Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance)

by Max Sebastian

  She smiled. "I think I'm over him, now."

  She gave me a hug before letting me out her front door, squeezing me, saying, "Thank you, Joe."

  I said, "Get some sleep, huh? Maybe we can do this again soon."

  It had been a fairly intense night, I had to offer her a breather. But she said, "Next week some time?"

  I nodded, smiled, pleased she was so keen. "Saturday?"

  "Can't wait."

  *

  That night I went online to order Heidi a toy.

  God, I'd never done anything like this before. And the old me would never have done this, for the old Heidi or any of my other exes. But I liked the idea of compelling her to practice her sex skills, as she practiced her cello. It was further corruption for her. Heidi had never owned a sex toy before. Now she would have a realistic eight-inch dildo of her very own, to practice stretching her lips around.

  It was easy to order, the website promising speedy delivery and discreet packaging.

  Afterwards, it was fun to imagine how Heidi might react upon opening her parcel. How she might make use of the toy.

  Chapter Seven

  Monday evening. As I was just getting home I received a phone call from Heidi.

  Since she hadn't turned out to be the type to beg me to take her back, or complain at me for ending our relationship, or generally turn into a stalker ex, I was actually pleased to see her name and number pop up on my phone.

  Add to that the fact that we'd actually been having a weird kind of fun since she'd come back into my life, and that for reasons I did not entirely understand she had become my number one sexual fantasy all of a sudden, I might even say I was thrilled she called.

  "Hey, Heidi, how's things?"

  "Oh, you know," she said, and for a moment I thought she might launch into an Old Heidi-style protest about all the heinous things going on in her life. But instead she said, "Getting through a fairly drab week until you come pick me up to play on Saturday."

  I laughed. "I'm looking forward to it, too," I said, and I wasn't just being nice to an ex. "So... what's up?"

  I heard her take a deep breath. Something heavy?

  She said, "Are you somewhere... you can talk?"

  "Yeah, I just got home." Holding the phone to my ear, I unlocked my front door and entered the apartment. I glanced around, but everything seemed quiet. "Doesn't look like my roommates are home yet."

  "I've been... doing some research..." she said, her tone suggesting she was unsure of quite how to put what was on her mind.

  "Research, huh? Sounds dangerous," I joked, wandering into my room and closing the door behind me. "What about?"

  "Well... you know... some guys prefer things a little... more open... down there."

  "More open?"

  "Less hair."

  "Ahhh." Slumping down on my bed, I couldn't help but smile. Heidi really had been thinking about Saturday night already, on a Monday.

  "So I was thinking... maybe... I should do something about mine."

  God. While I'd been going out with her, I had thought her bush a little excessive. And I did generally like some hair down there. But now I felt a tiny bit guilty for talking to her about it, making her feel pressure to change it. It was part of a woman's identity, after all — and her choice.

  I said, "It's only some guys that prefer it differently," I said. "Not all of them."

  Heidi said, "I've been reading articles, and it's probably a lot of men. And even if it's driven by the way women are in the media — or porn — if that's the way it is now..."

  "It's not all men," I said.

  "There are other arguments for it, too," she went on. "But... anyway... I just want to try something different."

  "Okay..." I said, not quite sure what she was asking me.

  I heard Heidi take another deep breath, then say, "I've looked at the various options... and I think I'm best off getting it done professionally."

  "Professionally?"

  "Well, you know there are all these kits you can do it at home, but I never did it before..."

  "Wait, what're we talking about here?" I felt dim, but I had assumed Heidi had been talking about wanting to shave her pussy.

  "Waxing it," she said, and I was surprised. "I mean, I know it'll probably hurt, but it's probably easier in the long-term..."

  "Wow," I said, a little taken aback that this was what she had decided, and the fact that she was telling me about it at all.

  "So I was just wondering..." she said, "...if you wouldn't mind coming with me... when I get it done?"

