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My First Bra - Part 6 free porn video
In Part 5 I learned that my wife had told some of her friends that she
had bought me a bra, and may have told them more about our sex life.
Then she got me to agree to wear a bra on our appointment to get our
hair cut. Then she told me that our hair stylist was expecting me to be
wearing a bra for our appointment, and she unbuttoned my shirt so that
it would show. Part 5 ended with us on our way to the salon.
As we were on our way to Brianne's salon it occurred to me that it was
just the night before that I had agreed to wear what my wife decided. I
had usually followed her suggestions in the past, and I would wear
nighties at home as part of sex, but I would never have agreed to wear a
bra out in public. "So did you talk to Brianne this morning?" I asked.
"No I didn't," she replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well you said she was expecting me to be wearing a bra. When did you
tell her that?" I asked.
"Oh, I told her that a month ago when I made the appointment," she
replied.
"But... but... how did you know I'd be willing to wear a bra to the
appointment?" I asked in amazement.
"Oh, we've talked about it for quite some time," she continued. "I told
her I was very certain I'd have you wearing bras by today. That's why I
was so disappointed that the first ones we bought didn't fit well. I
was afraid for a while that you might not be ready. I should have made
sure we did it the right way that first time, but I was afraid that I
wouldn't be able to get you to agree to try them on. But once you saw
yourself in that first bra, I knew it would be no problem to get you to
start wearing one."
My jaw dropped and I couldn't speak. "Oh don't look so shocked dear,"
she continued. "I've seen how you handle my lingerie as you hand wash
it. I've seen you almost swooning from the feel of it. I've seen the
way to pick up my panties with a kind of longing in your eyes. And I've
seen you hold some of my sexy bras up in front of you to see what you
might look like wearing one. You thought I wasn't looking but I've seen
it. And when I've dressed you in panties and a nighty you will do
absolutely anything for me sexually. I don't think you even recognize
that it's been months since we had sex without you wearing some type of
lingerie. From the first time you slipped on a pair of panties that was
it. We've never had sex without you wearing some type of feminine
apparel since. You are an even better, more attentive, more sensitive
lover when you are wearing lingerie, so I decided to let you wear them
some more. And you just seemed to really enjoy it so much more than
when we made love with you in your boys underwear. I figured that if
you enjoy panties and an occasional nighty that much, I really owed it
to you (and to me) to let you wear lingerie more often."
Wow. I was even more speechless. She knew all these things about me
that I didn't think she knew, things I didn't even clearly know myself,
but she was absolutely right. I did love handling her lingerie as I
hand washed it. And having sex with her while wearing lingerie was
mind-blowing. When I looked back it had been a very long time since we
made love without me wearing lingerie. I had never complained because
the experience was so much better (for each of us it seemed) when I was
in lingerie. I just let all this kind of roll around in my brain, while
my wife drove us to Brianne's. My heart was racing. My wife had
actually talked to Brianne about getting me to wear a bra for some time.
How embarrassing! How many times had I been to her salon and sat there
while she looked at me, chatted with me, all the time wondering if I
would really wear a bra?
Before I knew it we were there. I looked at the sign. In large letters
it said 'Feminine Mystique", then beneath it in smaller letters "Restore
Your Femininity". I remember the first time I came here with my wife, I
was afraid to go in. I was afraid that they would think I was gay, or a
pervert or something to get my hair cut someplace like this. But my
wife convinced me to give it a try. As I entered for the first time I
got a definite feminine vibe, just what you would expect from a place
called Feminine Mystique. Brianne was a long time friend of my wife and
she greeted me warmly on that first visit. She assured me that I was
not her only male customer and that I was very welcome there. She even
showed me their price list which listed a male haircut as $2 less than a
woman's haircut. Her partner Rachel and the other members of the staff
also seemed very friendly and I was soon at ease with the idea of having
my hair cut there, even though I almost never saw another guy there.
