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Still Smiling

Pete and I had many a happy evening re-living my two headshaves. We discovered various hair related web sites, but Pete steadfastly refused to admit to being any sort of hair-fetishist. He always said that it was me that turned him on rather than anything to do with hair. I was happy with that answer, although I did think that he was just saying that as he thought that was what I wanted to hear.

My hair had grown to a respectable length, probably three inches or so, without me doing much with it, but I thought that I would leave it and see what Pete would do. It took him another week before he ruffled my hair one morning and commented that it had been a while since 'we' had done anything with my hair.

'So, what should 'we' do with my hair?' I asked.

'You know that I'll like whatever you do' he replied.

'Thanks so much for your help' I replied with a sarcastic smile.

We finished breakfast in silence as I mulled over what I could do that would excite him.

'So you'll like whatever I do?' I asked.

He nodded.

'I can tell the hairdresser to do whatever she wants? And you'll come with me?'

He considered this last comment for a couple of seconds and then nodded.

'How about if I can get one late on Friday?' I asked.

'Fine' he said, getting up from the table.

I waited until Pete had gone to work and then rang the salon.

'Hi, I'd like to make an appointment with Cheryl for late Friday afternoon please' I began.

'Ok, let me just have a look...' the receptionist replied.

I waited.

'What's it for?' she asked eventually.

'Sorry, I should have said, it's not for me, it's for my husband' I replied. I almost couldn't believe that I had actually said it. I was so close to chickening out and just booking one for myself, but there it was. I had said it.

'She can do five-thirty - how does that sound?'

'Excellent, thank you'

'And the name is..?

'It's Pete Cardinal'

'Ok, 5:30 on Friday with Cheryl - we'll see him then'.

That was it, the easy part done. All I had to do now was to make it from Wednesday to Friday evening without spilling the beans.

Pete did ask me when he came home about whether I had made an appointment and when he asked what I had decided I just told him to wait and see.

By the time Friday evening came and we were walking from the car to the salon he was like a little kid on his way to the candy store. I was finding it harder and harder not to say anything, but I knew that I could hold out for just a few minutes more.

He held the salon door open for me and let me go in first.  The receptionist smiled at me, recognising me from my previous visits. Then I could see a bemused look on her face as she looked down to the appointment book to cross my name off. As she looked back up, wondering what to say. I beat her to it.

'It's for my husband' I said, turning towards him.

It was Pete's turn to look bemused. He had been looking forward to seeing me get my hair done and now not only was that not going to happen, it was going to be him in the chair.

He looked at me. We had been together long enough for him to know that I would instantly recognise his 'What the hell..' expression. I reached for his hand and squeezed it. 'For me' I whispered in his ear. His expression changed to his little boy lost expression, but before he could expand on that Cheryl was walking into reception.

'Hello stranger' she said ' I didn't know that you were coming in'.

'Sorry, my fault' I replied ' I've confused everybody. I didn't even tell Pete that I had booked him in.' I squeezed his hand again.

'Okay' she said 'that's different! Let's go on through and see what we're going to do.'

She stood behind one of the styling chairs and held open a gown. I was pleased to see that there were no other clients and the only other person in the salon was a junior who was sweeping up at one of the stations.

I could see Pete hesitate, but then he moved forward and held out his arms while she put the gown on him. Pete sat down. Cheryl looked at him in the mirror.

'I don't bite, surely Katie's told you that' she said.

He smiled weakly.

'I've just caught him unawares. He thought that the appointment was for me, so he thought that he would have a different 'me' for the weekend. And now he hasn't, poor lamb.'

'So why the surprise or shouldn't I ask?' Cheryl said.

'You remember what I told you about the effects of my various changes since Australia. I just thought that we could take it a bit further.'

'And what do you think of this Pete?' she asked.

'It depends what you're going to do to me' he said, trying to smile.

'That's up to you, you're the client' Cheryl replied.

'Am I?' he asked, turning towards me.

