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In the more than 5 years that I had been cutting Dave's hair, I had never seen his wife. I was starting to think that he didn't actually have one and was just telling stories.

His latest visit started out just like any other and then the door to the salon opened and a woman came in. I could hear her speak to the receptionist and assumed that it was just someone coming in for an appointment. I went back to concentrating on cutting Dave's hair and then sensed someone walking towards me. From a few yards away she spoke to Dave and it was clear that this was the elusive wife. Not really what I had pictured, but very attractive in a prim, blonde bobbed sort of way. It turned out that she needed his bank card to get some more cash and he had forgotten to give it to her before she came in.

Dave introduced us and we exchanged pleasantries as Dave rummaged in his pocket underneath the gown. His hand appeared, seemingly dis-articulated from the rest of his body, clutching the card between thumb and forefinger.

"I want it back" he said playfully.

"Yes, dear" she said mockingly. And with that she was gone.

After a respectable pause, I commented on how attractive she was. Dave thanked me politely.

"I'm not sure about that bob though" I said, testing the waters.

"She's very attached to it he said" as if I hadn't heard that one before.

"And she always wears it like that.........?" I asked.

"Ever since I've known her, although I've wanted her to do something different for ages."

"Like go shorter you mean?"

Dave didn't need to answer that one. He hadn't even really needed to tell me of his hair fetish as over the years it had become obvious. He had tried to take in as much of the action in the salon as possible each time he came in, straining his eyes almost, trying to catch a glimpse of a haircut going on a couple of stations down. He had often talked about having his own cut really short, but had always baulked at going shorter than a number 3 on the top. That was an achievement for him as I still remember how his face blanched the first time I used the clippers on the back of his head. It was a number 6 guard, just to remove some of the bulk on his first visit, but he had a look of abject terror on his face when I told him what I proposed. Ever since then, we have gradually gone shorter using the clippers, but he seems to have got stuck on a 3&2' as we refer to it between ourselves. On occasions he has talked about films that he has seen which just happened to have actresses in with short hair or on one particular occasion he talked enthusiastically about Demi Moore shaving her head for G.I.Jane.

I carried on working on the back and he carried on in his own little world, concentrating on what I was doing.

"You know, her hair is as important to her as yours is to you. You can't expect her to get it cut any different from the way she usually does if you won't do it yourself" I said.

"I know, but there's not much scope for me to go shorter is there?" he replied.

"You'd be surprised," I said. "Anyway, have you even asked her if she'd cut it for you?"

"Not in so many words" he replied.

"So, is she meant to be a mind reader then? I said a little cheekily."How do you know she won't cut it if you don't ask her?"

He couldn't think of anything to reply to that, so I carried on cutting.

I was just brushing the stray hairs off his neck when the door opened and in came Dave's wife again. She walked past reception and held out the card to Dave.

"I didn't want you to think that I'd be away for too long with your precious card" she said.

I smiled at her.

"Dave was just saying that he was thinking about having his hair cut shorter..." I said. Dave looked at me in the mirror, knowing full well that he had said nothing of the sort.

"'what do you think?" I continued, putting her on the spot a little.

"Well,.........whatever he wants really. I don't mind." she said, batting the problem back.

"HE said that he would only do it you really wanted him to" I lied.

"Isn't that sweet?" she said, a little cloyingly. She reached up and pinched his cheek. I struggled to hold on to my breakfast.

"You'd cut your hair for me?" she said to him, her face a little closer to his now.

He nodded slowly, wondering where this was going.

I was glad that the salon was empty apart from the receptionist who was too far away to really hear what was being said as I was getting carried away a little with the pretence.

"You know, Diane, he said that he has this little fantasy about the two of you having identical haircuts..."

As soon as I said it I knew that I had over-stepped the mark. Dave looked flustered and made an excuse about them having to be somewhere else. He dug in his pocket for some money and bustled out of the salon, holding on to Diane's forearm. In a split second I had lost myself one of my most faithful clients.

Dave normally came in every three or four weeks, so once that amount of time had passed I knew that I had definitely lost him. A couple of months had passed and I was waiting in the salon for what was in the book as a new client. I was drinking a cup of coffee when the receptionist walked in, closely followed by Diane, wearing a gown.

I was a little taken aback at first, but managed to put my cup down without spilling anything. Various thoughts ran through my head, but I decided that this was a friendly visit as at least she had taken the time to book an appointment.

"Hi, Diane" I ventured.

"Hi, Jo" she returned, not giving much away.

"So......take a seat" I offered.

"Has Dave not been to see you?" she asked.

"Not since you were last here" I replied.

