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About three months later I got a phone call out of the blue from Jenny. It showed how long ago it had been as she asked whether I remembered her. As if I would have forgotten the sight of her semi-shaven head bobbing up and down on her husband's crotch!

'Of course I remember' I said, wondering how she had got hold of our number, but then realised that she would have got it from our mutual acquaintance who hosted the barbeque where we originally met.

We chatted for a couple of minutes before she said that it was actually Suzanne that she wanted to speak to. When told that Suzanne was out, she explained that she wanted Suzanne to do her hair again and thought that it would be nice for both of us to go round for a coffee and a chat. As an afterthought she said that her sister and her husband were staying for a couple of days, on a trip home from France where they now lived.

She said that Adam and the brother-in-law would be out golfing and so it would just be the four of us girls there for a chat. I'm not sure if that was an comfort to me as images of Jenny nibbling on Suzanne's nipples came to mind. I think that she sensed my reluctance.

'I'd love you to come, Janet, honestly. We didn't really have much chance to talk last time. I promise not to take Suzanne away from you this time!' she said.

There, she had said it! She knew that I wasn't happy about how our last meeting went, but that was early in my relationship with Suzanne when I was unsure of myself and unsure of Suzanne. I now knew just how solid we were.

I said that I would have to make sure that Suzanne was free, but that unless she heard from us, we would be there.

Suzanne was fine with the idea, although she went to great lengths to make sure that I was happy with the prospect of going. After all, our last encounter had been rather free and easy and there was no real reason to think that this time would be different.

'But she's there with her sister for God's sake' Suzanne said.

'I still say that we should be prepared' I countered.

The day of the visit, Suzanne and I lazed around in bed in the morning, taking extra time to relax with each other. We showered and dressed, both conceding that it was a pity that we were going out, given the sexy underwear that we had both put on. Be prepared, that's what I always say. Anyway, if the gathering turned out to be innocuous, we would have the thrill of knowing just how each other was dressed and that we could play when we got home!

We arrived at Jenny's house, which was just as impressive as I remembered it. I took a deep breath and followed Suzanne to the door. Suzanne rang the bell, clutching her work bag in the other hand. I hung back, clutching a bunch of flowers that we had picked up on the way. The door opened and there was Jenny, looking resplendent in a loose white summer dress. Her hair had grown and was now in a rather alluring elfin style. She had coloured it a shade of deep mahogany, which was so unlike the frosted blonde that I had last seen.

'Hi, lovely to see you both' she said, kissing us each on both cheeks in welcome. She took the bunch of flowers off me and led us into the house. We trailed after her into the conservatory where a woman was sitting in a wicker sun chair.

'This is Trish, my sister' Jenny said.

The woman looked up at us and smiled. She was not what I had expected at all. She was probably five or six years younger than Jenny, around the thirty mark, slim, with flowing chestnut hair which broke over her shoulders. She had a good figure from what I could see while she was sitting down and all in all, was rather attractive. I wondered whether Suzanne shared my appreciation of our new friend.

'Hi, I'm Trish' she said, looking at my hair and then at Suzanne's, whilst pretending not to. Both of us had decided to stick with a number two for a while, so we were both stubbly, but perhaps not the bald-headed creatures that Jenny may have warned her about. We introduced ourselves and chatted about nothing in particular while Jenny popped into the kitchen to fetch the coffee. We talked about her trip, how often she came over, the weather, that sort of thing. All the time I was conscious of her stealing glances at our hair, which suited me as I was doing the same to her! Before Suzanne and I had shaved Jenny's head, she had what I think of as "corporate wife" hair that comes from having the time to keep going to the salon to get your roots done. Trish on the other hand appeared to have stayed with the natural look, unless she had access to the services of a superb colourist.

It was probably about half an hour before Jenny brought up the real reason for our visit.

'Trish doesn't believe that I shaved my head, no matter how many times Adam and I tell her' Jenny said

'She definitely did' I confirmed.

'And Trish said that if I could get the two of you here today then she could probably be persuaded to do something a bit more interesting than her current "do"' Jenny added.

'Maybe, I said' Trish added quickly.

'So what sort of things were the two of you discussing?' I asked.

'I thought she'd look great with an undercut, like Suzanne did for me. I'll never forget the look on Adam's face when I put my hair up in a ponytail and he saw the undercut' Jenny said.

'We could do that, no problem' Suzanne said, taking a sip of her coffee.