  I caught my breath, and had to keep myself from laughing. I didn't want her to think I was laughing at her — it was just so unexpected, what she'd asked.

  "You want... me... to go with you?"

  "I don't know... I just feel... braver... when you're around."

  She was my ex. She wouldn't be showing me anything I hadn't seen before. But it did seem like a strange request. I suppose I had touched her there the other night... and she had gone down on me. But even so...

  "Are you sure?"

  "I mean, if you really don't want to... or if you're busy..."

  "No," I said, "I mean... if you want me there..."

  That strange sexual fantasy was kicking in again, stirring things in my loins. The thought of preparing Heidi so she could sleep with another man, the thought of corrupting her, of turning her from a fairly wholesome girl-next-door into a sexual vixen.

  It did appeal to me, the thought of watching her prepare her pussy for sex with someone else.

  "I have a late appointment booked for Thursday night," she said. "I can probably change it if you can't do Thursday..."

  "No, Thursday's fine," I said.

  "Great. You want to come by my place... 7pm?"

  "Sounds great."

  "See you then."

  We ended the call, and I felt a little stunned. Heidi was really taking this little game of ours quite seriously. But was she on the level? Did she genuinely want me to guide her in finding a nice guy to become her next boyfriend? Or was she trying to set herself up as my ideal, to unsubtly win me back by finding out how she needed to change in order to make me want her again?

  Or was she simply teasing me, showing me what I could have had if I'd stayed together with her but had just told her how she could be better in our relationship?

  I wasn't sure. I figured if she did, ultimately, want me back, I'd just have to let her down gently when it came to it. Or if I wanted her back... and if she would have me again, I'd just have to make sure the terms of our relationship were not and never would be the same as they had been.

  But somehow, though I was enjoying spending time with Heidi and enjoying the frisson of the sexual nature of our little project, I still could not see myself in a long-term monogamous relationship with her again. Even if I fantasized about sleeping with her, that fantasy revolved around the idea that she was newly liberated — and sleeping with other people as well.

  Anyway, I went to bed that night imagining how Heidi might have looked in my bed having waxed her bikini line, and how it might be for her to feel how hard guys got when they saw her like that in future, imagining her excitement from being so desired, so wanted.

  By Thursday evening, I could see why Heidi wanted to take the course she was. It was about having a different mindset, taking a completely different approach to dating. Leaving her old self behind.

  She hugged me tightly after opening her door to me at 7pm. She smelled freshly showered, and was dressed in tight jeans and a skin-tight pink tank top that looked casual enough — and yet for Heidi, seemed unusually sexy. It didn't even look like she was wearing a bra; there was nothing visible strap-wise underneath the top. She had make-up on, too, and I wouldn't have said the old Heidi would have put make-up on at all for a simple salon appointment.

  "Come on," she said, grabbing a coat, "the taxi should be downstairs by now."

  In the cool air of the taxi I saw the bumps through her tank t
op where her nipples were pushing up. She wasn't wearing a bra. For her, it was a sexy look. But it had to be deliberate — she wasn't the type to accidentally forget to put one on.

  It made me think Heidi had been doing research on more than just what the latest trends were in pubic hair.

  "So how's your week been?"

  "Oh, you know. Fairly busy building up to the new season."

  "What's on the schedule this year?"

  "A mix. Elgar, Sibelius, Mussorgsky. All kinds of things."

  Small talk in the taxi disguised her nerves and my sense that this was all a little unreal. The salon she'd chosen was a five-minute taxi ride away, and looked like a sophisticated place in a fairly sophisticated part of town. Still, I felt more than a little self-conscious going in there with her. Reminded me of how I felt going into a family planning clinic as a teenager for my then-girlfriend to request the pill. A fish out of water, you might say, in a place decorated in pastel pinks and yellows, populated entirely by women.

  "Have a seat, Jerry will be along promptly," the receptionist said, indicating a small seating area at the front of the salon. "Can we get you a drink? Some tea, coffee?"

