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I find it quite difficult to comprehend that Jenny and I have been married for over four years now. The time has just flown by while our attention has been focused on our daughter, Molly. She's nearly four and is a little sweet-heart. Most of the time anyway. I never would have believed how much time a little person could take up, but she has managed it and I can only see it getting worse as she gets older. In a nice way, that is.

Every now and then, I think back to the times before she came along. Times when we were carefree and could spend the weekend in bed if we felt like it. We still have regular sex, don't get me wrong. Usually on my birthday, whether I want to or not! The days of Jenny padding about naked are pretty much gone too and she always seems to be in a tee-shirt or something. I don't know why she does it. She still has great boobs, just not the same ones that she had before Molly. They're different, we're different. They took on a life of their own while she was pregnant, became members of the family almost. We both have hair, for one thing. Jenny wears hers in a pony-tail most of the time and I have gone back to the way that I used to wear it. It gave me a chance to catch up with Dawn for a while, but then I changed job, we moved house and Dawn was too far away. It's when I get a chance to sit down for a minute and think, that I realise how everything is running away from us and the state of our relationship can be measured in hair. Before we got married, we became hairless and happy. Now look at us, we look like any normal couple in public and I couldn't tell you the last time that either of us shaved down below. It was a concern.

The state of our relationship preyed on my mind more and more. I don't think that we could be faulted for our devotion to Molly, but "we" had got lost in the mix. I decided that Jenny and I needed some time on our own and that her upcoming birthday would be the ideal time. I arranged for Molly to stay with my sister and her family for a few days and rented a cottage in the country for Jenny and I to be away from the pressures of our daily lives. We could have seclusion if we wanted it and the delights of a big town not too far away when we needed it. It was a town I knew well.

The first day we were there we were still in full "parent mode", thinking that we should be doing the usual things that we would do if Molly was around, wondering if she was okay, that sort of thing. We walked through the nearby woods hand-in-hand, not wishing to admit to each other how nice it actually was just to be a couple again. We walked to the village and had lunch in the only pub and just watched the world go by, what there was of it anyway.

Jenny smiled at me. It made my stomach flutter. It was like the "old times". We looked in what shops there were and meandered back to our cottage, surprising ourselves at just how much time we could spend effectively doing nothing, saying hardly anything. We drank wine, read, had a spot of supper and then Jenny announced that she was going to have a shower before bed. I stayed downstairs watching the news to see what havoc had been wreaked in the world that day. I had one ear on the tv and one on what was going on upstairs. I listened to the flow of the water, thinking about Jenny with the hot water running over her body. Thought about her soaping herself, washing herself. The sound of water stopped and I could hear the creak of floorboards as she moved around. I heard her walk into the bedroom and then the whine of the hairdryer started. I took a sip of wine.

The hairdryer was going strong as I walked up the stairs as quietly as I could. I made it to the doorway and was able to stand and watch Jenny, dryer in one hand, brush in the other. I stood there for a couple of minutes until she shut the dryer off and put it down on the dressing table. She gave her hair another couple of strokes with the brush and then she turned as she heard me approach her.

'Here, let me' I said, holding my hand out for the brush. She smiled and handed it over. I looked at her shoulders above the towel that she had wrapped around her, soft and pink from the hot water. I placed the brush at her crown and stroked it downwards, marvelling at how her hair lay on her shoulders. I brushed it several more times, watching her face in the mirror, watching her close her eyes briefly.

'That's nice' she said softly.

I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. I nibbled her ear, following her as she tilted her head, moving my lips down her neck to the dip in her collar bone. I was getting hard at the thought that we had all night and no interruptions ahead of us. I loosened her towel, letting it crumple around her on the seat, reached round to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples. She turned towards me, reaching out a hand to stroke the front of my jeans.

'I didn't know we'd invited him' she said, running her fingers down the length of my bulge. I thought back to the way we were in those early days, how this situation would have developed then. I kissed her head again and went for my shower. By the time I was back in the bedroom, Jenny was asleep. I looked at her and smiled, wondering how she would like her birthday presents the following day.