'What do you say, sis? Are you going for it to see whether it will have the same effect on Stu as it did on Adam?' Jenny asked.

'You're sure I could get away with it?' she asked.

'Only one way to find out!' Jenny said helpfully.

So it was that I got to make myself comfortable while Jenny set out a chair in the middle of the conservatory for Trish to sit on. She looked a little self-conscious as she sat down and the movement of her fingers betrayed her nervousness.

'Have you got a towel or something?' Suzanne asked Jenny.

'Slip you top off, love and save me the trouble of going upstairs' Jenny said to a surprised Trish. 

'No' Trish said emphatically.

Jenny shrugged and headed out of the conservatory in search of a towel. 

'I'm not actually sure how I got roped into this' Trish said, wriggling on her seat a little.

'I must admit, Jenny didn't mention cutting your hair when she invited us. She just said that she wanted hers done again' I replied.

'She was telling me what an , er, interesting experience it was when you cut her hair and she said that I just had to try it too' Jenny said.

'Circumstances were a bit different then, weren't they Janet?' Suzanne said.

'Different, that's one way to describe it' Jenny said, coming back into the room with a towel.

Suzanne draped the towel around Trish's shoulders and combed her hair through, the long dark tresses flowing over her shoulders.

'So we're doing an undercut?' Suzanne commented to nobody in particular.

'Yes, I think so' Jenny said quickly, not giving Trish the chance to respond.

'And how do you feel about that?' Suzanne asked Trish.

'Is that what it's going to take to have this "experience"?' Trish asked.

I thought back to Jenny's haircut and thought that there was little to compare that evening with what was happening right now. The whole scenario felt rather flat and generally lacked any charge from that evening. The only slightly interesting factor was the way that Jenny appeared to be dictating what Trish was going to have done with her hair.

Suzanne busied herself with clipping sections of Trish's hair on top of her head, leaving a curtain of hair hanging all the way round. I was impressed with the way that she did this, as I had only previously watched her using clippers on people. She didn't seem at all out of her element working on hair this length.

The clippers made their appearance, out of sight of Trish and it was the sight of her slight flinch as she heard them turned on that my interest in the proceedings started to grow. I would have loved to film what was about to happen, but that brought a whole different element to bear and I had to remember that I was lucky to be invited to this event.

Suzanne indicated to Trish that she should lower her chin and in a fluid movement the clippers ran up behind Trish's ear. Suzanne was certainly in no mood to let Trish off lightly; the clippers went up level with the top of the ear and as the tress realised that it was no longer rooted, it fell to the floor, I could see the expanse of skin that had been uncovered. Now I was really interested, but realised that I didn't have the best vantage point for the whole event. I got up and went over to sit next to Jenny who appeared to have bagged the best seat in the house. My mind went back to my last encounter or non-encounter with Jenny when I had declined to be involved with her in any way and objected jealously to her when she was getting too well acquainted with Suzanne. As Suzanne cleared another trail up the back of Trish's head, I took Jenny's hand in mine and squeezed.

'Thank you for inviting us' I said to her. She returned my squeeze before letting my hand go.

Our attention was fixed on

 Trish and her tumbling locks, or so I thought. At least part of Jenny's attention had targeted my thigh with what she could have excused as an accidental brush as she moved her hand, if I had objected. Suzanne was working on the other side of Trish's head now, the only sound being that of the clippers. Trish was clearly in no mood for a chat as she contemplated just what was happening to her. I captured Jenny's wayward hand and removed it from my thigh, restoring the divide between us. I looked askance at her, paused and then smiled as I slipped my arm around her before resting my head on her shoulder. My right hand went to the top of her thigh, resting in the fold of her dress while I continued to watch the action.

Suzanne had left the hair in front of Trish's ear untouched, or so I thought. I couldn't see what she had done on the far side, but she returned to the side nearest to us and slid the clippers through the lock of hair that was vainly trying to protect Trish's ear. The clippers went up and over, joining the hairless strips front and back. After a couple of minor adjustments, Suzanne turned the clippers off and looked over to her appreciative audience. 

'Let me know if I'm boring you' she said sarcastically at the realisation of Jenny and I cosying up to each other. Suzanne had been well-aware of my unhappiness at what I had perceived as her infidelity, and she was certainly showing me how I  probably should have reacted. She put the clippers down and started the process of releasing the surviving hair from the top of Trish's head. The tresses fell, expertly eased into place by Suzanne, so that Trish now looked like the Trish that we had first met, dark tresses cascading over her shoulders.

