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My wife, Janine, had gone out for the evening with friends. I was alone. Beer in hand, I sat down at the computer and moved the mouse to turn off the screen saver. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. There before me was a webpage with a full spread of gay porn. Nothing left to the imagination. I gasped and quickly closed it, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one saw any of that. Lying behind the internet window was a folder open with several videos. The labels were non-descriptive, but I was suspicious. I clicked on one and advanced it. More gay porn. I clicked on another. More. And another. Still more. I clicked the properties option to find out when these were created. They were saved over a long period of time, the most recent one being today. Nobody had regular access to this computer except my wife and me. It could only be her.

But why, I thought. What could she possibly see in this. I had always been relatively vocal about my anti-gay views. She never really said much on the subject. I had just assumed that she was indifferent. I closed the folder and throughout the evening I could not stop thinking about what I had seen. My wife was someone clearly very different than I had thought. My initial reaction had been revulsion and disgust, but the more I thought about it, I could maybe understand a little. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't enjoyed the occasional girl on girl scene I'd seen in mainstream movies. Maybe that's how she sees it, I thought, albeit in a much more extreme way.

I went to bed alone that night and after some tossing and turning finally fell asleep. She had climbed into bed sometime in the middle of the night without my noticing and finally rolled out of bed around 10 o'clock. I'd been up for two hours already. I made her breakfast and coffee and she arose to the smell and smiled at me as she entered the kitchen.

I pulled out her chair for her and she sat and began eating.

"I need to talk to you about something, Honey," I began.

"Sure, babe," she said, through a mouthful.

"Last night I made a rather shocking discovery on the computer."

She turned bright red and instantly lost her appetite. Seems she knew exactly what I was talking about and had just admitted her guilt. I guess she must have left in a hurry and had no intension of me finding what I found.

I gave her a couple minutes to compose herself.

"I'm sorry. Err. How can I explain?" Mostly stammering. Clearly embarrassed.

I waited.

"I know you don't approve," she continued, "but I developed this fascination before I met you and I really haven't been able to get it under control."

"Do you think about this when we're making love?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, ashamed.

"All the time?"

"Most of the time," she said.

I looked away, somewhat hurt.

"I'm sorry," she pleaded. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks.

I got up to leave the room, then stopped. I had a dark secret, too. I hated seeing her like this and I loved her. I moved to where she was sitting and pulled her up out of the chair. I held her and let her cry on my shoulder. When she finally pulled herself together. I sat her down again.

"I suppose I haven't been completely honest either," I said.

She looked up quizzically.

"I have a weird fetish, too," I continued.

Her expression changed to one of genuine interest. "Do tell," she asked.

I took her by the hand and led her to the computer. I logged on to my account at youtube and pulled up my favorites. There were scores of videos of haircutting and headshaving.

"Ever since I was old enough to get an erection I've been turned on by short hair on women," I said. "I especially love when a woman gets her hair cut from long to short or shaved."

I continued to explain and told her about the websites I'd visited and fantasies I'd had.

"I don't get it," she said finally. "But I guess we're even."

"I guess," I replied and we embraced and kissed passionately. We quickly moved to the bedroom where an aggressive lovemaking session followed.

To tell a little about my wife, she's gorgeous. I'm a decent looking guy, but I'd been told by many people that she's way out of my league. She's 5'6", 115 lbs, athletic, has green eyes and chestnut brown hair to the small of her back with a slight wave and blonde highlights. She looks alot like Shania Twain did at her peak. She also has an impecable fashion sense. I had dreamt many times about cutting off that beautiful mane of hers, but never dared suggest it. I knew how much love and effort she put into her hair.

It was two weeks after our little reveal to each other. Things were busy as usual at work, and I had put very little thought into Janine's gay porn fetish. I came home from work on a Friday evening and there was a black Corvette parked in our driveway. We rarely entertained, so I was very curious. I drove into the garage and went inside. I heard voices from the basement, so I set aside my briefcase and followed them. Janine was sitting at the bar sharing a glass of wine with a thin, well dressed man in his late twenties. She looked fabulous as always, dressed a slim, cream colored, off-the-shoulder tunic covered in sequins, shiny black leggings, and black stilettos. She poured me a glass and introduced me to her friend.

"This is Alan. Alan, this is my husband, Chris."

"Pleasure," I said. "What brings you here?"

Janine answered the question.

"Alan and I are good friends at work, and I was feeling down last week and I confided in him. He gave me a really great suggestion. You see Alan is gay and he offered to come here tonight to help us reach a compromise."

"A what?" I blurted.

"Maybe compromise isn't the right word," she said. "More like indulge each other's fantasies. How far you want to take it is entirely up to you. If you say no, I'll drop it and never bring it up again. If you are interested, all you have to do is indulge my fantasy and I'll allow you to indulge yours."

"So your saying," I asked, "that if I fool around with him then I get to cut your hair?"

"Correct," she answered. "But it's gotta be good, or you won't get much in return."

I gulped down the rest of my wine and handed her the glass for a refill, which I also downed.

"Okay," I said. "Let's do it."

She smiled and jumped up from her barstool. She went around to the cupboard and pulled out a hairdressing cape, a brush, a spray bottle, bobby pins, and a pair of haircutting scissors, which she placed on the bar to entice me.

I left to go the bathroom and splashed water in my face to make sure I wasn't dreaming. They were waiting as they were when I returned. I was nervous.

Alan was standing by the bar. I took his hand and pulled him to the center of the room. I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh. I was really going to try this. I was beginning to feel the wine, thankfully. I looked over at Janine. She was smiling coily.