I got up early and showered, shaving my pubes for the first time in ages in honour of Jenny's birthday I went downstairs and made breakfast, which I delivered to Jenny in bed. The tray was adorned with cards and little gifts that Molly had made for her. Jenny opened these first and smiled at each one, knowing how much effort Molly had put in to them. My card was saved until last. Jenny looked at me while she tore the envelope open. I don't know what she was expecting, but it seemed that an envelope wasn't it. She slid the card out. It was my turn to smile as I watched her.

'Nine-thirty!' she exclaimed, looking from the card to me.

'I was expecting a "how thoughtful, you shouldn't have", but "nine-thirty" will do, I suppose' I said sarcastically.

'I'm sorry Tim. It's early' she replied.

'But do you like it?' I asked.

'It'll be lovely' she replied after a moment.

I thought that it was just what she needed. A bit of pampering in a spa place, a massage, some time to herself. Fortunately she only ever ate a light breakfast, so it wasn't long before she was jumping in to the shower and getting ready. As we hared down the country lanes in the car, I started to share her thoughts that a later appointment might have been better. I tried not to seem stressed out about it, as the last thing that I wanted to convey to her was any sense of panic.

We made it in time and as she got out of the car I told her that I would pick her up in a couple of hours.

'Oh, I've booked a few things for you. I hope you like them' I said as she shut the door.

I went and parked the car and managed to occupy myself over the next two hours by having a walk down by the river, looking in bookshops and a couple of other places. I made sure that I was outside the spa in plenty of time.

'Hi' I said as I saw Jenny emerge through the door. I looked for any tell-tale signs that she was unhappy with anything. 'Shall we go for a coffee?' I asked.

She smiled at me.

'Well, how was it?' I asked as we walked.

'I thought it was my birthday present, not yours' she said with a rueful smile as we reached the door to the coffee shop over the road.

'Does that mean that if I take you for a birthday lunch, that I don't get to eat?' I asked, returning her smile.

'It's not the most comfortable thing to be doing on your birthday' she said.

Once we had got our coffee, I placed the small jewellery box beside her cup. I had tried hard to hide it from her and hoped that she hadn't found it hidden in my suitcase. She looked at me.

'Go on, open it' I said, squeezing her hand.

I watched her face as she opened the box. She looked unimpressed at what she saw. The second disappointment of the day.

'What do you think?' I asked.

'You bought me some gold hoops last year' she said. I nodded. She looked at me.

'Those were earrings' I said.

She looked at me again.

'They're not earrings' she said slowly. I shook my head.

'You know these aren't clip-ons' she said.

I looked at my watch.

'Better drink up, don't want to be late' I said. There was that look again.

'What for?' she asked.

'The person who's going to fit those for you' I replied.

'You want me to get my nipples pierced? On MY birthday?' she said, starting to look a little annoyed. Perhaps she had a point.

'Those are expensive' I said, squeezing her hand again. She moved her hand away.

'They'll look really sexy on you' I said.

'So you don't like my boobs anymore, is that what you're saying? You said they were perfect.' I had dreaded her throwing that at me. They were perfect in a different way than they were, but it wasn't worth the grief of trying to explain my reasoning. It was her birthday. I didn't want to argue.

'Of course I like them' I said after a moment. 'I'm saying that you'll look really hot with those in. You don't like the idea, I'll take them back. I just thought that you might find it a bit of a turn on to be wearing those when you're out and about' I said.

She took a sip of coffee and looked around the cafe.

'I'm sorry, Tim. I didn't mean to snap at you. It was very thoughtful.'

'I'd better give them a call to say we're not coming' I said.

'I didn't say I wasn't going' she said, a smile breaking out on her face after a moment.

I couldn't remember feeling so relieved since a particularly unfortunate incident at school. I squeezed her hand.