Brianne's salon was quite successful. A lot of their customers were
professional women, and their prices were higher than most salons, but
the quality of their services made it worthwhile, or so I had heard.
I'd always gone to a barbershop before we got married. A few years ago
they had moved from their original location into a new shop that was
much larger and luxurious and provided room for much more than just
cutting hair. Besides hairstyling, they also did pedicures, nail
treatments, waxing and even had some private rooms for massages. They
also did facials and even did makeup for special occasions like weddings
or proms. There was a waiting area in front with some comfy chairs and
a couch, and the typical women's magazines and hairstyling magazines.
There was a wall that separated the waiting area from the rest of the
salon. There were eight stations for hairstyling, three pedicure
stations, and four others for nails. The nail and pedicure stations
were around a corner from the hairstyling stations. There were no
partitions between any of the stations, so all of them were open to
anyone to see as long as they were in that area. The stylists and their
customers often talked to each other as they worked, as did the nail and
pedicure technicians.
"Are you ready dear?" my wife asked.
"I guess so," I replied and we got out of the car.
As we entered the salon I saw that there were three women sitting in the
waiting area. Brianne was still working on her previous customer, but
stopped what she was doing and came up to greet us. "Oh hi. I'm so
glad to see you," she said enthusiastically. "I've been looking forward
to seeing you all morning." She gave each of us a hug and looked right
at me. She was talking loud enough that the ladies in the waiting area
could certainly hear her. "I'm so excited about you being here. I hope
you enjoy yourself. And I love your outfit. That lavender blouse is
really a good color for you. And I'm so glad to see you ARE wearing a
pretty bra. Your wife promised you would be wearing one for your big
day." Brianne touched the front of my shirt, unbuttoned one more button
and pulled it open a bit to get a better look at my bra. I had no idea
what she was talking about with the 'big day', but I smiled anyway. I
was blushing, and wished she was not speaking so loud, but that wasn't
Brianne's style. I had always liked Brianne as she was a very positive
and enthusiastic person, the type of person that is often touching you
as she speaks. That made me uncomfortable when I first started coming
to her salon, but over time I've become to accept and even enjoy it, as
I've seen her do the same thing with her women customers. In the years
I had been going to her I'd seen her help many women leave her shop
feeling better about their looks through her excellent styling work and
positive manner. I was certain she was a big reason for the salon's
success.
Brianne continued talking. "It will take me a few more minutes to
finish up with my other customer, so please have a seat. You two can
look at the hairstyle magazines and see which style we want to pick for
you." She was looking at me when she said that and she must have seen
the shock on my face. "What's the matter dear? Victoria told me you
were ready for a more appropriate hairstyle. I hope you haven't changed
your mind."
"Uh... well... no... I guess so. I mean I guess not," I replied.
"Oh good!" Brianne exclaimed. "See you in a bit." She disappeared
around the corner.
My wife and I turned to find a place to sit in the waiting area. One of
the ladies sitting on the couch got up and moved to a chair to allow us
to sit next to each other. I noticed she had a bit of a smirk on her
face as she looked at me. All three of the women were trying not to
stare at the guy in the bra, while still getting a good look. "Tell the
lady thank you, dear," said my wife.
"Thank you very much ma'am," I responded very quietly, trying not to
look her in the face and longer than necessary to be polite. I did see
that she was nicely dressed and approximately our age.
"You're welcome," she replied with a nod and with that smirky smile
still on her face. She was trying to be polite.
"You'll have to excuse my husband," said my wife to the smirking lady.
"He's a bit shy today. All excited about a new hairstyle. Isn't that
right, dear?"
"Uh.. Yes. I guess so," I replied.
"Well it's very brave of you to come to a place called Feminine Mystique
to get your new hairstyle, especially wearing that blouse," said our new
friend, with a bit less of a smirk. "My husband wouldn't be caught dead
in here."
"Well actually that's not a blouse. It is a man's shirt," responded my
wife. "I know it is a bit 'girly', but he likes pastels and it's such a
flattering style and color for him. But Brianne has been cutting his
hair for years. I think he enjoys spending time here with the girls."