'You can be if you want, but unless you want to be in the spare room tonight, you'd be better just to go with the flow.' I replied.

'So, it's like that, is it?' Cheryl smiled.

I smiled in return.

'So, talk to me someone' she said.

There was silence for a couple of seconds and then I held a single finger up, where Cheryl could see it, but Pete couldn't. She tilted her head quizically. I nodded.

I had thought long and hard about what I was going to ask her to do. Thought about his possible reaction at cutting his hair so short. His hair wasn't long by any means, but as far as I knew, he had never had it cut with clippers and he relied on a good old fashioned barber with scissors to keep it neat for him. It was conventional, it was unremarkable.

'Okay, Pete, last chance' Cheryl said dramatically.

The clippers were hanging from the workstation shelf. She reached forward and picked them up and then looked for a guard. She saw the one that she was looking for and pressed it into place. She flicked the switch and the clippers hummed. She looked at me for confirmation and nodded slightly as I smiled at her. She started at Pete's temple and with a deft flick of the wrist she removed the first patch of hair. Pete was silent. I moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He continued to stare in the mirror as Cheryl worked away with ruthless efficiency.

She looked across at me briefly.

'I see that you're growing yours out' she commented.

'I've been trying to think what to do.' I replied.

'So how come you haven't decided?'

'I don't know. I was trying to think of something exciting to do and instead of something for me, I came up with something for Pete. That's me all over, always thinking of other people.' I smiled.

She worked away in silence for a couple more minutes and when she was just checking that she hadn't missed any bits I ventured another look at Pete in the mirror. I caught his eye.

'Wait until I get you home' I said with a smile.

'I think I need a hat' was the best that he could manage.

'Nonsense' Cheryl said 'If you don't mind me saying, it suits you. It's an improvement.'

'Really?' he quizzed.

'Really' she confirmed.

That seemed to do the trick. He instantly looked much happier and tilted his head to look at himself from different angles.

'Perhaps you're right' he said with mock seriousness. I slapped him on the shoulder.

'We're leaving it at that are we?' Cheryl asked, looking at me.

'I think that is as much as he can handle for now' I replied, stroking his scalp lightly. 'I think that we need to get him home.'

She brushed the strays off his collar and unfastened the gown, flicking it with consummate ease to keep the hair off him.

'And what about you?' Cheryl pressed again.

'My, you're pushing for more business aren't you' I said with a smile.

'I just thought that you might be in the mood.'

'Oh, that I am' I smiled 'that's why we need to get home. Anyway, shouldn't you be getting back to that man of yours?'

''That man of mine' as you call him, is no more' she replied.

'Oh God, I'm sorry, Cheryl. I have a real knack for putting my foot in it with you, don't I?'

'Don't worry about it. I've got over him. Well, just about anyway.'

'Now I see why you're in no hurry.'

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

'It has its advantages, but seeing you two lovebirds is a bit hard to take, you know. So, go on, go, before I get the morality squad in here' she said, her smile breaking in to a laugh.

Pete and I gathered our things and walked to reception where Cheryl was waiting at the cash register.

I paid her and as I was putting my change in my purse a thought occurred to me.

'Would you like to go for a drink next week Cheryl, just you and I if you like. I think Pete's working late next Thursday, aren't you?' I said, looking at him. I just hoped that he would enter in to the spirit of things, as I had just made the late night working thing up.

'Yeah' he nodded, thankfully.

Cheryl thought for a minute and nodded gently. 'Why not?' she said.

'Great, I'll give you a ring and we'll sort somewhere out' I said, knowing that it would give her a chance to have second thoughts and back out without the embarrassment of doing it face to face.

She held her hand up and gave us both a little wave. 'See you next week' she said.

As you may have guessed, we made it no further than our hallway before things got serious. It was quite a feat of willpower to get that far and it was only the sad fact that I am not as lithe and limber as I once was that stopped us making out in the car by the side of the road. There was no record broken for endurance, but I do think that it will go down as one of the most intense sessions that we will ever have. It was also notable as the first time that I had been taken from behind, still fully clothed, on our stairs. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. I must remember, though, to erect one of those little plaques to mark the historic moment!