Suzanne urged Trish to turn her head this way and that so that we could see, or rather not see, what she had done. As Trish turned to face the seat where Jenny and I sat, she flashed a look of disapproval.

'You don't change do you, the moment my back is turned, you're at it!' she said, smiling.

'Just making ourselves comfortable, that's all' Jenny replied.

Trish got up to look in the mirror to see what had happened. She stared at herself for a few moments and then eased her hair out of the way so that she could see the clippered part.

'Jeez' she said, reaching up to feel the almost hairless part.

'I thought there would be something, you know, but it's..it's gone' she observed astutely.

'Doesn't it feel great though?' Jenny asked.

'Different, that's for sure' she replied, her fingers still exploring.

Jenny untangled herself from me and stood up.

'I want a feel' she said. 

Trish tuned towards her and tilted her head obligingly. Jenny stroked and rubbed her sister's exposed scalp.

'Doesn't that do things for you?' she asked.

'Maybe a little' Trish confessed.

'Would you like me to take some off the length?' Suzanne asked.

Trish reached up and ran her fingers through her hair from above her ear to the ends which were just below her boobs.

'Stu likes it long, so I can, you know, whip him with it' she said a little sheepishly.

'Don't you think he might like something different?' Jenny asked.

'You could always invest in a proper whip if he misses that part!' Suzanne said.

'I like it round my face' Trish said hesitantly.

'I can work with that' Suzanne said.

Trish didn't look entirely convinced, but headed for the chair again. Jenny hugged her.

'You'll be even more beautiful' she told her sister.

Suzanne combed Trish's hair through as Suzanne came back over to sit down again. She fixed her attention on Trish, all distractions banished for the moment. She was no doubt having similar thoughts to myself, wondering what Suzanne had in mind. Suzanne studied Trish from the side, drawing up imaginary battle lines for what was about to happen. She surprised me by reaching for the clippers again rather than scissors. She held them the wrong way up, at least what I considered to be the wrong way up, and moved them towards the back of Trish's head. She seemed to be targetting a point just above Trish's collar line, and held the clippers there for a moment. I looked at the foot or so of hair beneath where the clipper blades were and felt the sort of thrill that I got from watching the better videos that I had found on the internet. It would be a good while before Trish's "whip" was anything other than a brush, I thought.

The clippers started their buzzing sound, signalling their eagerness to get on with the task. Suzanne waited for a moment and then Trish's hair met the clippers again. I felt a hand grip my thigh as Jenny registered the same thing as me: the clippers were no longer at Trish's collar, they were level with the tops of her ears and the best part of eighteen inches of hair had just fallen to the floor. The skin that had been concealed until a moment ago was now proclaiming its existence and shouting more loudly with each movement of the clippers. Suzanne worked her way quickly to one side, as if to demonstrate that the line she was cutting was at a steep angle, which on its present trajectory would finish around the point of Trish's chin. Whatever she had in mind was going to be dramatic to look at and dramatic to wear, but it was too late to undo. 

Trish hadn't reacted to the severing of so much of her hair at the back, but the realisation of how much length she was losing from the front did register.

'Not too short, please' she said, the first comment that she had made during the actual cutting.

'It won't be shorter than this, I promise' said Suzanne, a little disingenuously.

Jenny and I moved off our seat and sat on the floor, not wishing to miss anything going on the "dark side" of Trish's head that was facing away from us in our previous seat. Suzanne was a picture of concentration as she did her best to mirror the line that she had created on the right-hand side of Trish's head. I was trying to focus on the expanse of scalp that was visible at the back of Trish's head and thinking that I really wanted to run my hands through her hair, to feel how much of the earlier undercut was still lurking under the short curtain that remained. 

Jenny, meanwhile, was demonstrating that she was a match for any teenage boy when it came to wandering hands. I didn't fight her, didn't object like I would have the previous time that we met, but I was finding her attention to be a little mis-timed. Just as Suzanne made the matching cut at Trish's chin, I felt my bra-clasp ping. It had been a long time since anyone had put so much effort into a covert attempt to get me undressed that it almost made me feel young again!

'Happy now?' I asked, the comment directed at Jenny.

'I'm not sure, I need to see it, it feels so short' Trish said hurriedly, thinking that the question was directed at her.

I looked at Suzanne and furrowed my brow in a show of irritation at her poor timing.