I was embarrassed but she was right. I did enjoy spending time here and
listening to the women talk about their lives, their husbands and
boyfriends (a few women seemed to have both), makeup, hairstyles, and
their careers.
"Oh, goodness," said our new friend. "My husband hates girl talk. When
we get together with other couples he's always in another room with the
guys, while the women are in the kitchen."
"I'm very lucky," my wife said. "When we have people over my husband is
out in the kitchen with the girls. He does most of the setup, cooking
and cleanup, while I get to spend time with my friends. He does most of
the laundry and cleaning at home too."
"Wow, I wish I had a husband like that!" said our new friend. "I'm
Gretchen, by the way," she said.
"I'm Victoria, and this is my husband Gregory," my wife replied.
"It's nice to meet you Gregory," she said. I saw her catching another
glance at my chest. In my haste to find a seat I had forgotten to re-do
the button Brianne had undone, so my shirt was still pulled open,
displaying my bra, including that cute little black bow.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too ma'am," I replied.
"My. Such nice manners too," said Gretchen. "You've certainly got him
well trained," she joked to my wife.
"Thank you," replied my wife. "It wasn't too difficult. He was already
very kind and polite when I got him, and likes to do things to make me
happy, don't you dear? All kinds of things." The last sentence had a
definite sexual tone to it. My wife, Gretchen and the other two ladies
all laughed gently at her little joke. I was hoping my wife wouldn't
tell them just WHAT I had been willing to do to make her happy.
While they were talking I tried to keep my head buried in a magazine. I
looked at the various hairstyles and wondered what Brianne and my wife
had in mind. My hair was getting awfully long. I bet she's going to
have Brianne cut it much shorter I thought. That would be quite a
change. It had gotten so long I occasionally put it in a little pony
tail to try to keep it out of my eyes.
Brianne appeared from around the corner. "Are we all ready?" she asked
enthusiastically.
"Yes we are!" responded my wife. "Let's go dear. It was a pleasure
talking to you," my wife said to our new friend.
"It was nice to talk to you too," said Gretchen. "I hope you enjoy your
new hairstyle," she said to me as we stood up.
"I hope so too," I replied.
"We'll go down here and around the corner to our treatment room," said
Brianne. We followed her as we walked through the hairstyling area and
the nail area and entered a room with a massage table. Along the way
many of the other employees, all of whom recognized me, smiled or said
hello. Most of them also couldn't help but look at my chest. I guess
the bra was a bit too visible, or else they were just very observant.
Or maybe they had heard about the guy in the bra in the waiting area
from overhearing Brianne. There was a sheet on the table, and another
woman waiting for us.
"Oh, good," I thought to myself. "A massage is a great surprise." My
wife and Brianne followed me into the room.
"Hi, I'm Angela," said the woman. I recognized her and said hello too.
"So have you ever had your legs waxed before?" she asked.
"What?" I asked, very surprised. "I... I..."
"The leg waxing is a surprise," explained my wife. "So are the other
things we have planned. I haven't told him about any of the things he
gets to do today."
"Oh, wow! You've got quite an exciting day ahead of you then," said
Angela.
"Well I've got some other customers to take care of," said Brianne as
she gave me a little hug. "You enjoy the waxing and I'll see you a
little later for your new 'look'. Bye, bye." She closed the door
behind her leaving me alone with Angela and my wife.
"Sit down here and we'll get started," said Angela. "Did you want a
full leg or half leg wax?"
"Half leg?" I asked. "Which half?"
Angela laughed. "Half leg is from the ankle to the knee. Full leg is
he entire leg."
"We want full leg, don't we dear?" said my wife.
"uh, I guess so. If you say so," I replied.
I lay back on the table and prepared for Angela to start the process. I
remembered the scene from 'The 40 Year Old Virgin" where the guy screams
out in agony as his chest is waxed. I was preparing for the worst.
