Spa
"Welcome to the Spa, dear yellow couple!" Our still-married couple were welcomed by a stark naked coloured man and woman.
"We will now proceed with your cleaning, waxing and massage. Please put on the caps during the shower. When the foam comes, your eyes and head should be covered, otherwise you will also lose the hairs in these places. If you would like to follow us."
They put on the silly hoods and followed the pair to a shower stall.
Our couple could relax for a few minutes under a warm tropical rain shower.
Then it stopped splashing. A light burning foam was sprayed from the top and the sides. This lasted a few minutes. Our couple reflexively closed her eyes. It was not possible to remove the burning mixture. Finally, they stood up to their necks in the foam. The cabin door did not open. Outside a timer rang. The shower started again, and the water dissolved the foam. Once all the foam had expired and the burning sensation in the eyes had eased, our couple opened their eyes.
Marianne spluttered when she saw Gerd. She had never seen him so naked. His little man, usually hiding in the thick pubic hair, now fully exposed. Chest, back, legs, arms, all without hair. The moron had not pulled his cap over his eyes. Eyelashes, nose and ear hair, all disappeared. He looked baby-faced.
A fan switched on. The drying air came from concealed nozzles in the shower. Then the door opened and they both came out.
The coloured attendants couldn’t conceal the hint of a smile when they noticed Gerd’s naked face.
They explained their smile to the bewildered Gerd with a mirror. It vanished when he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Don't worry, the foam does not permanently remove the hair. It’ll grow back in four weeks."
That mollified Gerd and disarmed the momentarily tense situation.
"Well, Gerd, I like that!" said Marianne.
"Me too!" he replied with a leering look on and a probing feel of the hairless pubic area of his wife.
"Hee hee, we’re still here! Sex can wait till later!" the black couple reminded them. "We are also not finished yet. Come with us!"
The group came into a white-tiled treatment room. Or in any case, what looked like one.
"Lay yourselves down on the couches!"
"On the belly or on the back?" Gerd wanted to know.
"Doesn't matter , just as you like."
Marianne went on her belly, Gerd on his back.
The coloured pair pushed a cart with electrical devices to connect to the couches. These dangled thick leads with a strangely shaped end pieces.
"These are our heavy duty leads. It is in places a little warm, sometimes hot, but it is quite tolerable. Your skin type is unlikely to cause any problems."
With these words the assistants began to rub our couple with a cooling gel.
Gerd looked with pleasure on the lush plump breasts of the coloured woman, as she took over his treatment. And Marianne looked admiringly and lewdly at the huge black cock which dangled before her face. 'Even in idle mode it is already bigger than Gerd’s!' She had to force himself not to just reach out and grasp the organ in her hand. Unfortunately the cock with progressive treatment moved out of her sight. The treatment of her back was soon complete. Then she had to turn around and the magnificent man concentrated on treating her armpits and her groin area. As he parted her labia, young Marianne almost groaned.
Well, in any case, she was finished quicker than Gerd, the now rather less furry animal.
She enjoyed the subsequent massage by strong hands. 'Why she don't I get such treatment at home?' she asked herself, ruefully
But it was the most beautiful massage workover.
'Her masseur', asked her to come along. He took her to another room. It was a hair salon.
"Hello Mrs Yellow." Your husband has requested a small change with regard to your hairstyle at the admissions interview. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, no. As you please " Relaxed, she consented. 'It’ll soon grow back again, eh?' She was calm.
Her long hair was radically pruned to a bob and dyed blonde. When she saw herself in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised.
"You will soon notice the benefits of short hair. And I think it really suits you!"
‘It’s true, actually. But wow, that’s really crazy,' Marianne thought.
"Thank you! Nicely done!" She sat down, full of praise.
She began to find these holidays at the expense of the State rather agreeable.
The hairdresser then took her to that room where our story began. And there was she now, relaxing in the yellow bean bag. Later, other guests came and sat in the bean bags which matched the colour of their collars. Nobody spoke. They just exchanged interested glances.
Gerd arrived quite late. He had probably used his time to burn the fur permanently away. He looked around searching. It took him a few seconds to realise that the blond model in the yellow bean bag was his Marianne. He went to her, gazing at her inquiringly. 'Can it be that his Marianne was the prettiest women here?' It seemed so. He stood awkwardly next to the seat.
"What do you think you’re doing, waving your thing in my face?" she asked disapprovingly. "Come, sit with me!"
As he sank into the bean bag next to her, she lovingly stroked him across the chest.
"Nice and smooth.", she praised appreciatively.
“You too,” he replied, casually stroking her clit. He missed a kiss, because the welcome Lady entered the room. She was still nude, as they all were, apart from a wide belt with a fearsome bullwhip. Four threatening muscle-bound behemoths formed up behind her.
