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Julia's Story

Rob and I were no strangers to "broadening our horizons" as you might call it, but the session we had with Hannah and Eddie was altogether different. Usually, we see these little dalliances as a way to keep ourselves from getting stale with each other and a way of staving off infidelity in the normal sense. We take the view that if we are in the same room, then we are not being unfaithful, we're just exploring. It is something that we would do perhaps once every couple of months or so, as we feel the need and on the whole, it is not something that we talk about. We may pick up the occasional new trick that will stay with us, but apart from that there is no lasting legacy.

With Hannah and Eddie it was different. Although he had been living with me for three years, Rob had never shown much interest in what I did. As far as he was concerned, I was a hairdresser and the only benefits of that were that he got to ogle my fellow stylists on occasions when he popped in. I didn't cut his hair for him as he preferred to go to a barber close to where he worked. That was fine by me.

After we had the session with Hannah and Eddie, Rob started to edit the video footage as soon as we got home. He was like a man possessed and I had to prompt him to come to bed in the end as he had become so absorbed in it. His enthusiasm did have the advantage though of allowing me to let Eddie have a copy of the film the next day. That's what I call service: indulge in a bit of wife-swapping one evening, watch the movie the next!

The following evening, Rob started to ask me questions about haircutting while we were having a glass of wine. He wanted to know if I had ever shaved a woman's head before, how often I got to do dramatic cuts, whether I cut men's hair in  the salon, that sort of thing. I watched the disappointment on his face as I told him that such things were rare treats. He persevered with the topic for ages until I started to grow a little tired of describing things for him and suggested that he fetch his laptop so that I could give him some pointers to some "research material" that I had found, along the lines of the stuff that Hannah had mentioned. I had inadvertently found a way to shut him up!

'Have you seen this stuff?' he asked after a while. Silly question really, since I had been the one to point him towards it!

I nodded.

'So what you did with Hannah and Eddie isn't that rare then?'

'Well, it is in an everyday salon, but it happens' I replied. He went back to his research. I left him to it and went up to bed to read. It was an hour or more before he came upstairs, eager to share the fruits of his labour with me. He had his laptop with him and placed it on the chair by our dressing table.

'Come and look at this' he urged.

'I'm in bed, can't you bring it over here?' I complained.

'The light's better here' he said.

I swung my legs out from under the covers and took a couple of paces towards where he had put the laptop. As I was getting out of bed, he clicked "Play" on whatever it was that he had found, so that my approach was accompanied by the sound of people talking. Rob pulled his shirt over his head as I peered at the screen to see what I was meant to be looking at. I recognised the film as one that I quite liked, on the basis that it featured several women in a charity shave, having crew cuts and head shaves. Housewife types rather than glamour girls.

'I've seen it' I said as he carried on undressing. I looked away from the screen, slightly annoyed that he had got me out of bed to look at something that I had already seen. My intended scowl was cut off in its prime as Rob drew down his trousers to show me how much he liked the film! He reached out and took me by the arm, turning me round as he pulled me in to him.

'You like that then?' I asked breathlessly as his hands roved over my body. He answered by rubbing himself against my buttocks, bending me over. We were still facing the laptop and he was urging me to watch as he pumped urgently. He had clearly got a head start on me as a result of his investigations, but I joined in enthusiastically in a bid to catch him up.

It was strange that after we had finished, he turned the laptop off and went for a shower without saying anything. It didn't bother me as it wasn't as if we needed any sort of encouragement in the normal course of things. I fell asleep thinking about the evening with Hannah and Eddie again and about Rob's new interest in all things hair-related.

Rob left for work early the next day and I was left alone to get ready for work. I showered and washed my hair, musing about Rob again as I blow dried it in front of the mirror. Eve cut it and coloured it every so often, so it was always in good condition. We were a bit bad really as we would keep a block free in the appointment book so that we could do each other's hair. Mine had been in a blondish bob for a while now, although Eve did change the shade slightly for me from time to time. Not so long ago it had been down past my shoulders when she told me that she was going to cut it shorter for me. I didn't object and Rob didn't comment beyond the "very nice, dear" type of sentiment. I had got used to it this length and was grateful that it didn't take too long to make it look decent before I went out.

I went downstairs and did the dishes quickly before getting in the car to go to the salon. Eve was the keyholder, so I didn't need to worry about getting there first, which was just as well as the traffic was worse than usual. I bustled in to the salon to hear the welcome sound of coffee being brewed.