Over the coming days, Pete got used to his hair being so short and got over the remarks of his work colleagues. Even though nothing was said between us, I think that we both knew that it would be a long time before his hair would ever be more than a fraction of an inch long and that it was likely to be shorter than that in the not too distant future.

I phoned Cheryl a couple of days later and arranged to meet her in a local pub that was good for a quiet drink. I wasn't actually sure why I had suggested it, but I think that it was out of sympathy that she was on her own after a long-term relationship.

On the Thursday evening I pulled in to the pub car park and made my way inside. As I went through the door I looked to either side to see if I could see her. I hated being the first to arrive anywhere, especially a pub. Perhaps I flattered myself, but being a lone woman in a pub is not my idea of fun.

I didn't spot her, but then someone waved at me. The same sort of wave that Cheryl gave us as we left the salon.

'Cheryl! My God' I exclaimed as I walked towards her.

'I ordered us wine' I hope that's ok' she said.

There was silence for a second.

'You can close your mouth now' she said.

'It's fantastic' I said.

Cheryl's hair, that had been chestnut and to her shoulders, was now a striking platinum chin length bob.

'Different isn't it?' she remarked.

I took a sip of the wine.

'Well, go on, tell me all about it' I urged.

'There's not much to tell. It's part of the 'being single again' thing. I just thought that I can do what the hell I like for the first time in a long time and I just asked one of the girls to do whatever she liked. She was really sweet. Terrified of upsetting the boss and scared of doing anything, but I told her just to go wild and not to think of me as her boss. This is the result.'

'And what do you think about it?'

'It isn't really me, but it has made me feel different about myself. It's opened a door.'

'And what's behind the door, or shouldn't I ask?'

'You probably shouldn't ask!' she said and smiled.

We chatted like old friends for well over an hour. We talked so much that we still had over half of the bottle of wine left. We had talked about holidays, men, clients in our respective jobs, films, all manner of things and then got back on to the subject of hair again. More particularly, Pete's visit to the salon.

'That was just one big turn on for you, wasn't it?' Cheryl asked.

I smiled in acknowledgement. 'Didn't make it past the bottom of the stairs when we got home' I said, raising my eyebrows.

'I bet you would have done it in the salon, if you could, wouldn't you?'

'Is that an offer?' I asked.

'Just a mental image' she replied.

'Have you ever done it in the salon?' I asked, amazing myself that we were at a point where we were asking each other such personal questions.

She paused. 'Only the once' she said eventually.

'And..'

'Nothing. We just didn't do it there again, that's all.'

'We'll have to book a late appointment and then give you the money to go and watch a movie or something' I said flippantly.

'Why would I go and watch a movie and leave you two at it in my shop?'

'Now the truth comes out, here we have a voyeur!' I said.

'There's one in us all, but who says that I would only watch.'

'It gets better and better' I said. 'God knows what they put in that wine, because the Cheryl that I thought I knew wouldn't even cut her hair and now here she is, all peroxide and ready for action.'

Cheryl suddenly drained her glass and put it down on the table a little heavier than she needed to. I looked at her.

'How much do you think your husband would like to see you get your head shaved?'

I paused for a moment.

'I think he'd rather see you get your head shaved' I replied.

It was her turn to be quiet. That gave me time to muse about what I had just said. Out loud. Something that had crossed my mind several times, but that I never thought that I would actually say to her.

'How do you feel about sharing?' she asked, thankfully breaking the silence.

'Sharing?' I asked, before realising that I wasn't quite on the ball.

She tilted her head and then leant forward.

'How about it? I shave, you share.'

'That's one for the home movie collection' I laughed.

She picked up her bag and stood up.

'I need to go' she said.

'I thought you were young, free and single' I replied.

'Don't forget horny' she smiled 'especially now.'

I motioned for her to sit down again.