"I didn't think so" she said "I think you touched a nerve with him". She didn't say this in an accusing manner or aggressively or anything like that.

"It's strange how you think you know someone and then you realise that you don't at all" she said. This was starting to get a bit deeper than I was comfortable with.

"So, how is he?" I asked.

"He's fine, he was just a little embarrassed for a while, that's all. But we're both fine now. I know who I really married and he knows that I'm a bit more adventurous than he gave me credit for........which brings us around nicely to me" she said. I looked at her in the mirror, stopping fiddling with the collar of her gown for a second.

"It's Dave's birthday today, so I've taken the day off."

I said nothing.

"So, I spent ages trying to think of a creative present to give him, to cheer him up a bit and all the time it was right there" she said.

"And what did you decide on?" I asked, a little obtusely.

"Well, since his little interest is out in the open, I thought that I would show him that I'm okay with it, you know."

Although I was interested to hear what she had to say, I was starting to think that I wouldn't get out of the salon that night.

I looked at her inquistively.

"Time for a bit of a chnage of style" she said.

I was relieved to hear that, relieved that she was here for legitimate purposes and wasn't going to pull a knife on me or anything like that for ruining her marriage.

"So what's it to be then?" I said, running my fingers through the ends of her neatly bobbed hair. As she talked I wondered how a woman of thirtysomething could actually think that a blonde bob, with the ends flicked slightly, was an approriate hairstyle for them.

"According to Dave, what I want is 'whitewalls', I believe".

Now she had really shocked me. My inquisitive gaze just got even more inquisitive.

"'Whitewalls?' I repeated.

"Well, we had this long discussion a few weeks ago and I said that I would have whatever haircut he wanted. He was talking about flattops and whitewalls and all manner of things that sounded like they belonged in a garage or somewhere. We didn't talk about it after that, it was too much excitement for him at once I think" she said, with a pleasant little smile.

"But I thought that you would probably know what he would like best. I'm sure he would have been a bit more open with you than he feels that he can be with me about it."

"Now you're putting me on the spot" I said "what with hairdresser/client priveledge and all that".

"Has he told you what he would really like?" she pressed.

"Not in so many words" I said, knowing full well what he would really like.

"Well, would it break your obligation of confidentiality if you just did what you know he would like and just didn't tell me what it was going to be?" she said, entering into the spirit of the situation.

I thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure that you'd be ready for what he really wants" I said, instantly regretting that I made him sound very weird indeed.

"Let's just say that I'm happy for you to do what you think he wants, the poor old boy deserves a treat and I can always buy a hat" she said.

"If you're sure..........." I said.

"Go on, you know you want to" she said, not knowing quite how near to the truth she was.

I reached for the clippers.

"Is this a first for you, with the clippers, I mean?" I asked.

"I've had a few strays on my neck cleaned up with them, but never more than that" she replied, settling into the seat a little more.

I picked through the guards on the top of the trolley next to me. It would be the decent thing to do to take her down to a number four and then see where she wanted to go from there. Even though a number four wasn't what Dave wanted. And then there was that bob. How could any self-respecting hairdresser let her go out of a salon like that time after time? My hand left the trolley empty.

"Head down" I said.

"Without a second thought, she dipped her chin. I placed my hand on her neck and smoothed the hair out of the way. Natural blonde, not adventurous for artificial colour or happy as a blonde, I wondered. The head of the clippers touched the back of her neck. I moved them upwards, marvelling at the clean path that they cut. Up her neck and around the contours of the back of her head.

"That's a few strays tidied up" I said. She didn't reply, absorbed in what she was doing, wondering whether he was worth the sacrifice no doubt. Path after path widened the expanse of bare flesh at the back of her head.

"You can bring your head up now" I said, moving round to the side. Her eyes were closed. I placed the clippers at her temple, moving them slowly backwards. More of the bob fell. I traced a path over her ear and then went back to the front, placing the clippers at her forehead.

"Don't you want to watch this bit?" I asked.

Her eyes opened. They got wider, but she said nothing at first.

"You're not going to.....?" she said at last, my hand still poised there with the clippers.

"Only if you want me to" I said.

"Happy Birthday, Dave" was her way of telling me to proceed. Well, that's what I took it as anyway, and she didn't scream or anything dramatic like that. She kept her eyes open as I went over and over her scalp, clearing more hair with each pass. By the time I had moved over to the left hand side, she had relaxed a little. Her breathing was more regular and her eyes looked less strained.

"So this is what he wanted, but couldn't tell me?" she said.

"I hope so" I said. She flicked me a look of concern.

"Trust me, it's what he wants more than anything" I said. She relaxed again.