We left the cafe and headed round the corner to the piercing studio. Jenny was understandably nervous and wouldn't let me come in with her. I sat in the foyer as instructed and looked at some of the photographs of their clients. Some of them looked pretty painful and I wondered about whether it had been such a good birthday present after all. Maybe for mine, but not hers.

The door opened and a sheepish looking Jenny came out. I squeezed her hand again, thinking that I must stop squeezing her hand at every opportunity. I paid the man and we left the studio in silence. I thought it best to wait for her to say something.

'Have you any idea how much that fucking hurt?' she said after a while.

'I'm sorry, perhaps it wasn't the best thing to do on your birthday' I replied.

We walked in silence for a bit, heading for the restaurant where I had booked us lunch.

'Any chance of a quick peek?' I asked after a while.

'Unless the sight of surgical gauze does it for you, there's not a lot of point' she replied. Conversation over.

Lunch passed without further incident, except that I felt guilty when I saw Jenny take a couple of pain killers. What a great guy I am, I thought. I wondered about calling off my other planned stop before we went home. We left the restaurant and walked aimlessly for a few minutes while I thought about what was best to do. I brought us to a stop outside a shop that I had visited earlier while Jenny was in the spa. I had booked the appointments over the phone the previous week, but wanted to check the place out before I took Jenny in there. I turned her round so that she could see that we were somewhere by design rather than by accident. 

'You don't have to, but I'd love you to' I said. She looked at me, looked at the shop-front and then raised a hand to her head, stroking her hair.

'It's been a long time, hasn't it?' she said. I nodded.

'We can go home if you'd rather' I said. She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek.

'It probably won't hurt as much as your other presents' she said with a smile.

We walked in and I smiled at the receptionist.

'Jenny and Tim' I announced.

Jenny looked around her, assessing in that way of hers. It was nothing out of the ordinary, the same as a million other salons around the world that are trying to look modern and upmarket for minimum outlay. It was nice, that was as much as could be said about it.

The receptionist ticked us off in the book and told us to wait a moment while she announced our arrival.

'You as well?' Jenny said quietly.

'It is your birthday, after all' I said.

'What are you having?' she asked.

'Anything you want. It's your birthday, not mine.'

'Okay, who's going first?'

'I booked us a double, we're going together hopefully' I replied.

'Okay, so what would you like me to have?'

'Same answer. Your birthday, your choice.'

Any further discussion was interrupted by the arrival of a stylist. I was disappointed, thinking that we were going to go for synchronised haircuts.

'Hi, I'm Jeannie' she said. 'Trish won't be a sec.'

Perhaps all was not lost. I looked at Jeannie. I could dream of Jeannie, I thought. What possible reason could she have for displaying that cleavage in a place like this? Oh yes, for my benefit. I took another helping, to save for later. I looked up at her hair, long and dark. Would be so much better short and dark, but you can't have everything.

Jeannie took Jenny off towards the styling area. I could hear them chatting as they walked. I looked around me. Jackpot! Not quite as brazen as Jeannie, Trish was small, but perfectly formed. Just what a married man loves to look at, particularly one who has experienced the sort of drought that I had been through. Short blonde hair, buzzed shorter on one side. A lovely smile, boobs small, but apparently perfectly formed and I suspect that she was concealing a rather pert bottom. I would check that out as I followed her in to the salon. I started to wonder about whether I was changing my tastes as I grew older. Forsaking obvious, brash cleavage for something smaller and classier. But then I thought of Jenny's freshly pierced nipples and told myself to behave. Not that I ever listened to my own advice!

Trish led me to a chair next to Jenny's. She was already covered in a gown, which was almost my favourite look for her. The basques that she used to wear were still my favourite and I hoped that after this week they could be persuaded to make a re-appearance in our lives. For now, the gown looked great! She looked at me and smiled as Trish swept a gown over me. Snap!

'Okay, so what can I do for you today?' Trish asked. Well, we could start with a blow-job and see where we go from there, I thought.