Angela pulled the leg of my shorts up as far as she could. "I'm sorry,
but I think if you want the full leg wax, you'll need to take off your
shorts."
Oh, wow. I looked at my wife in horror. I couldn't do that. I
couldn't let Angela see the that I was wearing panties! And all the
excitement had me very aroused. "What's wrong dear?" my wife asked.
"It's just that if... if.. I take off my shorts she'll see my... my..."
I stuttered in a panic.
"She'll see your panties," said my wife very calmly. She chuckled as
she said, "Angela's already seen your bra dear, and I'm certain she's
seen lots of panties when she's waxed other women." She turned and
looked at Angela. "My husband is wearing panties that match his pretty
bra. Will that bother you to wax his legs while he is wearing panties?"
"Not as much as it would bother me if he wasn't wearing any panties,"
Angela laughed. "No seriously, when I worked at another spa I waxed the
legs of a number of men. Some of their underwear wasn't all that
attractive. It would be a nice change to see a pretty pair of panties
instead."
"See dear, she doesn't mind one bit," said my wife. "Now quit being
silly and take off your shorts."
I got up, did as I was told and lay back down on the table. My aroused
cock was quite obvious. Angela moved toward the table with a strip of
wax in her hands. "Hmm, very pretty," she said. She looked up at my
open shirt. "It does match your pretty bra, doesn't it. Even down to
the little black bow." She looked back down at the panties, being
stretched by my cock. "And Brianne will be glad to hear that you are
enjoying your day so far," she laughed. My face was so red from
embarrassment. I was afraid to say anything for fear of screaming when
she pulled off the wax. She put the first strip of wax on my lower leg.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I guess so," I replied through clenched teeth. She ripped off the wax.
It hurt, but not nearly as much as I expected.
"Did it hurt?" Angela asked.
"Not too much, really," I replied.
"That's interesting," replied Angela. "Most men seem to think it hurts
a lot more than the women do. I guess you must have a more feminine
pain threshhold... along with your other feminine attributes." She
laughed as she said the last sentence.
She continued to wax my lower legs; one strip of wax after another.
After a few it didn't seem to hurt hardly at all. I began to relax a
bit, and my arousal subsided a bit, so my cock went back to its normal
size and wasn't so obvious under my panties. As I looked at my leg I
could see it looked much nicer and smoother than the upper leg. "How
are you doing honey?" asked my wife.
"Just fine," I replied with a smile.
"Your legs look great; all smooth and silky," my wife continued.
"Yes they do," I replied. I thought I was going to be quite happy with
my new smooth and silky legs legs
Angela completed the lower legs and was ready to move upward. "Okay,
you'll need to lay down flat now," she said. "So I can do your upper
leg."
I lay flat and waited to feel the wax on my thigh. As she put on the
wax, I realized that my upper thigh was very sensitive to Angela's
touch. My cock started to come back to attention. "That's alright,"
said Angela with a smile. "Lots of women (and men) get a bit aroused
when I'm doing their upper thighs. It's an occupational hazard of mine.
I expect it will go back down in a few minutes."
I was so embarrassed that I was finding this arousing, and especially
that Angela could tell. "It's ok, honey," my wife chimed in. "I've
gotten a bit excited when Angela has touched my thigh as well, haven't I
Angela?" Her words contained a sexual tone as she reached over to take
Angela's hand.
"Yes you certainly did, Victoria," she replied, with a smile and a long
look toward my wife.
I was very confused by what I just heard. It almost sounded like
something sexual had happened between the two of them. My thoughts were
interrupted by the sudden pain of the wax being ripped from my upper
thigh. "Oww," I said. It was totally involuntary and unexpected. The
two women smiled.
"It's okay, honey," said my wife. "The thighs are more sensitive than
the lower leg. That's why Angela starts on the lower leg, to let you
get used to the pain."