Then it was over. She reached up from beneath the gown to run a hand over her shorn scalp.

"I can shave it with a razor for you if you want" I said, noticing the expression on her face.

"Well, I've come this far" she said.

She was far more talkative while I lathered her scalp and shaved her smooth. It was probably the excitement of what she had just done and the thought of the effect that it would have on Dave.

Then she surprised me again.

"I don't suppose you would consider doing something else would you?" she asked. My mind raced.

"Dave and I are having a romantic dinner tonight, but I thought that you might pop round and give him the other part of his present before the two of us head out" she said.

I had always liked Dave in a professional sort of way, played along with his little games, acted as his confessor, but now that there were thoughts of threesomes and various other activities going through my head I wasn't so sure that I liked him that much. Diane had noticed my sudden concern.

"I thought that you could shave him too - you know it's what he has always wanted to do" she said. Hopefully she didn't interpret my sigh of relief for what it really was.

"I'd love to" I said, wiping the last traces of foam from her scalp. She looked in the mirror, turning her head this way and that, trying to take in her new look. She nodded in appreciation.

"You should try it" she said "that would really blow his mind".

Perhaps going round to their house wasn't quite as safe as I thought it would be.............

I didn't think too much more about it until quite late in the afternoon when Ruth on reception said that there was a call for me. It was Diane.

"Hi Jo" she said "I'm afraid there's been a slight change of plan...."

It turned out that she hadn't been able to keep the surprise a secret and Dave was not happy. I was beginning to think that he was a moody so and so, but that was her problem not mine. Anyway, he didn't want to shave his head and our little soiree was off.

"What did he think of his new wife?" I asked almost as an after-thought.

"Shocked and stunned, I think would be the best way to describe it" she replied. "Like a dog with two........." she started to say, before stopping herself.

"I can imagine", I laughed. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll have fun."

"Just while I'm on, Jo, can I book another appointment just for a touch up or whatever you call it for late next week. I'm not sure if I've got the confidence to do it myself and I certainly don't trust his shaky hand".

This did surprise me a little. "So you're staying smooth then?"

"Well, you know, new experiences and all that" she said.

The appointment was booked and came around quicker than I thought. It seemed like no time that the blonde bobbed, straight-laced looking Diane had been in the chair and now here was the more confident, bristly version. The actual session was uneventful, but ended with an invitation round to her house for a drink the following evening. We were getting on quite well now, so I thought why not?

My initial confidence had waned by the time I got to their front door and I thought about meeting Dave again. It would be the first time since I had betrayed him, but he was all sweetness and light. He was on his best behaviour and was a most genial host.

The evening had gone well and had been convivial, but the conversation had been imperceptibly steered round to Dave's little secret and how he had ended up sharing more and more with Diane once she had been to see me for that first appointment. Diane told me how he had showed her some of his colllection of pictures of women with short hair or no hair at all and then, sensing that I wasn't going to run out of the room in horror, she told me that he had also got videos of women getting their hair cut. Then it came. Would I like to see one? Well, I had spent enough years as a hairdresser to have a fairly good grasp of what the process involved, but I agreed anyway.

Diane had been sitting on the floor at Dave's feet, with her legs curled underneath her, while he and I sat on armchairs. As he leaned forward to get the remote control from the coffee table, Diane caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back. Dave pressed the play button and there we were, in a salon cum studio with the model already in a cape, sitting down. The male stylist checked with her briefly before putting the clippers unceremoniously to her forehead and moving them backwards. It took a matter of seconds. There were several haircuts on the tape, some took longer than others, and we watched them all.

I was intrigued by what I saw, it was all good clean fun between consenting adults, so I couldn't see that there was anything to object to.

"Fancy another...? Dave asked.

I looked across to him and said "Sure, why not?". He got up to change the tape and as he did, I noticed that Diane's dress had ridden up a little and her stocking top was showing. I caught her attention and motioned to her. She smiled and rather than pulling her hem down to cover her modesty, she shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

"I'm a terrible hostess" she said "let me get you another drink". She stood up, her dress finding its way back to where it belonged. When she returned, she sat down on the floor at the side of my chair rather than take her place at her husband's feet again.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked.

"No, not at all" I said, thinking that this whole situation was about to descend into a 70's porn film situation in a matter of minutes. The video was playing, different girl, female stylist this time, same outcome. I looked across at Dave who was in a world of his own, although he was in a place that looked as if it might not be as comfortable as he would wish. Here I was with his bald, stocking-top flashing wife at my feet, glass of wine in my hand. I was in a contrived situation that I could either join in with or make my excuses and leave before it developed further. The only question was why would I leave? I wasn't a prude, I wasn't attached at the moment and I had decent underwear on. It wasn't a situation that I had been in before, but in a way, that was what made it appealing. I lifted my free hand and cupped the back of Diane's head. She turned to look at me.