'Hi Eve' I said to the figure straightening a pile of towels.

'Hiya' she called back.

I put my things down and checked the appointment book to see what the day had in store. Nothing but trims and more trims, although nothing first thing for either of us. I poured myself a coffee and went in to the salon area. I took a seat in one of the styling stations.

'I love watching other people work!' I said, taking a sip of coffee.

Eve laughed. She knew that I was joking and that I would quite happily stay late to do what she was doing. We got on well and were probably the two closest colleagues at the salon. That said, I had never shared with her the details of my private escapades with Rob. I would be surprised though, if she didn't have at least some inkling about what I got up to in my wilder moments. She was no slouch herself, although it was clear when we were out that she needed a little helping hand from the booze to put her in the mood to get a bit more sociable.

I looked at her as she put the last of the towels away. The dark hair that normally broke on to her shoulders was swaying as she bent. She was slightly younger than me and pretty in an unexceptional way. I knew that she coveted larger boobs as we had had quite a lively discussion with a client only last week. I was against boob jobs, saying that you should go with what you were given, but Eve countered that I was only saying that as I had a decent pair to start with. There was nothing wrong with her boobs, I told her. They were a reasonable size and why would she want to go and ruin them by having surgery. I hated the way that fake boobs looked and from a completely feminine point of view, would far rather see a woman with small boobs than one with boobs of a suspiciously unnatural shape. On the one occasion that I had got up close and personal with a pair of fake boobs at a party, I had to make my excuses to the woman concerned and engineer a departure. They just weren't right. On the other hand, I have had more than one close acquaintance with small boobs and even come to be a little jealous of the advantages that they have!

Eve stood upright, her task complete.

'You should let me cut that for you, then it wouldn't flap about so much' I said pointing to her hair. Eve and I weren't too proscriptive when we came to letting the other one do our hair. I was always open to suggestions on style, length and colour; it was just that Eve didn't ever go too wild. I was probably to blame when it came to her styles too. She had always been adamant that she didn't want to colour her hair, but she never complained if I cut it differently or gave her bangs or something like that.

'So you're bored then?' she asked.

I didn't like to say that it wasn't so much boredom, but more of a desire to follow up my more dramatic work on Hannah.

'I was just trying to picture you with short hair. You'd look great' I said, trying to keep things neutral.

'I'd probably frighten Colin if I went home looking too different' she said.

I reached over and unhooked the clippers from the edge of the workstation.

'You'd look great with a number two. He'd love you all bristly' I said. She gave me one of her serious looks.

'Have you been drinking?' she asked, before smiling at me.

That smile tempted me to press further.

'We could start at a three and then do the two, how about that?' I asked.

'You're serious aren't you?'

'We'd have time to bleach it too, he'd really love that. Short, blonde and really sexy' I said. She just looked at me and walked past.

'You're mad, do you know that' she said as she went. I took another sip of coffee and put the clippers down. I would have to take out my clipper urges on somebody else!

Eve went upstairs and I went over to reception. I dialled Rob's number but only got his message service, suddenly remembering that he had said that he was in a meeting first thing.

'Hi gorgeous, it's only me' I said. 'Just remembered something for you to do on your way home. Would you stop off at the barber's and get yourself a number one for me? Pretty please?' I said, just as I heard Eve moving down the corridor upstairs. I wondered how Rob would react to my message. He had shown interest in my hair since we had had our little session with Hannah and Eddie, but he had not mentioned his own. He had certainly shown interest in Eddie getting his head shaved each time we watched the video, but whether it was just the overall scenario with Eddie being shaved by me with no top on, I don't know. He had certainly not commented on how he wished that he could do it or how there was no way that he could ever cut his hair so short. That little message might plant a seed for him, although I suspected that I would have more work to do before he ventured down that road.

Eve came down the stairs slowly and looked for me as she reached the bottom.

'Are you serious?' she asked again.

I nodded.

'Why?'

'You remember that guy who came in with the pregnant wife a couple of days ago?' I said.

'I think so' she said uncertainly.

'They came back in later and I ended up shaving their heads' I said, as her eyes widened. I decided that it was best to leave out the part about our little film.

'It was such an improvement for both of them that I've become a bit of a convert to really short hair' I said.

She looked at my hair, still defiantly collar length.

'Not that much of a convert though' she observed.