"Welcome to the Spa, dear yellow couple!" Our still-married couple were welcomed by a stark naked coloured man and woman.
"We will now proceed with your cleaning, waxing and massage. Please put on the caps during the shower. When the foam comes, your eyes and head should be covered, otherwise you will also lose the hairs in these places. If you would like to follow us."
They put on the silly hoods and followed the pair to a shower stall.
Our couple could relax for a few minutes under a warm tropical rain shower.
Then it stopped splashing. A light burning foam was sprayed from the top and the sides. This lasted a few minutes. Our couple reflexively closed her eyes. It was not possible to remove the burning mixture. Finally, they stood up to their necks in the foam. The cabin door did not open. Outside a timer rang. The shower started again, and the water dissolved the foam. Once all the foam had expired and the burning sensation in the eyes had eased, our couple opened their eyes.
Marianne spluttered when she saw Gerd. She had never seen him so naked. His little man, usually hiding in the thick pubic hair, now fully exposed. Chest, back, legs, arms, all without hair. The moron had not pulled his cap over his eyes. Eyelashes, nose and ear hair, all disappeared. He looked baby-faced.
A fan switched on. The drying air came from concealed nozzles in the shower. Then the door opened and they both came out.
The coloured attendants couldn’t conceal the hint of a smile when they noticed Gerd’s naked face.
They explained their smile to the bewildered Gerd with a mirror. It vanished when he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Don't worry, the foam does not permanently remove the hair. It’ll grow back in four weeks."
That mollified Gerd and disarmed the momentarily tense situation.
"Well, Gerd, I like that!" said Marianne.
"Me too!" he replied with a leering look on and a probing feel of the hairless pubic area of his wife.
"Hee hee, we’re still here! Sex can wait till later!" the black couple reminded them. "We are also not finished yet. Come with us!"
The group came into a white-tiled treatment room. Or in any case, what looked like one.
"Lay yourselves down on the couches!"
"On the belly or on the back?" Gerd wanted to know.
"Doesn't matter , just as you like."
Marianne went on her belly, Gerd on his back.
The coloured pair pushed a cart with electrical devices to connect to the couches. These dangled thick leads with a strangely shaped end pieces.
"These are our heavy duty leads. It is in places a little warm, sometimes hot, but it is quite tolerable. Your skin type is unlikely to cause any problems."
With these words the assistants began to rub our couple with a cooling gel.
Gerd looked with pleasure on the lush plump breasts of the coloured woman, as she took over his treatment. And Marianne looked admiringly and lewdly at the huge black cock which dangled before her face. 'Even in idle mode it is already bigger than Gerd’s!' She had to force himself not to just reach out and grasp the organ in her hand. Unfortunately the cock with progressive treatment moved out of her sight. The treatment of her back was soon complete. Then she had to turn around and the magnificent man concentrated on treating her armpits and her groin area. As he parted her labia, young Marianne almost groaned.
Well, in any case, she was finished quicker than Gerd, the now rather less furry animal.
She enjoyed the subsequent massage by strong hands. 'Why she don't I get such treatment at home?' she asked herself, ruefully
But it was the most beautiful massage workover.
'Her masseur', asked her to come along. He took her to another room. It was a hair salon.
"Hello Mrs Yellow." Your husband has requested a small change with regard to your hairstyle at the admissions interview. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, no. As you please " Relaxed, she consented. 'It’ll soon grow back again, eh?' She was calm.
Her long hair was radically pruned to a bob and dyed blonde. When she saw herself in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised.
"You will soon notice the benefits of short hair. And I think it really suits you!"
‘It’s true, actually. But wow, that’s really crazy,' Marianne thought.
"Thank you! Nicely done!" She sat down, full of praise.
She began to find these holidays at the expense of the State rather agreeable.
The hairdresser then took her to that room where our story began. And there was she now, relaxing in the yellow bean bag. Later, other guests came and sat in the bean bags which matched the colour of their collars. Nobody spoke. They just exchanged interested glances.
Gerd arrived quite late. He had probably used his time to burn the fur permanently away. He looked around searching. It took him a few seconds to realise that the blond model in the yellow bean bag was his Marianne. He went to her, gazing at her inquiringly. 'Can it be that his Marianne was the prettiest women here?' It seemed so. He stood awkwardly next to the seat.
"What do you think you’re doing, waving your thing in my face?" she asked disapprovingly. "Come, sit with me!"
As he sank into the bean bag next to her, she lovingly stroked him across the chest.
"Nice and smooth.", she praised appreciatively.
“You too,” he replied, casually stroking her clit. He missed a kiss, because the welcome Lady entered the room. She was still nude, as they all were, apart from a wide belt with a fearsome bullwhip. Four threatening muscle-bound behemoths formed up behind her.
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