzy by then. The intimacy and closeness we had was all I could think about. Being sought-after was what I had missed all these years and emotionally I didn't want it stop, but my body said otherwise.

"I am going to cum inside your black pussy. Ready for it?"

"Yes. Do it, David. Breed me," I said. I was able to start to feel my legs again.

"Your hubby treats you like garbage, Katy. It's time for me to seed your pussy as the ultimate way to get revenge."

"It will be a start," I said. I had bigger things in mind.

As he cummed inside me, he gave out several big grunts and stopped when he was in as far as he could go.

"Don't you hold any back, David. I want everything you have.

We stayed in our positions for a couple minutes longer as he gently rubbed my back. Eventually, I felt his limp penis slide out of my vagina. I stood up but it was not easy since my back was cramping. I rested where I was at against the windows while David came up right behind me and gently fondled my boobies and butt. The cool glass felt good on my skin, but I was starting to feel wet between my legs. I forgot how messy sex was.

Maybe David could go again. Still naked, he left to grab me some water and came back and handed it me. My libedo was urging me to make him hard again. I still wanted his dick despite my body aches. I reached out and grabbed his limp penis and asked him if he was up for it but he said he wasn't. It was OK.

Then my phone rang.

It was Tamara. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Where are you? We're are at the bar. It's past 8pm."

OMG. It was that late? I wasn't showing up to meet them.

"I need a place to stay tonight, but I am still finishing up at the electrologist's office. I will text you later."

I heard my friends in the back ground cheer. I hung up. I needed to go.

I turned and kissed him and pulled my dress mostly on. My hair and makeup were a mess, but I didn't even bother to fix them. It was a short distance to my car and it was dark out anyway so it didn't matter. I paid him $200 for my electrolyisis session and opened the outside door to leave.

"It was only a fifteen minute electrolysis session," David said as he flipped through the money I just handed to him.

"No. The rest is thanks for helping me prove something to myself. You were wonderful. Thank you. Bye."

I made the parting short and sweet as I hurried out of his office. He was polite and showed me out. The outside light above the door was thankfully working so I could see out to the end of the short passageway that ended at the road.

A few steps outside, I heard the heavy door close behind me and the sound of the door locking as I walked away. The outside air felt soothing after being in the warm room with that exam light. When I turned to my left to head back to the front, I searched for my keys in my purse since my eyes were still adjusting to the darkness. I had my phone in my other hand and was texting Tamara I needed meet at her house ASAP. I barely got it sent when I was startled by something. . .

There were people in front of me all along the store front!

I heard them and I think there were cheers and applause. I was still in a fog of emotions from the sex so I don't know for sure. Oddly, it was brighter than expected along the road so I could see them in the dim light. Normally, I would have tried to run or scramble for my small mace spray in my purse, but I was in heels and there were two scantily-clad Korean woman off to the side by the curb. Some of the men also appeared to be Korean so I surmised that they were from the massage parlor in back. I was glad the woman were there watching for safety.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw that a lot of the guys had their dicks out and a couple of them were masturbating. There were maybe ten to fifteen guys there. They were all looking at me and then a few lights from what I guessed were phones turned on me, and I was blinded a little by that. I took a couple steps back. There was something like some oohs and aahs and clapping. My boss's words echoed in my head. I briefly looked down and they could obviously see my boobs and my dress had worked its way up too far and my pussy was exposed a little. I pulled my dress down as much as I could and they laughed.

My mind was racing and I couldn't think straight. I couldn't figure out why they were here. Why did they have their penises out and masturbating? They didn't know me or expect me to be there. I initially thought they were maybe doing something voyeuristic with the attractive ladies standing there.

A man that masturbated nearby said, "Great performance lady."

"Wait, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Why are you all here?" I said louder than I wanted as I looked around at everyone. Everything was still an emotional blur right then.

"We all saw you fuck the brains out of that guy in there. It was the greatest thing I've ever got to watch in person. Thanks for the show," said another guy.

"You're lying. You can't see in through the windows. There's privacy film on them," I said as I stood there in disbelieve.

He smiled. He shook his head no and pointed to the windows outside David's office.

I took a few steps to my left and looked over to where he pointed. Bright as day, as if the glass panes were normal windows, you could see inside David's office. I saw David, now dressed, was down on his knees cleaning up the mess in the office we had just made. His overhead light was bright enough to dimly illuminate the area near the road, too.

How was this possible? I know it wasn't that way before. How could they see everything inside? Did David take the film off the windows? I couldn't put two and two together.

"How much?" another man said.

"What do you mean 'how much'?" I asked.

"How much do you charge for sex? You really advertise well, lady. I never see any black whores around these parts."

Another man asked, "Can we all 'own it', too?"

He then made a trusting motion with his hips with his hands out in front like he was doing it doggie style and laughed hard.

Crap! They had heard me, too.

Did David know about this? Was he part of it? I never found out.

I looked online later and found out that a one way mirror film only made a window look like a mirror only if the bright light source was on the same side you were looking at. If you reversed the lighting the opposite was true.

That was why the windows inside of David's office looked like mirrors that night. Ugh.

"I don't charge anything. I am not a professional," I said but looked briefly over at the women to my right. They both smiled back.

"We thought you were great. I can't speak for the rest here, but can I please fuck you?" one of them asked.