'Whatever my wife wants' I replied, hoping that I hadn't voiced that previous thought out loud.

'I'm going for a three and a two, is that alright?' she said, looking at me again.

'Beautiful' I said and waited to see what was in store for me.

'Will you go all the way for me?' she asked.

'All the way it is' I said, slightly surprised that she wanted me to do it again after so long. Although after what I had put her through so far on her birthday, I could have no complaints about anything that she wanted.

'Sure?' Trish asked, one hand on my shoulder. It was good that Jenny was sitting beside me to keep my wilder urges from stirring. Not that they had while we had been married, but faced with such a pretty little thing with a pair of clippers, who knows what I might have been tempted to say.

I smiled as a duet of clippers began. What a wonderful sound. Trish tipped my head forward and was off. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Jeannie was just running the comb through Jenny's hair one last time. I thought back to the first time that Jenny and I shaved, a shared experience, but not in the way that this was. I thought about Dawn, wondered how she was, laughed to myself how I used to have improper thoughts about her. I could sense that Jenny's hair was tumbling under the blades now. I thought about her choice of cut and thought that it was probably so as not to scare Molly when she saw us for the first time. There is a world of a difference between a short-haired mommy and a bald mommy. As for daddy, well she had friends with bald daddies, so that wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary for her. I hoped that she was okay with it anyway.

Trish's fingers made my heart skip a beat from time to time. It probably wasn't necessary to touch me quite so often, but I decided against a complaint to management. I wouldn't want her to lose her job after all! 

'Are we shaving it for you, too?' Trish asked, interrupting my flight of fancy.

'Why not' I said, looking forward to her covering me in shaving foam. As if the sight of Jenny with a crew-cut wouldn't be enough excitement for me!

Trish turned the clippers off, leaving Jeannie as the only one making a noise. I sneaked a look at Jenny as Trish left me to find shaving foam and a razor presumably. The Jenny that I had married was coming back to me and the Jenny of recent times was taking a back seat. She looked beautiful again and the thought of unveiling her later on, after her trips to the spa and the piercing studio, caused more than a stirring in my jeans. That was what caused it, it had nothing to do with Trish and her side-buzz and her lovely little tits and her pert arse. Stop it, I told myself. It was Jenny, stubbly Jenny, smooth Jenny, pierced Jenny who was causing me a degree of difficulty in the trouser department at that moment.

Jeannie was still working on Jenny, shaping, sculpting, taking her time. I couldn't have asked for better. Trish was doing her best to distract me, doing everything she could to test the stitching on my jeans. It was holding so far, but a Scottish voice in my head was shouting "they cannae take much more, Captain!!" I was looking in the mirror, shaving foam covering only part of my scalp now. This girl didn't hang about by any means, she appeared determined to get me bald as quickly as possible. I started to wonder whether she and I had a common interest. Short hair, side-buzz, clipper-happy. Maybe. Perhaps this would be a place to come back to for that special occasion. Worth thinking about.

Jeannie's clippers went quiet and I heard the sound of a brush catching the material of Jenny's gown. I struggled to think whether Jeannie had actually said anything at all while she was cutting Jenny's hair. She talked even less that Trish. If only all salons could have this option available, I thought. I wanted to look at Jenny properly, but didn't dare while Trish was wielding that razor so ruthlessly. I could wait, it would make it even more exciting for me. I knew that Jenny was looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing a hand over her suede-like scalp. She appeared in my field of vision, smiling at me like a mad thing. The Jenny that I knew before I knew Molly was back! The hair that did nothing for her was gone, replaced by a striking, superbly-shaped covering of super-short dark-blonde hair. I couldn't have been happier. We'd definitely be back.

Jenny waited, still gowned, for the final razor strokes and for Trish to wipe my scalp with a towel. Jeannie and Trish uncovered both of us together as if they were uncovering some work of art for the first time. In a way, they were, as far as I was concerned and I would do some unveiling of my own when we got back to the cottage.