They were right about the arousal. That pain had immediately shrunk my
cock back to normal, or maybe even less than normal size. Angela
continued with the waxing and I cringed at each of the next few strips,
but managed to not shout out again. Gradually I got accustomed to this
level of pain and Angela finished up doing my thighs. As she completed
the last strip I exhaled heavily, glad that this was over. "Should we
continue?" Angela asked.
"What?" I blurted. "Aren't we done?"
"Oh, no honey," responded my wife. "We've still got to do your arms."
I relaxed a bit. That probably wouldn't be too painful. "We'll have
Angela do that as soon as she finishes up to your bikini line."
"My what?" I asked incredulously.
"Your bikini line, dear." responded my wife. "We're going to the beach
in a few weeks and I don't want all that ugly hair showing. You do want
to look nice for me don't you dear?" She has a bit of a sing-song sound
to her last sentence; kind of like a little girl would ask 'pretty
please' for something they really wanted. I could never refuse her when
she asked me like that.
"Okay. Sure," I replied with a smile and Angela continued with her
waxing. She touched my panties and pulled them up tighter towards my
cock, which immediately started to get aroused again. "Angela looked at
me with a big grin. By now I could tell what was coming. More warm
wax, another 'riiiiip' and more intense pain. Since I was expecting it
I managed not to cry out, even though it was the most intense pain yet.
And my cock was deflated again. It had been up and down so many times
this day that I was almost like a balloon instead of a sex organ.
"It's okay dear," said my wife. "Each time you wax a bit of the hair
doesn't grow back, so each time is a little less painful. I promise
next time won't hurt as much."
Next time? I thought. I hope she's not serious.
"Yes next time won't hurt as much," confirmed Angela. "Unless we decide
to do a Brazilian!" she laughed and my wife laughed out loud too. I
didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I just smiled politely. Angela
went ahead and finished my bikini area and then waxed my arms. The arms
seemed less painful, or maybe I was just getting used to the level of
pain. And my cock behaved itself for the remainder of the waxing. I
wondered how women who did this all the time managed to stand the pain.
After she finished she put some lotion on the areas she had waxed, which
made them a bit less sensitive, but got that darn cock back at
attention. "Go ahead and slip your shorts back on," said Angela. I was
glad to have that over and ready for us to head for home.
"I'll go tell Brianne we are ready for your next surprise," said my wife
as she left the room. I had forgotten all about my 'new hairstyle'. I
guess we weren't done after all.
"Having a fun day?" Angela asked.
I started to say no and caught myself. "Actually... I guess I am. I
really am," I replied and then I smiled.
"I'm glad," responded Angela. "Your arms look much nicer and I think
you'll really like your smooth and silky legs. They are so much nicer
under pantyhose or stockings. And my boyfriend sure likes to put his
hands on my soft, smooth thighs." With that she reached out and softly
caressed the inside of my right thigh. "See how nice that feels," she
continued. "Maybe we should double date some time," she said with a
wink.
Just then the door opened and my wife entered with Brianne. "Now keep
your hands off the merchandise, Angela," joked Brianne.
All the women laughed and Angela said to my wife, "I was just saying
maybe we should double date sometime."
"That might be fun," my wife replied. "We should do that. Thanks so
much for the great job you did, Angela."
"Yes, thank you Angela," I replied.
"My pleasure, and a little bit of his," replied Angela with a grin. "He
was just telling me that he was really enjoying his day."
"Oh, good," responded Brianne. If you enjoyed that, you'll really enjoy
what we have up next. Follow me!"
We left the room and walked over to Brianne's hair station. Before we
left, I had the presense of mind to button the shirt button that Brianne
had undone. That made the bra a little less obvious. Various people
smiled or said hello again, with more looking at my chest. The word
must have spread. Brianne had me sit in her chair. "You sit here and
I'll have Kristi come over and take care of your eyebrows," said
Brianne.
