John’s First Story

John’s First Story

This is my first story about my fantasies. One day on my way home from work, I found myself thinking about my gorgeous wife, Jo. She had recently got her shoulder length hair cut short again. I had been trying to persuade her to get it cut a bit shorter, but with little success. I was looking forward to coming home as we had a bit of time to ourselves as the kids were at her mother’s for a couple of days and I had managed to get out of work earlier so I thought I would surprise her.

As I came up to our house I noticed that the bedroom curtains were shut and that the door was locked. I quietly opened the front door and went to the stairs. As I approached I heard loud moans from the bedroom. I crept up the stairs and looked through a crack in the door. When I looked in, I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife was on the bed fucking her brains out with some guy that I didn’t recognise! My wife who is normally so reserved it takes all my time to get her to give me a blow job. I was in such a state of shock that I just quietly walked out of the house and locked the door behind me.

I walked around for about an hour or so just thinking to myself what on earth what I was going to do, I certainly didn’t want to end my marriage, as I loved Jo too much. I rang the house to tell Jo that I was on the way home from work.

As I went in the house everything was perfect as usual and Jo greeted me with a kiss. After she had made me a cup of coffee, she said to me, “Is there something wrong sweetheart, you don’t seem like your normal self.” Jo could always tell when there was something wrong with me.

I blurted out, “I came home earlier and saw you with that guy in the bedroom.”

With this, Jo burst out crying and said, “Oh god, I’m sorry, but it was the delivery man from the catalogue.” She continued, “He’s been coming onto me for weeks now and he is very dishy, and for this once I thought to myself, why not? I swear to god this was the first and only time that I’ve ever done anything like this, please can you forgive me?”

I sat down for a while, Jo was sat there begging and pleading with me to forgive her. I looked at her and said, “Do you promise never to do this again?”

She said, “Of course I do.”

“Will you do anything to make this up to me?”

“Of course I will,” she answered.

“Right then, I want you to get your hair cut shorter and I want to be there when you do.”

Jo gulped. “Are you sure?”

I replied, “You know that I want you to get your hair cut a lot shorter, and if you want to make it up to me then this is what you’ll do.”

Jo said that if that was what it would take then that is what she would do.

Jo made the appointment at the hairdresser’s for the following day. As we went in, Jo was taken through to the salon almost immediately. When she had sat down after having her hair washed I could see her telling the stylist how she wanted her hair doing. With this, she bent Jo’s head forward and started taking each section of hair, bit by bit, and started cutting away. As Jo’s thick curly hair started to fall on the floor, I could feel myself becoming aroused. After the stylist had finished cutting the back of her hair with her scissors, she started on the crown of her hair. Jo had always preferred a lot of height, but this was going to change now. The girl cutting Jo’s hair seemed as though she was in slow motion as she started snipping away at her hair. I was transfixed as I watched her cutting most of the length off her hair, Jo turned around and gave me a sideways smile. I think that she was secretly enjoying the feel of her hair falling away, but would never admit this to me.

The top of Jo’s hair was about an inch and a half short now, and closer to her head as I had always wanted her to get it cut. The stylist began drying her hair off. When it appeared that her hair was dry enough, she got the clippers out and began clipping away the back of her hair with a number 4 guard on the clippers. I watched as the clippers glided up the back of her neck taking her hair shorter still, the small hairs falling onto the cape and her neck causing Jo to squirm. Possibly because of being tickled or was it sexual arousal?

I guess I was going to find out, because the stylist was just dusting the hairs off her neck and taking the cape off Jo. We paid at the desk and left for home. As we were in the car, I asked Jo what she thought. She replied, “I wasn’t sure what I would think, but now that I’ve done it, I think that I quite like it.”

I gave Jo a long lingering kiss, then said, “Come on, I want to get home, I’ve got some lost time to catch up on with you, plus I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you with that new haircut.”

Jo looked and smiled at me, gave me a knowing kiss, then started the car as we headed for home, to maybe have the most exciting sex that we have had for years.

 

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