She smiled and eased her hand under my shirt whilst still watching Suzanne with the final adjustments to Trish's steep hairline. I was taking in the details whilst Jenny was carefully exploring my piercings. And then she withdrew her hand and stood up, just as I was starting to enjoy what she was doing.

While Suzanne was still deciding whether anything else needed to be done, Jenny ran her fingers over the exposed part of Trish's neck,  circling and stroking in a most unsisterly fashion.

'You really need that shaved properly, Trish' she said.

Trish reached her hand up, touching the tip of the hair at her chin before moving her hand backwards. Where she had hoped to find hair there was nothing. Her fingers moved closer to her head and found skin.

'Fuck' she said as her fingers assessed the damage.

'Fuck' she said again, looking round at each of us in turn.

Jenny hugged her in a bid to stop her getting herself worked up.

'It's fabulous, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen' Jenny told her. She wasn't too far wide of the mark.

'But Stu, what will he think?' Trish protested.

'I think he'll approve in the same way that Adam approved of Suzanne's work on me' she said smiling, as the vision of Adam spurting over Jenny's head came back into my mind.

'Do you think so?' Trish asked, eager for reassurance.

'Trust me, he'll love it, but you have to let Suzanne shave it properly for you. When it's smooth, it's just wonderful' Jenny said, assuming the role of "baldie ambassador" for a moment.

Trish moved her head from side to side, her shock subsiding as she realised that she could have some fun with her new haircut.

'Okay' she said.

'Okay what?' Jenny questioned.

'Please will you shave it for me, Suzanne?' Trish said, chastised.

I was still seated on the floor, ready for the finale. Trish was still holding Jenny's hand, looking for comfort at the prospect of what was about to happen to her, but one look from Suzanne told her that she was in the way.

'I'll just be over here, the lady won't hurt you' Jenny said, smiling. 

She turned to me and before sitting down, made herself comfortable. That is "comfortable" as in slipping your dress over your head. She stood for a moment, Trish behind her, oblivious. I had known she was bra-less from running my hand over her back, but here she stood, naked except for a small white thong.

'Adam chose them' she said, thumb and forefinger of each hand touching the rather large ring through both of her nipples. The man certainly liked metalwork! There was nothing subtle about them, not in the way that the rings that Suzanne and I sported could be called subtle, anyway. I hoped that she only intended wearing them for short periods of time, as they would drag her boobs down to her knees if left on for any length of time.

I looked from her boobs to Trish, whose head was now partially smeared with shaving foam, all the way around. Jenny turned to Suzanne to give her a chance to appreciate her new additions.

'Adam liked yours so much, he took me to get mine done' Jenny said, disturbing Suzanne from her work.

'I'll have a proper look in a sec' Suzanne told her, not wanting to be distracted.

Eager for appreciation, she moved into Trish's line of sight.

'What do you think, sis?' she asked.

'"Old slut" is the phrase that springs to mind' Trish said.

'Do you think they're too big?' Jenny asked, cupping her boobs.

'They're fine. At least I'll know where to come when I need some curtain rings' Trish replied in that sisterly-rivalry sort of way.

'I know you'll be down there first thing in the morning, won't you?' Jenny challenged.

'If I am, I'll be sure to ask for something from the "Tasteful" range rather than those' Trish replied.

'Are they too big?' Jenny asked, sounding a little crestfallen.

'Put it this way, if you've got some smaller ones, I would go and change them now. Then you could give the scrap metal man a call and see how much he'll give you for those' Trish added.

Jenny looked at her and then at Suzanne.

'Go as high as you like' Jenny said, nodding towards the razor before turning on her heel and leaving the room. I had to smile.

The advantage of being the sole spectator for a while was that I could take in all of the detail of Trish's haircut. It was certainly steep and there was definitely a lot of skin on display where most people would expect to see hair, but it suited her, it really did.

'Your sister's right, Trish. You look stunning' I said to her.

By the time Jenny had returned, Suzanne had finished and Trish was admiring herself in the mirror. The flat of her hand pressed to the back of her head still betrayed the fact that she wasn't altogether comfortable with her new haircut, but she appeared willing to be convinced. I glanced at Jenny's boobs, now sporting bars rather than rings, but sensible sized ones in place of the over-sized things that she was burdened with earlier. She posed for me.

'Much better' I informed her. She was still wearing just that white thong, although there seemed little point in it to be honest, given that it barely covered anything.