'Let's think about this. You want to screw my husband, is that what you're saying?'

'I'm saying that I am giving the two of you the chance to take your little game to the next level. Look how far you've come since you were at that salon in Australia. Bald pussy to bald head to bald husband. Now you've got the chance of a bald hairdresser.'

'We'd have to talk about it' I said.

'He could meet us at the salon' she suggested.

'He's working tonight' I said, remembering my lie.

'It's fine Katie. It was an idea. I need to go, I've got to pick up some fresh batteries on the way home' she said with a leer.

What had been such an enjoyable evening was unravelling fast.

'How about we go back to mine for coffee?' I said, not wanting her to storm out.

'It's probably not a good idea. I was getting a bit carried away. Let's just forget it shall we.'

'I want to see you shaved' I said bluntly.

'And what about you?'

'I've done that, I don't have to do it again.'

'But?'

'I haven't watched my husband with another woman.'

'And you want to?'

'I don't know' I replied meekly.

She touched my arm.

'Let's go and have coffee' she said.

When we got back to my house Pete was watching the football on the tv.

'Hiya' he called out, thinking that it was just me.

'I've brought someone to see you' I called back.

He appeared in the doorway and greeted Cheryl warmly, acknowledging her changed appearance in that silent, male sort of way.

'Had a good time?' he asked.

'Yeah, great. So work didn't keep you as long as you thought?' I replied.

'No, we managed to get through everything without getting caught up too much.'

'Cheryl's offered to cut my hair. Sort of house call.' I said, as casually as I could. He nodded in a disinterested fashion. It was almost as if he hadn't really heard what I said.

'Football any good' Cheryl asked him.

'No not really' he replied.

'Shame' Cheryl said.

'Come on, let's get a drink' I suggested and turned towards the kitchen.

I opened the fridge door and leaned forward to see what we had got, hoping that there was at least some wine left. Then I felt hands on my hips, moving gently around to my buttocks. I stood up without having picked up the bottle that was lying on the top shelf. Cheryl's right hand slid round to my stomach and traced the contour of my pubic mound. I felt her breath on my neck as she nuzzled me. I turned to look at her, surprised and intrigued. I met her lips as she bent her face towards mine and we kissed, slowly, deeply. She pressed herself harder against me for a moment and then leant back.

'Pete' she called out 'could you give us a hand in the kitchen?'

I tried to move away from her before Pete came in, but we were still in a loose embrace as he came around the corner. He stopped, not knowing for a split second how to react.

'Katie and I were just wondering if the football had got any better' Cheryl asked with a knowing smile.

'It's finished' he replied, matter of factly.

'Well, you might be able to help me out of a er...sticky situation. You see, Katie here wants me to cut her hair. The problem is that I don't want to do it because I'm too horny.  So, what do you think the answer is?' she said as she reached up to move a stray wisp of my hair out of the way. I watched Pete's eyes move to follow Cheryl's hand as it brushed my shoulder and moved down to my breast. She extended her fingers to draw circles around my nipple. I closed my eyes.

Pete was silent. He looked at me.

'Just think of it as all your Christmases come together' I told him.

'You mean..?'

I nodded slowly in response and then let out a sharp intake of breath as Cheryl moved her hand up the inside of my thigh and brushed a finger against my pussy lips. I was already wet.

I reached down and took a light hold of her forearm, initially pressing her hand to me more firmly, but then I eased her arm away.

'How about we sit you down and do what we have to before we get too carried away' I said to her.

She frowned at me, but stood up anyway. I cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, looking past her shoulder to stare into Pete's eyes as my tongue worked. I tightened my grip on the hair at the back of her head and tugged her head backwards. I was surprising myself at how easy this all felt, how natural to be standing here in my kitchen kissing another woman while my husband watched. Of course I had seen occasional porn films, but had never expected to be experiencing one myself!

'Let's get rid of this, shall we?' I said.

Pete still looked shell-shocked at what was happening in front of his eyes, but he managed to compose himself long enough to pull a dining chair into the middle of the floor. Cheryl looked at Pete and then looked at me before turning her back towards me.