'I've decided to spread the word a bit first, just while I decide what to do with mine' I clarified.

'So you're going to shear everyone that you come into contact with, is that it?' she remarked.

'Not necessarily, only where I think it would look good.'

'And I'm one of those?' she asked.

'Definitely' I replied.

'What about Rob?' she asked.

'Funny you should say that! I've just rung him and told him to get his hair cut on the way home' I said.

'What did he say to that?'

'I only got his message service, so I don't know yet' I replied.

'Won't he wonder why?'

'I told him all about my little plan, so it won't be a surprise' I said, feeling a little awkward that I couldn't tell her the whole story.

'So the salon's going to become a magnet for every lesbian for miles around, is that it?' she commented.

'There's nothing wrong with lesbians' I said, a little too quickly.

The phone rang to interrupt our exchange. Eve went to answer it, grateful for the chance to break away for a moment. I went upstairs while she talked to whoever it was. Once I heard her end the conversation, I went back down again. I had decided that I would not raise the subject again and Eve didn't appear that eager either. She busied herself with a bit of paperwork for a while until the remaining staff came in and clients started to come in for their appointments.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. I did a couple of 'heads', just going through the motions as I didn't like either of them enough to try to recruit them as specimens for my experimentation.

It was mid-afternoon before Eve and I had a chance to have another chat while we were having a tea-break.

'I spoke to Colin at lunchtime' Eve ventured.

'Oh?'

'I asked him what he thought about me with shorter hair or even as a blonde' she said.

'And?' I asked, becoming annoyed at having to extract the detail from her.

'He said that it was up to me!' she laughed.

'I hope that you thanked him for his interest' I said.

'I made a mental note that I will have a headache for the foreseeable future' she laughed again.

'You see, you should make yourself attractive to lesbians, then you wouldn't have to deal with dis-interested men' I said, with more than a hint of truth.

'Are you going to do it?' she said after a moment.

I nodded.

'When?'

'I haven't decided yet, but I will.

'A number two, all over?' she asked.

'For starters.'

'For starters? You're really going to shave your head?'

'It looked so good on that woman who was in, I thought that I would give it a try, at the right time.'

'And what is the right time?'

'I'll know when' I said cryptically.

She shrugged.

'I'll send the girls home a bit early if you like' I said.

She looked at me.

'So we can give Colin a bit of a surprise' I clarified.

'I'm not sure that there's much future with Colin' she said, suddenly serious.

'Why not?'

'It's like you said, if he was that interested he would have voiced an opinion one way or the other' she replied.

I reached out and touched her forearm.

'I'm sorry, Eve' I said, suddenly feeling guilty.

'Don't worry, I'd rather find out after three months than three years' she said, forcing a smile.

The conversation had come to a natural end and I decided that it would be best just to leave Eve to her own thoughts for the time being. I spent the rest of the afternoon hoping for a likely victim, but eventually went home disappointed. Eve left a little before me, waving briefly as she went out of the door.

My disappointment didn't end there as Rob came home much the same as he went out that morning. He said that he had been too busy to get his hair cut and hadn't really given it too much thought. The only positive thing was that he hadn't rejected the idea out of hand, so at least the door was still open for another try at some stage.

The following day Eve told me that she had had a heart to heart with Colin and decided that the relationship wasn't really going anywhere and that it was time to move on. She appeared pre-occupied for the next day or so as she pondered what had happened and what might have been. It was Friday afternoon when I found myself alone with her in the coffee area.

'How do you fancy coming round to us for a drink and a curry?' I asked, the first meaningful question that I had asked since 'that evening'.

'I don't think I'll be very good company' she said with a wry smile.

'You will be after a bottle of wine!' I said.

She shook her head.

'I could send Rob out and we could moan about men if you like.'

'I want to forget about men for a bit. They're nothing but trouble' she said.

'You could come round and we could not talk about men, how about that?'

'Are you sure?'

'Never more so' I replied.

We made plans for her to come round about 8 o'clock so that we could decide what to do over a glass of wine.

As it turned out, when my doorbell rang that evening, she was carrying a bag full of Chinese food that she had collected from the take-away round the corner.

'That's saved a bit of effort' I said as I took the bag from her.

We ate and chatted about nothing very much and certainly not about Colin. I had suggested to Rob that he should go out and stay out as long as he could, so that Eve and I could have some time together, but not long after we had finished eating I heard the front door open and Rob appeared. He clattered about in the hall for a moment and then came into the lounge to say hello. I made a face at him to make my displeasure known, but he smiled at Eve and promised not to disturb us. Just as he was turning to leave, an idea came into my head.