'Is that what you were thinking of?' Jeannie asked. I couldn't tell her what I had actually been thinking of as that would have meant instant divorce, but as far as Jenny's haircut went, it was better than I had hoped for. I would rather have her bald, but let's take one step at a time. It wasn't just us anymore. Jenny bowed her head to invite me to stroke it. I did, but I wished that I still had the protection of the gown.

'Nice?' she asked.

'Very' I replied.

'Listen to these two!' Jeannie said laughing.

Jenny stood upright, ready to go and thanked Jeannie. Jenny turned to Trish and thanked her for my haircut. Then she surprised me.

'You should do the rest, you'd look great' she said to Trish.

'I might just do that' Trish replied. I needed to get out of there quickly. I let Jenny go first so that I could look at her with her short hair, look at the curve of her head, her neck. It was everything I had hoped for and more. She was beautiful. We paused at the counter to pay and I took one last peek into the depths of Jeannie's cleavage, one last lingering look at as much of Trish as I could without being too obvious. If only I were single again! Perhaps not. She probably wouldn't look twice at me.

'Thanks so much' Jenny said.

'Enjoy!' Trish said with a wicked smile. We left the salon and headed for the car.

'We should have done this ages ago, shouldn't we?' Jenny said as we walked. I squeezed her hand in silent confirmation. Our footsteps echoed around the empty car park as we went up the concrete steps to the upper level. As we approached our car, Jenny slowed down, looking around her. I thought at first she was being security-conscious, but I was wrong.

'Do you remember what you said when we got home the first time we shaved? What you said in the hall?' she asked. How could I forget? She smiled at me, a dirty smile. She was hitching her skirt up.

'Just don't touch my boobs. Not yet' she said, looking around furtively. Her knickers were coming down. She was turning round, bracing herself against the car. My zip got stuck. I'm about to enter amateur-porn heaven and I can't get my trousers off! I fumbled and tugged. It worked at last. Someone didn't need any encouragement to join in, I thought as my own underwear headed for my ankles. My fingers went ahead, checking my route. Looked like I was in for a soaking, I thought as my middle finger found my destination. Jenny was wet, slippery, smooth.

'You dirty bitch' I said playfully as I guided myself in, taking a quick look around me.

'You liked getting your hair cut didn't you?' I panted, thrusting into her, the car moving in response.

'What makes you say that?' she gasped.

'I like you smooth, liked watching you get your hair cut' I said, indulging in some rare talk during sex. I wanted it to last, but knew it wouldn't, for more than one reason. The car rocked harder, Jenny gasped, I came.

A door banged somewhere in the car park. Jenny and I separated, fumbled with clothing, got in the car as quickly as we could. We laughed. It felt good, better than for a long while.

The rest of our holiday was very much like the early days of our relationship, our hair-free relationship that is. We laughed, we lounged, we fucked. It was wonderful and in a way I didn't want it to end, even though I knew that we would have to get back to our daily lives very soon. We both knew though that we had to find a way to make space for some of this, despite everything that went on in the existence of a young family. 

Jenny kept me waiting until the last night before letting me see her birthday present. We had eaten dinner in the local pub and then walked back to the cottage down the narrow lane, glowing from a little too much wine. I collapsed into one of the armchairs when we got in, leaving Jenny to go upstairs to do whatever she had to do. I had closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and only opened them again when I heard Jenny's voice.

'If you're going to sleep, I'm off to bed' she said.

I opened my  eyes. Jenny was standing in the middle of the lounge. Naked. One hand covering her groin, the other arm across her chest. I was awake. She gave me a flash of waxed pussy. Nothing different there. She moved her arm down slightly, revealing a hint of nipple. I was sitting upright now. There they were, at last as she lowered her arm completely. Perfect. Mommy boobs with golden rings. I doubt that the furniture in that room had seen such enthusiastic coupling for a while. Her boobs were still a "no-go zone" but looking was enough for now. It was a very happy birthday indeed.