'Be a love, would you' she said as she pointed towards the zip at the back of her dress. I gripped the little tag between my forefinger and thumb and drew it downwards with a satisfying rasp. I smiled at Pete once again, pleased to see that his jeans indicated that he was entering into the spirit of things.

I eased Cheryl's dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was still wearing a pretty bra and panties set, which I allowed Pete to enjoy fleetingly before I undid the clasp on the bra. Cheryl let it slip down her arms and as she freed herself from it completely, I drew her panties swiftly down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, I moved around in front of her and planted a light kiss on her mound. As I expected she was expertly waxed and superbly smooth.

I stood up and signalled to Cheryl that she should sit down on the chair. She sat down, confident in her nudity. I could not resist the urge to feel the hardness of her nipples as she sat there. She reached out and lifted the hem of my dress to indicate that it was now my turn to be on show to the world. Unfortunately I had not had the foresight to wear expensive underwear just for a trip to the pub with another woman - how foolish of me! Cheryl took no notice until I shed them, when she traced the line of my cleft with an inquisitive forefinger. She allowed it to rest against my lips, moving it ever so slightly as I closed my eyes.

By the time I had opened them again, Pete too had shed his clothes. He had his back to me at first, but when he turned, he was wielding both our kitchen scissors and an impressive erection.

'All for me?' Cheryl asked.

'I thought that we could start with the scissors and then see what we have left' he said.

'Just make sure that there is something left!' she chided with a smile.

'Are you sure about this?' he asked her.

'Who said that you're getting to do it?' she asked.

'Who do you want to do it?'

'I don't care - I just want to get to dessert as quickly as I can' she replied.

He held the scissors out to me. I took them and without ceremony placed them underneath Cheryl's platinum bangs. With a decisive snip, half of the width of her bangs fell to her naked thighs, leaving behind a short tufty row as evidence. I moved the scissors at her cheek and cut in an upward angle, squealing as the hair fell. I looked at Pete, very aware that the poor man was standing there naked and pent-up, while watching his naked wife hack off the hair of her equally naked hairdresser. There is only so much that you can expect a man to take. I handed him the scissors to take his mind off the scene in front of him. He followed my lead and began to cut, moving quickly to the back of Cheryl's head. I knelt down in front of her and took her left nipple in my mouth, running my tongue around it, delighting in its hardness. I sneaked a peek at Cheryl's face and saw that her eyes were closed. I nipped her with my teeth causing her to moan slightly.

'There's clippers in my bag, Pete' she said.

I sensed him move away, although I was too preoccupied with my new comforter to take too much notice. The buzzing sound announced to the room that he had found them. I changed nipple, moving my hand up to caress the one that I had just been nibbling and then I felt something that I had not been expecting at all. Pete placed the clippers at my temple and ran them up the side of my head. I was impresssed with his initiative and the way that he had seized his chance. It was something that I would have to discuss with him at some other time and something that I would never let him forget. It was clear that all he needed to become more assertive and to go for what he wanted was a couple of naked women who were happy for him to do whatever he pleased, including shaving their heads.

His mark made on me, he moved his attention back to Cheryl and the changing sound of the clippers told me that he was making swift progress with his task. That meant only one thing. I knelt back in front of Cheryl again and placing my hands behind her calves, urged her to slide forward on the chair, despite Pete's protestations that his model was moving her head too much. The prospect of what the movement meant was more important to Cheryl who gladly complied with my wishes. I looked up at her again. Her eyes were open.

'Are you waiting for a written invitation?' she asked.

I smiled, amazed at what I was about to do. Thinking about how unlike me it was. Wondering about what Pete would think of me. I brushed away the hair that had fallen to her lap and moved my head forward, angling my chin to meet its objective. I put out my tongue and there I was. 'Drinking from the fairy cup' was a phrase that came to mind. How quaint, I thought. 'Fairy cup?' Cheryl's mound was prominent, smooth, curved, beautiful. Moments after my first taste the clippers fell silent and I made my disappointment known. It turned out to be not as intense as Cheryl's!