'Don't you think Rob would look much better if he cut his hair?' I said to Eve.

I saw Eve look at Rob and then hesitate as she pondered the most appropriate response. Eve had been out with us on many occasions with various boyfriends in tow, so I was a little surprised at her reluctance to comment. It was time to help her out.

'Will you let Eve do it for you?' I asked, well-aware that I was boxing Rob into a corner.

'I thought the two of you wanted to spend the evening chatting' he replied, demonstrating his own skills as a question avoider.

'I'm sure Eve wouldn't mind, would you Eve?'

'If Rob wants to do it, my rates are very reasonable. I would warn you that I've had a couple of glasses of wine though Rob' she said with a smile.

'We could do it in the den if you wanted' I said to Rob with a knowing smile.

'We could' Rob said slowly, instantly understanding the reason for my suggestion.

As a little project a year or so ago, Rob had kitted out our den with a series of hidden cameras and we used it to 'entertain' on certain occasions. We had a growing collection of films of acquaintances that we had brought home and shared quality time with. I had no idea whether this particular evening would develop along those lines, but I really wanted to have a record of Rob's haircut regardless of anything else, given my new interest in more extreme haircuts.

'Go and get ready then' I said to Rob.

'Are you sure you don't mind?' I asked Eve. 'I think he'd be so much sexier without that mop of his' I added.

'This is all part of your crusade is that it?' she asked, reaching forward to pick up her glass.

'I'd perhaps be better to leave the rest of that for now' she said, taking a large swallow before putting the glass down.

'I just need to get my things. I'll be back in a minute' I said and got up. I went upstairs as  quickly as I could to get my work bag and then went to the den to check on Rob. He had set up a chair in the middle of the room and was checking the angles of the various cameras. It was a bit sneaky of us, but we only ever watched the films when we were on our own and would certainly never release them to the outside world.

'Is she up for it?' he asked.

'I've no idea' I replied. 'I just want a film of my man being scalped.'

'So this is just a film of me having a haircut?'

'Unless you're very lucky. But remember, I have to work with her every day, she's not somebody you've run into in a bar.' I stroked his chest and ran my hand slowly downwards towards his crotch.

'It might help if you slip your shirt off. You never know' I said, giving him a little squeeze.

I went back to the lounge to see that Eve had been good to her word and had not drunk any more of her wine.

'He's through here' I said and turned on my heel.

I stood aside to let Eve into the den and saw her slight hesitation as she saw Rob sitting down on the chair without a shirt.

'I thought it would be easier' I said innocently, unzipping my work bag. I laid out my clippers and guards on the occasional table.

'He's all yours' I said and went to one of the large sofas to sit down.

'Are you sure about this?' Eve asked Rob.

He nodded.

'Would you like to start with a longer setting so that you can see what you look like?'

'I'm yours to do with as you please' he said gamely.

Eve looked at me.

'You heard the man. Do whatever takes your fancy' I urged.

I watched her as she deliberated over which of the selection of guards she should choose. Her fingers went for one and then settled on another. Her indecisiveness had given me the time to think about what was happening and what could happen.

'Hang on a sec Eve' I said.

She looked at me.

'I want to go first' I said.

I was conscious of both her and Rob fixing their eyes on me. In that moment of silence I started to undo the buttons on my shirt.

'What? I don't want all the bits sticking to the material' I said as I carried on undoing the buttons.

'Come on you, get up' I said to Rob as I slipped my shirt off my shoulders. Eve had still not spoken.

'I hope you don't mind Eve, we do tend to be a bit free and easy here' I said.

'It's your house' she shrugged, still holding the clippers in her hand.

I paused as I tossed my shirt onto an armchair, but then reached for the fastener on my jeans.

'No point doing the shirt and leaving the jeans' I said as if my reasoning were blindingly obvious. Eve looked at me slightly askance. I was pleased that I had put on pretty underwear, although that had not been deliberate. This was not the way the evening was meant to have gone by any means!

'On that basis..' Rob said, pointing at my bra.

'Have a thought for poor Eve' I said. He pointed again and nodded. I reached behind me and undid the clasp.

'Better get started then' I said as I tossed my bra over to where my shirt had landed. Eve tried not to stare at me, but I could see that she was more than a little impressed with my unfettered boobs. I sat down, removing them from her direct line of sight.

