My Wife’s Adventure

Jayme always had long, straight, red hair.  For years, she wore it just long enough that she had to pull it to the side or else risk sitting on it.

Rob always got his hair cut at the same place, every four weeks, after work.  He’d swing by the house, pick up Jayme, and they’d head over to the Great Clips by their house.

Jayme usually sat in the chair next to Rob while he got his hair cut, since it was often empty.  It was always the same.  Number two on the sides and back, top about an inch long.

Jayme always went to a salon during the week to get her own hair cut, usually once every 6 months just for a trim and to maintain its length.  One day, on a whim, she made a bold move.  She asked her stylist to cut her hair in to a short bob.  Starting at the front, the stylist followed the line of her chin, creating an angled bob.  To keep up with the shorter hair, Jayme made an appointment for a month later.

Jayme’s stomach wascin a bit of a knot when she got home.  She loved the change, but her husband had nevercseen her with hair shorter tham mid-back.  Rob immediately took notice, complimenting the change.  Jayme was a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm.  She thought he was all about her long hair, and was worried, but she did want to experiment further.

At the next appointment, the stylist asked if she just wanted to do a maintenance cut.  Jayme shook her head.  She’d seen pictures of a haircut, like a short bob in front, but the back, behind the ears, was cut to an inch or two long and spiked up.  The stylist started, cutting a lip length bob in the front, then she sectioned everything behind her ears and cut it off at about an inch to an inch and a half long.  She finished the style by combing the front smooth like a bob, and using some pomade to tousle and spike the hair in the back, then put Jayme on the schedule for four weeks later.

Rob was shocked and excited by the new cut. A month prior, he could barely have imagined his wife without her long hair.  Now, she was sporting an edgy, short cut, and he found himself very turned on by it.

“Do you like the cut?” Jayme asked, a bit nervous.  “You keep complimenting me, but I feel like you’re just being nice.”

“Honey, let me show you how much I like it.”  Rob replied.  He scooped her off her feet snd carried her to the bedroom.

Jayme kept the cut maintained roughly the same way through that winter, but when summer started coming early, and Rob started getting his hair on top cut shorter, she got an itch to try something a little different.

Jayme found herself back in her stylist’s chair.  She knew what she wanted, though.  She’d seen Rob ask for it on top recently.

“Finger length in the back.”  Jayme said to her stylist.  “And shorter in the front.  More of a side swept bang kind of length.”

After some back and forth on the details, the stylist began cutting.  She cut the front so that combed down, it just barely covered Jayme’s eyebrows.  In the back, she pulled Jayme’s hair tight against her scalp before snipping it off with the scissors running along her slender fingers.  Everything behind her ears was cropped short, barely long enough to spike up.

“Any shorter in the back and I’d tell you the clippers would be a better option.”  The stylist said, before putting her on the schedule for a month later.

Rob showed his appreciation that night.  Jayme had never felt sexier.

Two days later, Rob picked Jayme up on his way to get his hair cut at Great Clips.

“Number two sides and back, finger length on top.” Rob said.  “Same as the back of my wife’s head.”  He shot Jayme a smile and she rolled her eyes.  Then she had an idea, and walked to the front reception desk desk.

A minute later, she was back, with one of the stylists.  She sat in the chair next to Rob.

“Yep, a number two, like the back of my husband’s head.”  She said.

The stylist popped the number two guard on, clipped Jayme’s longer hairs forward, and buzzed everything behind her ears to an even quarter inch.

Rob was shocked, and turned on.  He was glad to have the cape concealing his erection.  The distraction was so strong that the stylist kept the clippers going, buzzing them up and over his head, taking him to a #2 on top.  Rob couldn’t care less.

Jayme was jolted alert, and suddenly aroused, by the buzz of the clippers.  She felt alive.  When the buzzing stopped, she ran a hand up and over the newly shortened pelt on the rear half of her head.  The stylist brought out a mirror so Jayme could look at the back of her haircut.  She gulped.  It was a bit shorter than she realized, going up so high without gradually becoming longer, but she kind of liked it.

Rob showed Jayme his appreciation for the new style that evening, and the next day.  Jayme realized that a quick buzz in the back was easier and cheaper than the scissor cut her stylist did, and cancelled her next appointment.

4 weeks later, back at Great Clips, Rob looked over to see his wife being caped next to him, the same quarter inch guard being popped on.  He decided to change things up a bit, and buzz the top to a #2 like last month’s accident, but with a #1 on the sides and back.

As the casual talk continued between him and his stylist, Rob heard a soft, but firm “yes, I’m sure” from Jayme.  He looked over to see that the back half of her head had been trimmed back to a quarter inch, and the stylist had moved to the side opposite of him.  Besides being turned on by how hot his wife looked with everything behind her ears buzzed short, he didn’t think much of it until the clippers turned back on, but he couldn’t see what was happening.  The stylist came to his side of her head, but her body blocked him from seeing, and the partition kept him from seeing her in the mirror.  Rob started getting hard with anticipation.

When Jayme’s stylist finally stepped away to the front, Rob’s erection nearly exploded.  The sides had been taken down to a quarter inch, and the top was being mowed down with the number two guard as she gazed at him with a grin.  Rob stared, slack jawed and firm cocked, at his wife’s new buzzcut.

That night, on the edge of the bathtub, Jayme lowered her slick, waxed, engorged pussy over Rob’s shaved, hard cock and gasped as he dragged a razor through the shaving cream on her head.

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