She walked over to Trish and ran her hand up the back of her head.

'That is going to drive Stu wild, honest' Jenny told her. She took each of Trish's hands in hers and smiled at her.

'I'm not sure if I'm under-dressed or you're over-dressed, but one of us needs to make an adjustment' she said. She let go of Trish's hands and reached for the waistband of her jeans, tugging the hem of Trish's shirt clear. Jenny nodded in encouragement at Trish, signalling that she should take the shirt off.

'How about you getting yourself shaved first' Trish said, reluctant to join in her sister's game.

'Okay, but the shirt comes off when the clippers go on' Jenny said. Trish shrugged her shoulders and motioned towards the chair. Jenny didn't need asking, she just sat down and waited for Suzanne to do what she does best. The clippers were at her nape and moments later had travelled up the back of her head, a perfect furrow of scalp on display. Suzanne paused, aware of what the sisters' deal had been. With three pairs of eyes on her, Trish started to undo buttons. As she slipped the shirt off her shoulders, Suzanne widened the furrow at the back of Jenny's head. She paused. We all looked at her.

'The jeans' Suzanne said, before running another strip. That was certainly a novel way to do it, I thought.

Trish undid the zipper on her jeans and stood there in bra and panties, the time spent at the gym evident in her taught belly. It had been a long time since I would have been anywhere near as lean as that, and I certainly never looked as sexy as she did. The clippers moved again, stripping the hair on the side of Jenny's head. Suzanne paused. Trish appeared to be trying to stare her out, but in the end reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She removed her bra with surprising speed and stood there defiantly, looking at Jenny with her partially shaven head. Suzanne slid the clippers around the other side of Jenny's head, leaving her with a crown of dark hair. I had already seen Jenny bald, so I had no regret at directing my attention at Trish's perfectly formed boobs. They weren't big, but their shape was exquisite, elongated, pert, tipped with large nipples. Beautiful!

'Don't make me wait, sis' Jenny urged.

Trish looked at each of us, Jenny in panties, but Suzanne and I fully clothed and hesitated for a moment before stepping out of her own panties. Even if I had been the staunchest hetero-sexual in the world, rather than "batting for the other side", I would have stared at what she had just uncovered. Trish was completely shaven, but in place of her pubes, she had the most beautiful butterfly design, wings spread across her mound. I moved forward for a better look as Suzanne kept her part of the bargain and slid the clippers across Jenny's crown. 

'Stu's Christmas present from last year' she said, looking down at herself. He was a lucky man, I thought. All reservations and objections about being intimate with someone other than Suzanne went out of the window at the sight of that butterfly. I had to have a closer look. I heard the squirt of the shaving foam signalling that Suzanne was going to do a proper job on Jenny, which suited my plan perfectly. 

'Do you mind' I asked Trish, thinking that it was only polite to ask before staring at another woman's crotch.

'Knock yourself out' she replied.

'This is amazing' I said, running a finger tip along the outline of one wing.

'Didn't it hurt?'

'Oh, yes! But it was worth it' Trish replied.

I traced the outline further, thinking back to lessons from childhood about not touching butterflies as it would damage them irreparably! There didn't seem to be any danger of that with this one. I felt Trish flinch as my finger strayed outside the coloured line and I brushed her lips.

'Sorry' I said 'it's just so beautiful.'

'Don't be bashful. Let her play!' Jenny called across. I had become so absorbed in the butterfly that I had forgotten that Jenny had nothing better to do while her head was being shaved than to watch me touch her sister up!

I touched the butterfly again gently and then kissed it, allowing my lips to linger. Trish widened her stance slightly, allowing me to discover that this particular butterfly was quite happy to exist in a wet climate!. I have no idea how long I explored the butterfly and its habitat, but a hand on my back brought me back to reality. I looked up at Trish, only to discover that it wasn't her hand that I felt. I looked round to see that It was Jenny, who was now bald. 

'Come over here' she said. I stood up and looked at the expression on Trish's face before looking to where Jenny was indicating. Jenny took Trish and I by the hand and led us to the long sofa. She told me to undress and then lie down with one leg stretched out on the sofa, but with one foot on the floor, so that I was presented in all my glory for Trish. I lay down, aware of Trish watching me, looking at my pierced nipples. I looked up at her and watched the expression on her face as Jenny urged her to let herself go and to broaden her horizons. She knelt down and touched me hesitantly, uncertainty clouding her face. I closed my eyes, concentrating on what was going on between my legs, but then conscious that hands were on my neck and shoulders trying to get me to adjust my position slightly. I tried my best not to break contact with Trish, but was also eager to accommodate the urgings from the end of the sofa. 