"It's okay" I said. She smiled. I drained my glass and she got up.

"I don't want any more" I said as she walked away.

When she returned, she had a set of clippers in her hand. She also had no dress on. She was wearing a beautiful basque and still had on the stockings, but no panties. She also appeared to have already used the clippers on her bush as her mound was shaved down to the merest hint of stubble. Dave was no longer watching the action on the television screen. His attention was riveted on the scene unfolding before him. I heard his zip being unfastened.

"Will you let me shave you?" she asked.

I had mentally prepared myself for a little sexual dalliance that would be our little secret, but this caught me unawares. She reached forward and caressed my hair to confirm that we weren't talking about sacrificing my pubes here, it was the crowning glory she was after. What are you supposed to do? Abandon yourself to the moment and face the consequences later? I needed time to think. I reached up and pulled her a little closer to me, placing a kiss on her belly, before moving my lips lower. If anything would buy me time, this would. I felt her breathing quicken, felt her heat. She leaned forward to put the clippers down and she started to tug at my top, drawing it upwards and over my head. I broke contact to let her accomplish this task and reached behind me to unhook my bra. Dave could have been on another planet for all I cared, but he had undressed and come and stood next to me while I was pre-occupied with his wife's lower belly.

"I take it from that that you're pleased to see me" I said, turning my head to take him in my mouth.

My ruse worked. If there's one thing I have learned from the men I have been with over the years, it's that they become very focused once there's a blow-job in the offing. I was pleased that our session together was rather genteel in the end, a million miles away from the sleazy porn movie scenario that it could have been. As I lay there on the rug, hair fanned out around my head, I was actually thinking that I would like to do it all over again. I knew that after his exertions, that it would be a while before Dave could do it again and went to join Diane in the shower.

She washed my hair for me slowly and tenderly before letting me lather up her scalp for her. She even patted me dry with the fluffiest towel that I have ever had the pleasure of, and then led me to the dresser. There was still a hairdryer on the side of the dresser, although she clearly had no need of it anymore. Not for a while anyway. She combed my hair gently, easing out any tangles and then dried it expertly. She popped out of the room, saying that she needed to get a drink and was back in a matter of seconds.

She placed her glass on the dresser and bent down to fiddle with the electric socket, switching one plug for another. I had known why she went downstairs and turned to face her. I leant back against the dresser and spread my legs for her. I liked to keep my bush neat, but had never actually shaved it completely. It would be another new experience in a night of new experiences. She flicked the cord to remove a kink and moved closer to me. Her eyes were fixed on mine. There was no glance to assess what she was about to tackle. She bent forward and kissed me.

"Can I?" she said. I moved slightly to make access easier for her.

"Later.........I want to do your head" she said softly. I sat more upright and kissed her belly again, my lips lingering on her skin, still fragrant from the shower. That was all the acknowledgement she needed. The air was filled with a humming sound, the vibrations permeated my scalp, moving so gently. One hand wielded the clippers with the skill of an expert, the other stroked my face as I flicked my tongue across her belly. She worked like this for as long as she could and then broke away gently. I turned towards the dresser to let her work on the back, seeing myself in the mirror for the first time. My crown was bare, lengths of hair clung defiantly to the sides of my head. My hair hadn't been longer than five or six inches anywhere, but this looked dramatic enough. She carried on her work, I carried on looking in the mirror, amused by a tress draped across my left breast, clinging resolutely to my nipple. She worked meticulously, frightened of missing anything, frightened perhaps of the damage that the clippers were doing. Eventually they fell silent.

She stood closer to me, pressing herself against my back. She bent down, encircling me with her arms, planting a kiss on my bare scalp. We were interrupted by a cough from the doorway.

"Is this private or can anybody join in?" came Dave's voice. I stood up.

"Be my guest" I said, motioning to the vacated seat with an out-stretched palm. All along I had expected to be the one to shave his head, but I sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife do it. I couldn't bear to come between them at this point, it would be a moment that they could savour again and again. I stroked my bare scalp while she worked, impressed at the result that she had achieved. She worked more quickly on Dave, her confidence growing and then it was done. Husband and wife matching. Dave urged her to go back into the shower to shave his head clean for him, but she paused.

"There's something I have to do first" she said, motioning towards me on the edge of the bed. The clippers sprung into life again and I lay back to make it easier for her to do her work..........

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