As mad as I still was at Shawn, I seriously thought about it for an instant but I was just too sore and tired at the time. I really was flattered. I loved their hard-ons and the fact that it was my body that gave them one. I cordially declined the offer and started to walk off.

As I passed through the group, one of them tried the blackmail route.

"You know that we recorded you acting like a slut on our phones. Sure you won't reconsider?" he asked.

Some of them laughed at his comment. I guessed I deserved it after my performance and what I was wearing. The public sex was an accident and I was willing to take ownership of it.

"Do you think it bothers me?" I asked.

"Yeah. Looks like you're married. What if your husband or family finds out?"

"Then they'll see I was finally getting some long overdue attention. I don't care what you do with it," I said.

The cold air outside was clearing my head the longer I stayed out there. The men weren't hostile or trying to stop me from leaving which was a good thing. Then I remembered my husband's text and thought of something devilish.

"You want to see more? You want me to pull it off?" I asked angrily.

You could guess the the response.

"Take video or photos if you pervs want. Never seen a black women nude before in person? Here's your chance."

I grabbed my dress and pulled it up over my head after getting out of my sleeves. The guys whistled and whooped and even the men that masturbated had their phones out ready. I put my dress in front of my head to cover my face and looked off to my left.

The group did their thing. I could see the flashing of the camera lights off the nearby trees and signs. I heard guys occassionally getting upset that someone was blocking their view. As I stood there, I dissipated my anger at Shawn by acting like each flash was retribution for every time he treated me badly. I let them take photos or video for a minute or two, then turned around and walked off nude. There were still lights flashing behind me as I did.

"You're both an exhibitionist as well as whore. You'd show your body to anyone wouldn't you?" someone called out from behind me.

The people laughed.

I turned back and flipped them off.

"It's my body, so I can choose to do what I want with it," I yelled back.

If pursuing happiness was what they considered a whore, then, yes I was one no matter what side of the glass I was on. I really didn't mind that I put on a show for strangers after what my husband did to me. The people standing outside seemed to like it and they had stuck around to watch me until the end.

I didn't hear anyone following me which was a relief. Unfortunately, I parked near the open space so they continued to take photos of me as I walked off to my car. I wanted to leave quickly in case one of them wanted to take photos of my license plates. I arrived at my car, sat down in the driver's seat and closed the door. I left the parking lot nude with my lights off, drove a couple blocks down the road and pulled to the side of the road. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the head rest trying to absorb what had just happened. I was so tired after the sex, but the smell of it became stronger while I sat there, and I felt dirty. I put my dress back on.

I pulled my phone out of my purse. I forwarded Shawn's text messages to Tamara and texted if she had made it back home yet. She called me almost immediately and she was just about as furious as I was at my husband. I told her briefly what happened with David and what transpired outside, and that calmed her down some. She was very happy about what I did (in David's office, but not what happened afterwards.)

"I am back now, sis'. You can stay as long as you want. I am so proud of you. You got to tell me the juicy details when you get here," Tamara said over the phone.

"Is Calvin OK with it? I don't want to ruin anything," I said as I tried to keep my eyes open.

"He's good."

I showed up at their house fifteen minutes later. I smelled awful and my hair, despite how much I tried to fix it in the car, was still a mess. I rang the doorbell and it was Calvin who answered it.

He looked at me head to toe for a second and stepped out to hug me.

"You OK? Tamara told me what happened. Come in and sit down. You look like you are ready to collapse," he said.

Calvin moved beside me for support as I walked inside. Tamara ran toward me to help a few feet inside.

"I can't sit on anything. Please let me clean up first," I said in a detached voice.

Tamara knew why, but I wasn't sure she told her husband about that part.

"Calvin, take her to our tub so she can at least sit down while she cleans up."

Calvin redirected me to their en suite. I was glad their master was on the first floor. After he brought me to the tub, Tamara told Calvin she had it from there.

After Calvin left the room, Tamara took my dress off to wash it later. I took a bath with her by my side and I gave her as many details as I could. The soak in the tub was what I needed, and I nodded off several times.

I finished with my bath with the help of my BFF. I didn't fit in her clothes since she was much thinner than I, so she gave me one of Calvin's tee shirts to put on. It was still tight and it barely covered my butt even when I stood up. Yesterday, I would have had self-doubt and wanted to cover up. Not anymore.

They let me use one of their spare bedrooms to sleep in. I set my purse and phone on the nearby night table and tucked myself under the sheets.

Tamara grabbed my phone and lifted the sheets and snapped a photo.

"What was that for?" I asked.

After she took the photo, it looked like she typed something on my phone and then handed it to me.

"You can have the honor of pressing the send button," she said as she grabbed my dress.

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She turned, walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

I looked at my phone. It was in my messaging app. It was a text to Shawn and at the beginning of it was the picture she just took of me, and below it she wrote:

"Hi honey. Surprise! Some guys said I could pull my dress off, and I did!"

Tamara was something else.

I thought about what she wrote for a minute and added:

"It turns out I am desirable after all."

And ended it with a wink emoji at the end. I pressed the send button.

The End

. . .of being subjugated. The new me had arrived.

* * * * *

I don't fault my husband for what happened during the events above. I was in a spot in my life where I found a lover who complimented my body and craved to have sex with me. Words and actions I never received from my significant other in decades. Finding a person who found me sexually attractive was too much to resist.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Fortunately, I did not get pregnant from sex with David and I never looked back after the affair.

-- Katy