I looked up at her and was quite impressed with the job that Pete had done on her. The clippers had removed all traces of the platinum bob and although the finish would certainly be improved by a razor shave, it was certainly good enough for now. She stood up and embraced Pete, kissing him vigourously. I felt a twinge of something which must have been jealousy as she moved her hand around and cupped him. Her hand was moving slowly up and down his shaft and I struggled to remind myself that Cheryl was here with my blessing and as a result of my curiosity. She pressed down on his shoulder with her free hand, urging him to sit down on the seat that she had just vacated. He moved his head forward and kissed her nipple, tracing its contours with his tongue, just as he does to me.

Cheryl picked up the clippers and just as I thought that she was going to cut Pete's hair, she reached out to me and motioned to me to sit down. On Pete. I faced him and carefully straddled him, almost embarrassed at the ease with which he slid inside me. In front of someone else, for the first time. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. Cheryl bent down and kissed me and switched the clippers on as she stood back up. I tried to keep as still as I could while she worked, moving my hips gently, not knowing whether to concentrate on the sensation of having my head shaved or the sensation of my husband inside me.

'Here's a service I'll have to offer in the salon' Cheryl said.

'Well, it is what you would call 'his and hers'' Pete jested.

The sensation of my hair falling on to my naked shoulders while being tenderly fucked was exquisite. I gripped Pete tighter just as Cheryl rubbed her palm over my scalp. I knew what was coming next, if you'll pardon the pun. Cheryl moved towards Pete and deftly ploughed a track over his scalp. There was no safety of a guard for him this time. That was it, bare blade over his scalp and he didn't make a sound. Not until I did my special little trick that he likes so much, anyway!

I would not have believed that someone's head could be shaved quite so quickly, but Cheryl was clearly trying to get that part of the evening out of the way as quickly as possible and to move on. I couldn't blame her thinking for a moment. I hadn't expected Pete to make it past the sight of me being shorn, but his staying power was perhaps greater than I gave him credit for. The clippers fell silent and whilst Pete's head was not quite as expertly shaven as one would expect from a professional, allowances had to be made for the situation.

I eased myself up from Pete's lap slowly, kissing him as I stood. Cheryl put down the clippers on the worktop and embraced me. We kissed and fondled, stroked and probed, all the time aware of our audience. I broke our embrace and placed my hands on Cheryl's shoulders, urging her to turn around. She faced the worktop and I placed my hands on her hips, indicating that I wanted her to move back slightly. It took little more indication from me that what I wanted was for her to lean forward and to grip the worktop. I looked at Pete and raised an eyebrow at him, motioning with my hand that this was all for him. I ran a hand up the back of Cheryl's thigh, moving it inwards as I progressed upwards. I realised then that true love is opening another woman's pussy ready for your husband to enter her! Cheryl's head rested on her forearms and she eased her legs slightly further apart as she sensed Pete approach. I kissed him on the cheek and took him in my hand, guiding him into her. I reached under her torso and cupped her breasts as she shuddered with Pete's thrusts, moving in time with them. With a final thrust, it was over. Pete grunting, Cheryl gasping and me hugging each of them in turn.

I would prefer to keep the rest of that night just between the three of us as it has become something special to me. I would like to think that it was special for Pete and Cheryl too. The one thing that I can share with you is that Cheryl finished off the hairdressing work before she left us the next day. She left us smooth and more than a little exhausted, but most of all she left as a friend. We haven't repeated the sexual element of that evening, but Cheryl is still hairdresser to both of us. The remarkable thing is that Pete is now a confirmed shaven headed man. He wouldn't have it any other way and neither would I.

When I say that we haven't repeated the sexual element of the evening, I should perhaps say that I am about to ring Cheryl to invite her over for dinner at the weekend. With her new boyfriend. Well, she did ask me to share, so why shouldn't she?

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