I heard the clippers moments before I felt them on my scalp. I opened my eyes to see Jenny bending over me and sensed that the other figure to my side could only be Suzanne. Had anyone asked me in advance to picture this afternoon, I would never have dreamt of this scenario. Stretched out on a sofa, one sister trying a new delicacy for the first time, while the other sister shaved my head. Who would have thought that up? Suzanne was obviously feeling left out as she was shedding her clothes. I saw a glimpse of the new underwear that she had put on, before it was gone and I was just able to see her from the waist down out of my peripheral vision. I loved the way that despite our interest in shaving, she retained the landing strip that she had had that first time I saw her naked. It was thinner and shorter than before, but it was still there, defiant in the face of so much baldness elsewhere.

Trish was obviously a novice, but she acquitted herself excellently for a first attempt, certainly better than I did. I could have lain there for hours, but was forced to get up at Jenny's prompting as she wanted to shave Suzanne in the same manner that I had been shaved. It was only a token shaving given how short our hair was to start with, but she had to be given full credit for innovation. Suzanne relished the process in the same way that I did, although I was a little concerned that shaving our heads in future was going to be a disappointment after this. The scenario could hardly be bettered from my point of view, watching my lover getting shaved by a  bald, pierced woman, while being licked and nibbled by a woman with a sexy, partially shaven haircut and a truly stunning pair of boobs.

Suzanne moaned gently; the front door slammed shut.

What a "Hi honey, I'm home" moment this was about to be, I thought. I looked around to see Adam and another guy, that had to be Stu, looking in from the hallway.

'Hello, boys! You remember Suzanne and Janet, don't you dear' Jenny said, apparently without missing a beat. Trish was less brazen and leaned back from what she had been doing. Her lips betrayed her guilt.

'I've been out playing golf with him, while you've been doing this!' Adam said, apparently angry, but then turning to smile at Stu.

'Sorry, mate, but you're just not in the same league' Adam added to Stu. 

The four of us were now sitting down, the bubble burst. 

'Suzanne came round to cut our hair' Jenny said, the two men now venturing in to the room.

I wasn't quite sure whether this intrusion had been planned or not, but it did look like Stu's surprise was genuine.

'Come and sit down Stu' Jenny said. 'You're about due a haircut, by the look of you' Jenny said.

Stu had noticed Trish's shorter hair and was staring at her, apparently ignoring Jenny.

'Do you like it?' Trish asked, standing up to go over to him.

'Adam immediately noticed Stu's Christmas present and was captivated by that. At least that confirmed for me that this was the first time that there had been any intimate relations between the couples. Trish was something to behold. In her present state, you didn't know whether to look at the expanse of skin at the back of her head or just to admire her body. Stu was indeed a lucky man and I felt grateful to have enjoyed a short time with her. Trish suggested to Stu that he should feel the back of her head, but then she dropped to her knees, hands reaching for his zip. Adam came over towards the sofa, ignoring what had just got underway across the room.

'Nice to see you again, all of you' he said, smiling. He tugged his golf shirt over his head.

'Well, I'm feeling a bit left out here' he said. He reached towards Jenny, not sure whether he could or should make an approach to Suzanne or I.

'Oh no!' Suzanne told him. 'You need to get in the chair first' she told him. He looked across to the chair which was still there, surrounded by piles of Jenny's and Trish's hair. I have rarely seen anyone move quite so quickly when a haircut was in prospect. He sat down and Jenny ran the clippers across his scalp. He readied himself for more, but Jenny moved away, clippers in hand, heading for Trish and Stu. Trish was kneeling at Stu's feet, probably more comfortable with her husband's cock in her mouth than with what she had been eating when he came in. Stu's eyes were closed, his head tilted forward as Trish got into her groove. Jenny distracted Trish slightly when she knelt down beside her and held the clippers up to show what she thought the next step should be. With an uncanny sisterly understanding, Trish stood up and took on the role of barber, whilst her sister assumed the role of provider of oral pleasure.

Stu touched Jenny's bald head tentatively at first, but quickly found his enthusiasm for the new texture, which was just as well, since Trish was wasting no time in bringing him to the same state. What a tableau it was, Stu standing there being shaved by his wife, while clumps of his hair fell onto the freshly-balded head of his sister-in-law, who was doing her best to shake off any strays with ever-more vigorous movements of her head.