'I still don't really know what's going on here' Eve said, sounding a little concerned.

'A little impromptu haircutting' I answered.

'But why?' she asked, making no move to start what I wanted so badly.

I turned around and looked at her. I stood up so that I could talk to her better, forgetting until it was too late that I was standing there in just a pair of panties.

'Remember the pregnant woman and her husband or whatever he was? They had found stuff on the internet, films of women cutting their hair short, really short and they found that it turned them on. It has the same effect on me' I said and paused to let her take in what I had just told her.

'So you've set this up? With me?' she asked, her annoyance starting to show.

'That's not what tonight was about. I really did just want to have a glass of wine and a chat. When Rob came home, that changed things a bit, that's all.'

She seemed a little sceptical about my explanation.

'The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have taken my things off. I'm so sorry' I said, moving towards the chair where my clothes lay awkwardly.

'Can I have something to drink?' she asked quietly.

I looked across at Rob with a silent instruction to fetch wine, but to take his time about it. I picked my shirt up and slipped an arm into the sleeve.

'I don't mean to act like a frightened virgin, it's just not what I ever expected' she said.

'Have a drink and I'll call a taxi to take you home, how about that?' I said, annoyed with myself now, slipping my other arm into the shirt. I drew it round me to cover myself, but left it unbuttoned.

'Give me a minute' she said, putting the clippers down.

Rob came back with a rather large glass of wine and then heeded my hand gesture to leave us alone. Eve took a large pull on the wine and looked at me.

'I didn't mean to spoil things for you' she said.

'You haven't, don't be silly' I said. She took another drink, more moderate this time.

'Now what?' she asked.

'I'll get Rob to call you that taxi...or...' I said, reaching up to brush a tendril of hair from her face.

She said nothing. I reached over to the table and picked the clippers up again. She looked at me. The glass went to her lips again.

'Shall I help you with the zip?' I asked, using the clippers to gesture towards her dress. She looked at me again, starting to un-nerve me. I tried to work out how many glasses of wine she had had. This was probably her fourth. Well within her normal intake. She was nervous rather than drunk.

'Turn round' I said softly. She turned and still holding the clippers in my right hand, I slid the zipper down before easing the dress off her shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor. I reached for the clasp on her bra and undid it, but she reached up and caught the cups before they had a chance to fall. I shrugged my own shirt off my shoulders, so that when I moved around in front of her I was once again topless. I reached up and placed my hand over hers, drawing her hand down and in turn revealing her breasts. Although not as large as mine, they were by no means small and topped off with nipples that were entering into the spirit of things a little more enthusiastically than she appeared to be. I cupped one in my free hand, sensing her involuntary recoil at my touch. I squeezed her gently and then rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

'Don't' she said quietly. I increased the pressure slightly. As she closed her eyes I sneaked a quick kiss on her lips which caused her to open her eyes again.

'Oh God!' she said quietly.

I was torn between cutting her hair and taking her to bed. I ran the backs of my fingers over her belly and let them wander down across the thin material of her panties. I followed her contours downwards. I still cannot believe that the evening had evolved to a point where my middle finger had just been enveloped by my work mates' wet folds and that it seemed like the most natural thing to do. Her eyes closed again just as I saw Rob appear inquisitively in the doorway. He smiled at the sight of his wife entangled with a similarly semi-naked woman. His jeans and underpants came off in the same movement and he advanced towards us, shamelessly erect. I was afraid that he would scare Eve away before I had cut her hair. Before she was aware of his approach I manoeuvred her to the chair and sat her down, slyly relishing her wetness on my fingers. Rob was behind her and was now standing still. I flicked the clippers on.

The clippers were still fitted with whatever guard Eve had intended to use on Rob, which was a two by the looks of it. I toyed with the idea of taking the guard off, but decided that even going to a number two would be enough of a leap for Eve to take. I placed the blades at her forehead and moved them backwards, lifting my eyes momentarily so that I could look at Rob's expression. He winked at me and moved closer, now that there was no danger of his state of readiness causing Eve to flee in horror! Whatever happened now, she was beyond the point of no return. Rob sauntered over and sat on the sofa, in Eve's direct line of sight. Unfortunately I wasn't able to see the expression on her face, but Rob told me later that it was an absolute picture. There wasn't much more that we could throw at the poor woman at that point in time. I tried to concentrate on removing the bulk of Eve's hair as quickly as I could which meant that I had to ignore any interplay between the two of them for now.