I looked him in the eyes and moved in. I cautiously planted a kiss on his lips and he kissed back. Slow, gentle, not alot different from kissing a woman, I thought. I opened my mouth slowly and allowed him to do the same. He was a good kisser, and that set me at ease. I felt his tongue slow touch my lips and caress them. I did the same to him. I reached my hand up and touched his face. I moved slowly up and ran my fingers through is hair. Ah, I thought, so this is what it feels like to kiss someone with short hair. I started to become aroused and kissed him deeper. His hand moved up behind my neck and shoulders, and completed our embrace. I was actually enjoying this. At last we separated. I looked over at my wife. She was licking her lips, obviously turned on.

"Very well done," she applauded. "You almost seemed to be enjoying that," she added to me.

"That was very nice," she said. "You have earned a haircut. You're allowed to cut up to four inches of my hair."

"I have another idead," I said. "Keep the length. I would like to cut your bangs."

She hesitated. Then, "Deal," she said.

I took the styling gown, shook it out, and draped it around her shoulders as she held up her hair. I grabbed the brush and began to brush her hair all over. I did it as sensuously as possible, slowly to avoid pulling or hurting her. Her hair was so beautiful. Well cared for. Not a hint of frizz. I brushed her hair forward covering her face. I had read about cutting bangs, so I had some idea of what to do. I separated a wedge of hair in the front and pinned the rest back. It was very thick. She would not be able to brush aside these bangs. I took the scissors and, holding the hair in my left hand, severed it at eye-level. I held it aloft in a victory pose and then returned to my work. I took a comb and trimmed the remaining fringe to brow level. I took the spray bottle and brushed bangs over to style them. At last I removed the gown and stepped back to admire my work. She looked incredible.

She got up and looked in the mirror, and smiled. I was thanked with hug and kiss.

"Are you finished?" she asked.

"Not yet," and I walked back over to where Alan was standing.

Seems like my reward is proportional to her enjoyment, I thought. I grabbed him and planted my lips on his much more vigorously than before. We kissed deeply and petted each other heavily. My hands found his muscular back and chest and I was getting more turned on by the second. Not just by the thought of what I could do to my wife's hair, but by the act itself. I was having a really great time. So was he. I found his waist and pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal his chiselled, hairless torso. I had undergone total body hair removal years ago and so had Janine. My hands hovered over every surface and my lips found his neck and shoulders. My hands slipped down the waist of his pants in the back and rounded to loosen his belt. At this point I realized that I had forgotten that Janine was watching from the bar. I was fully engaged. As I took off his belt and reached down the front of his pants and found his penis. It was large and throbbing and, most importantly, completely hairless. I slid his pants down and he kicked them aside. His black bikini underwear were all that stood between me and my prize. They quickly fell to the floor and I dropped to my knees and looked at the slice of manhood that stood before me. I kissed its head and slid it all the way into my mouth. I sucked and sucked, moving back and forth, my hands grasping his rock-hard butt. As I sucked I reached and played with his balls. His hands were all over my head. Harder and harder, he fucked my mouth. His muscles tensed and he came. I swallowed. I stood up. A small amount of semen was dripping down my chin, he licked it off and we kissed again.

"I'd like to return the favor," he whispered.

"Not yet," I whispered back. "I want you inside of me."

He turned around and took a condom from the night table drawer and slipped it on while I tore off my clothes. I faced the couch and spread my legs. I felt the cold wet lubricant as he spread it over my anus. I knew that it would take him a while to come, because he hadn't recovered yet, but I that's what I wanted. I was really getting into this. I felt pressure on my behind. His hands braced my waist. He penetrated that which had never been entered. It was a little painful for the first minute, but then began to feel deliciously intoxicating. Slow at first but then faster and harder. Every minute more delightful than the last. Finally he came again and pulled out, leaving me feeling quite satisfied.

I looked over at Janine. She was panting. Her hand was between her thighs, rubbing.

Sweaty, messy hair, I got up and walked toward her. She kissed me so deeply she almost forgot to breath. She went behind the bar again and took out a pair of electric clippers and a razor and shaving cream.

"I'm all yours," she said. "No limits."

"Thank you," I said and began to pull her clothes off. She was naked within seconds and sat down prepared for whatever I had in store.

I took the clipper, removed the guard and pushed it straight down the middle. Again and again I sheared her until nothing remaind of her once glorious crown. I lathered her with shaving cream and carefully removed every last trace of hair on her head. I took an aftershave lotion and massaged it into her scalp. She moaned. I had found a new erogenous zone. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply caressing her smooth scalp with my hands.

"Turn around," I instructed her.

She did and I grabbed a condom and the lube from the night table. Alan watched, transfixed. I kissed him as I went by. I spread the lube over my wife's anus and entered her slowly. This was virgin territory for her, too. She moaned and panted as I thrust myself back and forth. I felt another pair of hands on my waist. Alan again entered me from behind, the three of us locked in a sandwich of anal sex. It took clever timing, but we manouvered each to climax at the same moment.

After that we all lied down on the floor and fell asleep. We awoke some hours later, dressed and bade alan goodbye. I kissed him again as he left. My bald beauty and I were alone.

"Did you really enjoy that or was it all just for the haircut?" she asked me.

"I would do that again for nothing," I said. "That was fabulous. The haircut was the bonus. I told him to come by anytime."

"I would have done it for you without him, too," she countered. "I love this, and I plan to keep it for a while."

I smiled and became erect again. We went to the bedroom and had normal sex, missionary position, nothing fancy. That was the best night of my life.

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