I looked at Adam to see his reaction to his wife sucking eagerly on his brother-in-law, but he didn't appear to be having too many qualms about it. Not if his state of arousal was anything to go by. He held out a hand to Suzanne, looking for a little assistance with his growing problem, but her reply was quick:

'No thanks, I'm trying to give them up' she informed him with a smile, before underlining her objection with a quick dart of her hand between my legs. That took both Adam and I by surprise, although I suspect that he was more disappointed by her reaction than I was! I started to get the same feeling of being an outsider as I had the last time that we had been here, although at least I had entered into the spirit of things a bit more this time around. I had watched Suzanne lying back while another woman pleasured her and it  had made me happy. It confirmed that our bond was strong and we could relax around each other. It also marked the discovery of a new haircutting position, although I was still to work out how to ask for such a service in a salon. I would have to think of a name for it! 

Once Stu's head was as clean shaven as it was going to get with the clippers alone, I started to lose interest in what I was watching. What had been hair erotica was now just an everyday display of entwined limbs and glimpses of various excited organs. I could see that any time on the internet if I wanted.

'Shouldn't you be over there?' Suzanne asked Adam. I had almost forgotten that he was there, but he most certainly was, and apparently reluctant to share what he had with anyone else. I walked over to the group and took hold of Trish's arm, once I had worked out which one was hers! I drew her attention to Adam and she got up and went over to him, leaving the next course of action clear for Jenny and Stu. For a second I wondered whether I should have intervened, but then realised that it was inconceivable that they wouldn't have swapped partners if left to their own devices. I looked over my shoulder quickly to see Stu kneeling behind Jenny, in the process of lining up his approach, but then turned my attention to Trish again. She really did have the most lovely body!

Adam held out a hand to Trish, but just as she reached out to take it, I intervened. There was something that I really wanted to see before I went home. I took her hand and half-turned her in a sort of dance move that would only have one result. As she lowered herself onto Adam, her back to him, I took a step back as I wanted to savour the image of a butterfly being pinned in a way that few real collectors would ever dream of. That was the only sort of butterfly collecting that would ever bring me pleasure! She smiled at me as she ground down onto Adam's lap, and whilst I couldn't see his face, I hoped that he would have the world's biggest smile on his face. I wondered how many times he had lusted after his sister-in-law at family gatherings over the years and now here he was, thanks to his hair fetish, impaled to the hilt.

Suzanne retrieved her clippers from where Trish had left them and completed the shaving of Adam's head, quickly and apparently without much interest, which surprised me somewhat. He had managed to hold on to his hair that first time we were here, but now it lay all around him, with a few tufts lodged stubbornly between him and Trish. Once Suzanne had finished, I caressed one of Trish's boobs and leant in to kiss her. 

'Get them done, then you'll be perfect' I said, squeezing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

I took one last look at the butterfly and decided that it was time to go. Suzanne had no objections, although I suspect that if the golfers hadn't returned, she would have wanted to stay longer. I would be lying if I said that I wouldn't have wanted to stay with her.

Suzanne and I dressed quickly and smiled our goodbyes at Trish and Adam. Trish was moving on him almost imperceptibly, stroking his bald head as he ran his hand up the back of her own. I wondered whether she would still have hair by the time she came to go back home in a few days. It was time to say goodbye to Jenny. I quickly realised that it is a challenge to thank your hostess for a lovely time while she has a man firmly lodged in her, but you have to make the best of it! I kissed her bald head and so that he didn't feel left out, I kissed a panting Stu on the top of his bald head for good measure.

'You need to get that smooth' I told him as he looked up and smiled, his cheeks a healthy pink colour.

Suzanne waved her goodbyes and we let ourselves out, both feeling slightly awkward at leaving a swinger's party that was still in full flow. It seemed the right thing to do though and within fifteen minutes we were at home, in the shower, enjoying each other in the way that we had come to know and love. As we were drying off, I looked at Suzanne.

'Would you like me to?' I asked.

'You know you're going to. I was just waiting for you to ask me to do it too' she replied, running the back of her hand over my mound.

'Would you?' I asked.

'Only if you can guarantee that you'll still love me in years to come when my butterfly has saggy wings' she replied.

'I'll get back to you on that' I replied, realising that we were a long way from done for the day!

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