We both looked forward to seeing Molly as we drove home the next day, even though we were apprehensive about her reaction to our new looks. As it happened, she took it in her stride and even seemed a little blasé about the whole thing! My sister raised her eyebrows a little, but made all the right noises, so that was fine and in no time, we said our good-byes and headed for home.

We got back into our routine, but made sure that we had time for ourselves, time to enjoy each other again. I had to endure the ribbing from work-mates again, different people from last time, but the same sort of jokes. As for Jenny, she reported only positive things from her encounters with people that she met. These tended to be other mothers and people to do with Molly's playschool. She seemed happier, more confident since we'd got back, which made me happy too. 

A couple of evenings later, over dinner, Jenny mentioned that one of the other mothers had seemed particularly taken by her new look, had spent ages quizzing her about it, even though the kids were itching to get home and play. Jenny answered all of her questions and had suggested that it might be best if they had coffee where they could chat without the distraction of kids running around. 

'So, are you going to?' I asked Jenny.

'Meet her for coffee?' Jenny asked.

'No, have a little fun' I suggested.

'How?'

'I don't know. Use your persuasive skills to get her to cut her hair' I suggested.

'Why would I do that?' Jenny asked.

'It would be a laugh' I suggested. Despite the fact that Jenny knew that I got turned on by short hair and no hair, she wasn't aware just how far-reaching my interest was. We had never sat and watched internet stuff together and I didn't want to get into that with her really. This was the first time that I had suggested that we go outside our narrow confines for a little fun.

'So how do you see it working in your grubby little mind?' she asked.

'It's not grubby, well maybe a little bit. You could ask her to come with you when you get yours cut' I ventured.

'Who said I'm having it cut again?' she asked.

'Consider it a special request from a friend of ours' I said, looking down at my groin.

'You're impossible, you know that, don't you' she chided.

I nodded.

'So I'm supposed to take her to the salon with me and get her hair cut off, just like that?'

'Pretty much' I said.

'Can't see it happening' Jenny objected. 

I decided that it would be best to drop the subject and nothing more was said about it, much to my disappointment.

A couple of days later, Jenny asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch on the Saturday. Apparently Molly had been invited to a party and Jenny thought that we could drop her off and then head out. Sounded good to me.

Saturday came and I put on my best jeans and shirt in preparation for lunch. We dropped Molly off and then headed in to town for a spot of shopping before seeing what sort of food we fancied. For some reason, my laid-back approach seemed to irritate Jenny, she wanted to get there yesterday it seemed. I resisted the urge to argue with her as I would have done in the past and tried to hurry along. She took me by the hand at the car-park and almost dragged me up the street. She was a woman with a desperate urge to shop, always a dangerous thing just before your credit card bill is due.

A woman waved at us. Not now, love, I've got the wife with me, I thought. She waved again and Jenny raised her arm to respond in kind. What the...?

Jenny introduced me to Gillian, mother of Rupert or something like that, from the playgroup. 'Hi' I said. Nice tits, I thought. And a cap of short, glossy black hair. Very nice. I had just been asked a question. Damn. I asked for it to be repeated.

'What do you think?' Jenny asked. I looked blank.

'Yes, great, whatever you want' I said, kicking myself for my shallowness!

'You weren't listening, were you?' Jenny asked.

'The traffic' I said, looking around me to see a solitary car on the road.

'Gillian's coming in with me while I get my hair cut, do you want to meet us later or are you coming in? she asked.

'It's easier if I come in, isn't it really' I said, sounding as disinterested as I could. 

'Fine' Jenny replied, sneaking me a little smile when she saw that Gillian was looking across the road.

'So are you joining us for lunch?' I asked, wanting to talk to her, but not about hair. I didn't want to frighten her off if Jenny had some evil plan about to unravel.

'Maybe, I'll see how long this takes' she replied as we walked into the salon.