Eyebrows? What do we need to do with my eyebrows, I wondered? I knew
Kristi. She was the type of girl they call bubbly, with lots of
youthful enthusiasm. Kristi was a very attractive young lady in her mid
twenties with a terrific body. She must have had 'D' cup breasts and
always wore tight clothing to show them off. Today she had on a short
black skirt and a purple sweater, as tight as ever. "Hi, Gregory," she
said and I said 'hi' back to her. "So we're finally going to do
something about those eyebrows, are we?"
"Yes, they really to be neatened up, don't they?" responded my wife.
"Well I'm just the girl to do it for you," she replied. She took some
small scissors and trimmed them a bit. This wasn't so bad. It didn't
hurt, and it was wonderful to have Kristi and her breasts so close as
she leaned close to trim my eyebrows. She smelled wonderful. Her
terrific breasts were almost exactly at my eye level, so I could stare
and not be considered a pervert for doing it. I was glad for the loose
shorts so my growing cock wouldn't be noticed. After all the arousing
events of the day I wished I could finally cum. "Angela did a nice job
on your legs," she said as she worked. "They look very nice and
smooth."
She finished the trimming, then turned to put down the scissors. Then I
noticed that she was dipping something into a small pot of wax. Oh, no!
She was going to wax my eyebrows too! I knew better than to say
anything. I decided just to grin and bear it. "I love your blouse,"
she said as she put on the wax. "That style and color really suits you.
And actually I'm wearing a bra almost identical to yours." As she told
me about the bra 'riiiiip' went the wax and simultaneously my cock shot
cum into my panties. My face flushed and Kristi stopped to see if I was
okay. "Are you alright dear?" she asked. I nodded yes. "I'm sorry, I
didn't know that would be so painful, especially after you had all that
other waxing done.
"Oh I think it's just all the excitement getting to him," said my wife
with a smile. "Isn't it dear."
"Uh.. yes, I guess so," I replied.
Kristi continued to work on my eyebrows. As I sat there I could feel
the cum run part way down my leg. I suddenly realized that it had been
many months since I had cum and not ended up swallowing it by sucking it
from my wife's pussy. When I first did that for my wife I had
experienced the post-cum 'blues' and I had lost much of my passion. But
after months of sucking my wife's pussy after cumming I had been
conditioned to look forward to that as part of my sexual pleasure. I
almost wished I could scoop it up right now and swallow it for her.
When Kristi finished my eyebrows she picked up a hand mirror for me to
use for a close-up view. They were much thinner, with a definite
feminine arch. They were a girl's eyebrows. "Do you like them?" Kristi
asked cheerfully.
I paused for a moment before enswering, swiveling my head from side to
side to get a good luck. "Yes," I finally replied with a smile. I
really did like them.
"They look great," my wife added.
"Oh, good!" Kristi cried out with glee. "I was so worried. You've just
been the talk of the salon for the last few weeks and I didn't want to
ruin your big day."
"Wha... what do you mean," I stuttered.
"Well ever since Brianne told us you'd be coming in a bra today and she
told us about your new look, we've all been looking forward to it;
probably almost as much as you have. We're all so happy for you!" she
continued to 'bubble'. "We know you'll be so much happier. I've always
kind of thought of you as one of the girls anyway." She gave me a big
hug, a kiss on the cheek, and then turned and walked away.
Brianne came back with a big smile. "Oh your eyebrows look gorgeous!
Kristi did a wonderful job. They look even better than I expected. Now
you just sit tight for a couple of minutes while I get ready to cut your
hair."
I loked over at my wife, who had been standing nearby as Kristi was
doing her work. "You're welcome, honey!" she said softly. Her love for
me was obvious from her face. I didn't know what to do or say. My head
was spinning again. Brianne had told all of her staff about me coming
in a bra today? And what's the new 'look' she's talking about? And why
had she thought of me as one of the girls? I was as masculine as
anybody. Well actually I knew I wasn't. But one of the girls? I
didn't know what to think. I had no choice but to sit and wait for
whatever would be next in my big day of surprises.
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