  Jerry, huh? Or perhaps Geri.

  But when Jerry emerged, he did turn out to be a man.

  "Hello, hello, very nice to meet you," he shook both of our hands as though we were about to buy a house from him. He had a hint of an Australian accent. "Come through, come through..."

  Heidi was suitably smiley and didn't seem put out that her waxer — whatever he called himself — was a big, stubbly guy. She did seem relieved, however, as Jerry showed us through to the back of the salon, to a windowless and nicely discreet private room. Made me imagine she'd been worried the appointment would all be carried out in the main part of the salon where various women were having their hair or their nails done.

  "So," said Jerry once we were successfully inside. "I'll just give you a minute or two to get yourself ready. If you'd like to slip off your jeans and... if you're comfortable with it, all your clothes below your waist... you can cover yourself with that towel if you need to. Then hop up onto the table for me... that would be fantastic."

  "Sure," Heidi said, seeming surprisingly calm.

  "Can I get you guys a drink?"

  "No, thanks," we both said as one, and Jerry slipped out of the room.

  I found myself a seat in the corner of the room, and Heidi slipped off her shoes before turning to me with a kind of nervous smirk on her face.

  "You don't have to, you know," I said.

  She laughed. "You're supposed to be here so that I do," she said, unfastening her belt and her fly button.

  "Okay, but just so you know... it's your choice."

  She looked at me intently, then pulled her jeans and her black panties down her thighs, past her knees, then stepped out of them altogether.

  "No use beating about the bush, huh?" she joked. "He's going to see everything anyway."

  Naked other than her pink top and a pair of white socks, Heidi leaned back against the massage table and lifted her behind up onto it, not at all concerned with showing me the goods. Her nipples were pretty stiff against her top. Was she enjoying this exposure?

  She lay on her back on the table, and didn't concern herself with the towel Jerry had offered to cover her.

  "You okay?" I asked her.

  "Uh-huh. Just a little... you know... nervous... about how much pain it'll be..."

  "They must do this all the time," I said. "They'll know what they're doing."

  "Oh, I'm sure they will. If I was trying to do this at home it would probably be unbelievable agony."

  We only had to wait a moment or two and then Jerry returned, seeming pleased to find Heidi on the table as requested.

  "So what can I do for you today?" he asked, offering Heidi a warm smile as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

  "Uh...well..." Heidi said, not quite knowing where to start. "I wanted to try it on the edges..."

  "Right, so your bikini line?"

  "And maybe if it's not too unbearable... some more as well."

  "I see. First time, huh? I don't see a problem with that."

  "Okay..." Heidi whined, but semi-joking.

  "Hey, I've done this thousands of times. Trust me — you'll be okay. So, lie down."

  She laughed nervously and lay back flat against the table, squeezing my hand. "Is it going to hurt?" she asked him.

  He reached behind, to retrieve something from his counter — a set of electric clippers.

  "The way we do it, it's a minimum of discomfort," he said. "Okay, first thing we need to do is trim the hair a little..."

  He sprinkled talcum powder over her bush, and flicked on the clippers. "This part might tickle a little."

  Then he was running the thing down over her mound, rapidly cutting back her dark hair, and Heidi was looking up at me with a nervous smile, silently telling me how plain crazy this all was.

  Heidi was blushing away as he touched her pussy to trim around it, even if he was wearing latex gloves. I found myself wondering how this guy got the job, and at what point he decided that this kind of thing was his vocation.

  Even with a simple trim, Heidi looked instantly tidier down there. It wasn't exactly the feminist move, but if Heidi was looking to impress potential lovers in this day and age, she might well have been onto something.

  Jerry said, Now, we'll start back here..."

  Heidi made another semi-joking nervous whine.

  "Okay. I want you to straighten this leg... and bend the other one, and turn onto your side."