I didn't know why Jenny had picked this particular salon and understood even less once I saw the layout. There was no line of sight from the waiting area to the styling area, none whatsoever. I was fine about not seeing Jenny get her hair cut for once, but I did want to see Gillian's reaction while it was happening. It was not to be.

The pair of them trailed after a stylist and I got to sit in reception with a few well-thumbed magazines for company. Why did this happen to me? I tried to lighten my mood by wondering whether the receptionist was wearing any knickers or not, but you can only play that game for so long. It got to the point where people walking past the window were more interesting than anything else that I could see. In a hairdressing salon. With my wife inside. And one of her friends. And I was looking out of the window. I tried to recall Jenny's words, tried to work out exactly why Gillian was there. Had she said it was just as a spectator?

I heard Jenny's voice. She was on her way out. I had day-dreamed my way through her whole haircut, not that it would take that long these days. There she was. Wow. She'd gone shorter. A number one if I wasn't mistaken. Perhaps I was going to have bald Jenny back in the not too distant future. Gillian was close behind. The front of my trousers constrained my reaction. Her cap of black hair was just a shadow now.

'What do you think?' Jenny asked, looking at my groin. She knew what I thought.

'Beautiful, both of you' I said, hoping that I didn't have to get up for a while.

'Thank you' Gillian said, brushing a hand over her scalp. I could do that for her, save her the effort, I thought. She turned away to pay the stylist. Jenny frowned at me and then smiled. 'You're incorrigible' she said, offering me her hand. I got up, but hurried to the counter to pay and to hide while I tried a little self-control. I was better at paying than snake-charming, I decided.

In the age-old tradition, I let Jenny and Gillian lead the way out of the salon while my eyes flitted from respective heads to arses. All beautifully shaped, I concluded. I took Jenny's hand as we hit the street and let Gillian lead us to a little place that she knew for lunch. After the amount of pleasure that she had given me in such a small amount of time, it was only fair that I treated her to something to eat. Once we had ordered, Jenny encouraged Gillian to talk about what she had just done.

'Jenny just looked so good with her hair really short, that's all. I thought that I should be brave and go for it, but I wasn't sure if I could. That's why I asked her so many questions, about what it felt like, what you thought about it, Tim' she said.

'And now you've done it?' I asked her.

'I'm glad. I just hope that I don't frighten the children' she replied.

Jenny told her again how resilient Molly had been, how unfazed at the change in our appearance and that had Gillian nodding hopefully. How anyone could doubt that she would be well-received was beyond me. She was a little stunner who made me regret not being able to pick Molly up from playschool because of a silly little thing called work. What if there were more of these adventurous, sexy little creatures hanging around at the gate each day? That would keep my imagination working overtime for a while. I looked at her as much as I dared, but more than was polite, until it was time for us to go. Molly needed to be picked up after all. I accepted the generous offer of a little stroke of Gillian's head before she went off to see what her husband thought of his daring wife. Jenny and I walked back to our car.

'Nice?' Jenny asked.

'You look beautiful' I told her.

'I meant Gillian. My little surprise' she said.

'You know I only have eyes for you, darling' I said, grateful that we were in a public place, so that she would have to be restrained in whatever violence she used against me.

'Tell me what you thought, I'll give you a free pass, just this once' she said, smiling.

'It suited her' I said.

'It suited her' Jenny mimicked.

'She looked hot' I said after a moment.

'And you wanted to fuck her' Jenny said, thankfully smiling.

'Only you, you know that' I said.

'Yeah, right' she replied, still exercising restraint.

We made it back to the car. Jenny looked at me. 'What?' she asked.

'Have you got any more friends like that?' I asked, bracing myself for the slap that was heading my way.

She knew that I was joking. I hoped anyway. After all, what more could I want? A beautiful daughter, a sexy wife with hardly any hair and fabulous pierced boobs. There may be three of us rather than two these days, but everything in my world was perfect again. 

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