As I changed sides, I stood back a little so that I could appreciate Eve from a better distance. The hair on her left was now just stubble, the hair on the other side yet to be touched by the clippers. That respite did not last long as I made a quick pass in front of her ear. Dark hair fell, breaking its fall on her thigh. I moved my angle of attack again and finished the back of her head before going over her whole head once more. It was probably the quickest haircut that I had ever given, but it was one of the most satisfying. Eve had submitted in a way that I never thought I would see, would never have tried to inflict upon her and it had made me horny as hell! I turned the clippers off and tilted her head up towards mine with a touch under her chin. I bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.

'Now me' I said, easing the guard off the clippers.

I was torn between locking Rob's gaze and closing my eyes so that I could enjoy the experience. Eye contact with Rob won the day. Despite the thoughts that I had had in recent times about getting my head shaved, this scenario was never one of the possible outcomes. I never would have pictured a crew-cut Eve doing the deed while I was watched by my husband as he pleasured himself slowly. Eve's touch with the clippers was sublime as they moved quickly over my head. I looked down to see the tresses that she had so carefully coloured for me on so many occasions lying forlornly in my lap. The whole process was sexier than if I had done it in the salon and not just because of the amount of flesh on display. I loved the idea of not being able to see what was being done to me and the knowledge that the next time I looked in the mirror I would look completely different. I resolved not to look at myself until whatever else this evening had to offer had happened. I could feel Eve's fingers trailing along my scalp next to where the clippers had been. If I had needed any stimulation then that would have done the trick, but I was already aroused enough without that. Eve was working on the back of my head now and my head was tilted forward. I could no longer look at Rob, but I was presented with the equally sexy sight of my hair lying on me and around me.

Eve turned the clippers off, which was bitter sweet. I had loved the sensation and the thought of what was happening to me, but equally I wanted to move on to the next stage. I turned to look at Eve and she shrugged as if to say "I can do no more". I smiled a thank-you and then felt foolish. There was no place for such polite gestures at that moment. I crouched down at her feet and looked up at her. I reached up and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down. Eve did not object as she was revealed to me in all her waxed, contoured glory. I planted a light kiss on her smooth mound and traced the line of her cleft downwards to where my fingers had been so recently. I could taste her warmth as she stroked my bald head, pressing my tongue into her.

I turned to Rob and beckoned him with my index finger, handing the clippers to Eve. Rob sat. Eve positioned herself behind him ready to cut and I took the only place that felt right, sliding my knickers off as I knelt down. I leant in to take him in my mouth, his hardness contrasting with the velvety softness of Eve from a few moments ago. He placed his hands on my scalp and started to stroke my head slowly as Eve turned the clippers on. There was no enquiry about what he wanted done, it was all down to what Eve wanted and what she thought was expected of her. As Rob's hair fell, clumps of it hit the back of my head. This really was getting better and better and I just hoped that one of the cameras had picked that up. More of his hair fell on me, but his caressing swept it off quickly. I was being careful not to  be too enthusiastic in what I was doing to him as I wanted to save him for a few minutes. Eve was in 'last customer of the day mode', judging by the speed that I could sense her moving around Rob. I certainly had no objection to that, as all I wanted at that moment was the end result, so that we could relieve a little of the collective energy that was in the room. I eased my head back so that I could look at Rob and released him gently from my mouth as I moved. Eve glanced towards me, smiling as she made the final sweeps across Rob's head. Rob's eyes were closed as I looked at him to assess my new man. I liked the new version much better than the old one, even though I had gone along with the way that he wore his hair ever since I had known him. The clippers moved away from his scalp one final time and Eve switched them off.

Rob opened his eyes to see both Eve and I looking at him from the front and must have thought that he had died and awoken in a better place, where naked women adored their men. I cupped Eve's face in my hands and kissed her.