  He helped position her, then asked her to put one hand around her raised leg, under her knee, and pull it up to really reveal herself to him, and pull her flesh taut.

  "It's going to hurt..." she whined quietly.

  "No, honey, it's not going to hurt."

  "No..."

  He turned away from her, briefly, and when he returned, he parted her buttocks and began spreading hot wax over a portion of her behind with a spatula. Then he placed a strip of white cloth over it, paused for next to no time, then said, "You ready?"

  He tore off the strip with a sharp tug, before even finishing asking her the question, and Heidi yelped as the thing came off.

  Lying there on her side, she was red-faced but laughing about it, and I couldn't tell if it was hurting her, or tickling her, or what.

  But then he had her turn over, to lie on her other side, and she did as he asked without seeming to be in agony. Perhaps she was just brave. The process did seem to leave her skin quite pink afterwards.

  "Oww!"

  Okay, she did cry out as he was pulling the strips off her, but I was impressed. I was also buzzing with that strange energy again, turned on and frightened and totally fascinated. This thing seemed so extreme, but so hot that she was doing it in the name of seducing someone.

  Did I wish she'd done this for me when we'd been dating? It would have been interesting. But in some ways, the way I felt now, I wanted her to do this for our little project.

  Now he had her lie on her back again, and without any real warning he was smearing the wax onto her, along the edges of her bush, applying the strips of paper and then tearing them off incredibly quickly. She was flinching with each one, but hardly had time to take in what was happening before the next one was done.

  "You're doing very well," he said, "Especially for a first timer."

  "Very well," I added, squeezing her hand.

  She looked up at me, smiling that isn't-it-crazy smile again, trying not to laugh, and said to the guy, "Does it get easier?"

  Jerry grinned. "It does. The more you get it done, the more you get used to it."

  "Okay..."

  "And the hair grows back softer, too. So... here we are. You want to call it quits?"

  Heidi looked slightly surprised that he'd finished her bikini line already. She looked at me, and I felt she was looking for someone to lead her, and to let her know it would be oka
y.

  "Go for it," I said, sensing that this was precisely what she wanted me to say.

  "Okay..." she nodded, and told Jerry, "Go on. Take the rest. I want to know what it's like."

  I looked down at her, surprised. She raised her eyes to mine, silently asking if she was doing the right thing.

  I said, "You could leave a small patch... you know... I think that would be hot."

  Heidi nodded, and said to Jerry, "You can do that?"

  Jerry smiled, "The Brazilian. A very popular choice. Here we go..."

  He was so quick, that was what was most unexpected. Dabbing on the wax, quietly stroking on the paper strips, then ripping them away so fast his hands were a blur.

  And lying there with her legs apart, less concerned about her modesty now, Heidi looked so different between her thighs — it was really something, even if her skin was all pink. It made her giggle, though, especially as he touched her pussy lips, pulling them this way and that to ensure her flesh was taut for the waxing around there.

  I watched Jerry cleaning her and applying moisturizer, and found myself trying to picture him as a lover, his attention lustful and affectionate rather than practical and professional. Trying to quietly determine in I could really handle the sight of some other guy sleeping with Heidi.

  Heidi was just breathing and sighing and murmuring, "Oh my God," concerning what had just happened — but she didn't seem to be in any real pain.

  "No, it was painful," she said as it came time for her to put her clothes back on, and Jerry left the room. "Only, it didn't really last. Just a couple of seconds while he was pulling the strips off."

  As we left, Heidi seemed to have an extra bounce in her step. She was all smiles, seeming elated at what she'd done — and that I'd borne witness to it. Was she teasing me, enjoying showing me what I could have had if I'd stayed with her? But the feeling I got with her was that, if I wanted her, I could have her. Waxed pussy and all. No, it seemed to me that she had enjoyed displaying herself to me, enjoyed having me paying attention to her, especially so intimately.

  "Quick drink while we're out?" I asked her.

  "That would be nice," she beamed.