'Thank you' I said to her before kissing her again. Her mouth yielded to my tongue and I moved my hand down to her arms, trying to manoeuvre her round so that her back was to Rob. Our lips were locked as she moved and only parted as I tried to guide her down to sit on Rob. She realised what I was trying to do and moved her hands so that she was able to use me to take her weight as she lowered herself. She was looking at me as she went, almost as if she was looking for approval, even though it was me who was guiding her. Between the three of us, we changed the nature of our relationship with one final slide downwards. I busied myself with her boobs as she got herself comfortable and as she started to move slowly up and down, I did the only thing that I could think of. I stood up and picked up the clippers again. She let out a small moan as Rob obviously found the sweet spot and after her watching me getting closer and closer, she closed her eyes. She settled back on to Rob, staying as still as she could under the circumstances, to indicate that she was ready to be shaved like the two of us. I drew the clippers across the top of her scalp, excited by the strip of white that appeared. She might have been the one impaled at that moment, but my pleasure at seeing the stripe of flesh appear was no less than her own. I widened the strip, moving the clippers down the curve of her skull. The clippers were efficient, taking all but a tiny trace of her dark hair. Rob encircled her with his arms, toying with her boobs, tweaking her nipples as he would do with me. I moved behind them and she tilted her head forward to allow me to do the back of her head. I worked as quickly as I could.

I really couldn't envisage a sexier scenario. Watching my boyfriend fuck a woman while I shaved her head, it really couldn't get any better! Despite Rob and Eve trying to be as still as possible I had to be careful that a sudden spasm through either of them didn't cause me to do any damage to Eve's scalp with the clipper blades. At the point where Rob urged me to hurry up I knew that it was time just to go with what I had got. It wasn't a perfect finish, but that would come later. Rob was about to come now! I put the clippers down and busied myself with a little exploration of Eve's lovely body as Rob worked himself into a position to do what he had to do. I moved out of the way as he urged Eve forward so that they were both off the chair and Rob was effectively covering her from behind. I sat back and watched Rob sliding in and out of her, wishing that it was me, but knowing that I would get mine if I was patient for a little longer.

We exhausted ourselves over the next hour or so, experimenting, exploring in a way that Rob and I hadn't with anyone else that we had brought home. I didn't know whether the shaving element had introduced an extra dimension into our pastime or whether it was because we both knew that we would see Eve again, unlike the others that we had encountered. One experiment that failed was trying to get all three of us into our shower at the same time. I let Eve and Rob go in first so that she could shave his head properly and get him completely smooth. I sat and watched, fascinated to see the two of them in there as if it was the most natural thing for them to be doing. I could barely contain myself, but after what seemed like an age, it was my turn. Eve had really entered into the spirit of things and insisted on shaving me first. I stood with my back to her as she lathered my head. I fought the urge to turn round, and let her shave me carefully with the razor, my eyes closed. When she had finished I just had to turn round to kiss her again, water cascading over my super-sensitive scalp. We soaped each other, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls before Eve composed herself enough to let me return the compliment. Rob had taken his place on the side of the bath to watch our antics and he said later that not filming that session was a major regret. I reminded him that it may not have been practical due to the amount of steam and moisture that would have played havoc with the cameras. That still didn't placate him, but it was too late.

Eve eventually declined our offer to stay the night and took a taxi home. I'm not sure what the taxi driver would have made of a bald, merry woman getting into his car in the early hours of the morning, but I suspect that he would have had worse fares.

Monday morning was something that I looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. I wasn't sure how Eve and I would react when we saw each other for the first time in the cold light of day and I wasn't sure how our colleagues and clients would react. In the end I needn't have worried about Eve. As I stepped into the salon, there she was, tidying up. She turned to see who it was and smiled as soon as she saw me. She came over and told me quietly that one of our other colleagues was upstairs, so that we couldn't say anything too loudly. Brenda had asked Eve why she had done it and had complimented her on her new look, which was a good sign. I looked towards the stairs to make sure that the coast was clear and reached up to stroke Eve's head. She allowed me to touch her for a moment and then drew her head away.

'Best not, not at work' she said.

'You're right' I said, feeling foolish for such a public display. I started to move away.

'I enjoyed it' she said.

'Me too' I agreed.

'We'll have to do it again sometime' she said, surprising me.

'We're not doing anything next weekend if you fancy coming round' I offered.

'We'll see' she said, reaching up to touch my scalp. We heard Brenda at the top of the stairs and moved apart. I slipped my coat off and went to hang it up, just waiting for Brenda to notice that Eve wasn't alone.

'You too!' she said, her voice full of surprise.

'Eve's very persuasive' I said with a smile, before adding 'you'd better watch out!'

'I don't think so' she said.

'Just what I said and now look at me' I replied, looking at Eve to see her shaking her head almost imperceptibly.

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