It was a Saturday about 4:30 when my wife Jolene came through the front door asking for a cocktail and a cigarette. Jolene normally works until about 4:00 on Saturdays and when she gets home we have our party night for the week. I mixed her a White Russian, her favorite drink, and poured myself a Southern Comfort while she went to put on her slippers. I watched my sexy wife return wearing a button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a tight pair of stretch pants that hugged her every curve and those bright pink slippers, I just had to laugh. We settled in on the back porch to catch up on the day's events. I had done some repair work around the house and had just taken a shower and changed my clothes. My wife told me about a few of her clients and that she had a great day. Taking our glasses Jolene went into the kitchen and returned with two fresh cocktails. It looked like we were about to party because after two or three White Russians my wife loosens up quite a bit. As she sat back and crossed her legs she told me she had one more client for the evening.
I asked he what she meant and she told me one of her regular clients, Glenn, had called and needed to get a color and a cut prior to Monday when he was going out of state on an emergency business trip. She went on to say that he wanted to get in during the day but she could not fit him in and then he was tied up until after 6:00. They had settled on him coming to our home about 6:30 and my wife would take care of his needs then. I asked her if this was the same Glenn that she had talked about before. She smiled that crooked sexy smile and said it was and she was glad he was coming over. My wife had told me about Glenn, a man about my age, who had his hair colored and cut every four weeks. Glenn was a polite guy who enjoyed flirting with my wife and she in turn did her share of flirting back. Jolene had told me about several occasions where she brushed up against him or pressed lightly against his body and could feel his response. I asked if she was so booked that she couldn't have taken him during the day and she laughed and said she had plenty of openings, she wanted to have Glenn over tonight.
My cock began to stir as I asked my wife why she wanted to have her client, Glenn, come to our home for his hair service. She replied that she thought it was about time to reward him for his loyalty with a special haircut reserved for those very few. I asked her if she was going to be a naughty little hairdresser tonight as I rubbed my crotch. Standing Jolene unbuttoned her blouse, unclipped her bra and let them both fall to the floor. Hooking the sides of her tight pants she wiggled them over her fine hips and down her long tan legs, stepping out of them when they hit the floor. My wife slid a finger in her pretty blonde pussy and then traced it up her stomach, over her nipples and into her mouth before telling me she was going to be a very naughty hairdresser tonight. My wife sat back into her chair and motioned me to her, pressing my face into her hot cunt. I began licking my wife's pussy as she told me she had wanted to fuck Glenn for several months and that tonight she was going to fuck him good. I sucked on her clit while sliding my finger into my wife's pussy as she described me sitting in our overstuffed chair watching her ride Glenn's cock up and down. Between her talk, my licking and the finger fuck she was getting my wife was bucking in a sweaty orgasm, pinching her nipples as she gasped for air.
Jolene went to take a shower while I prepared a quick dinner before Glenn's arrival at 6:30. My wife returned in about 30 minutes smelling wonderful, a combination of clean soap and expensive perfume. She was wearing a long terry cloth robe, her hair was pulled up and her make-up looked great. We ate on the patio while my wife described how she wanted to spend the evening. She went into detail on how she was going to cut Glenn's hair and that I was only to pop in and out, that if she felt it was comfortable for Glenn that she would let me know if I could stay or not. When Jolene cuts someone's hair at our home she normally sets up a chair in our very large master bathroom. The bathroom has two walls of mirrors, a large whirlpool tub, a shower for six and very bright lighting. As you may have read in other stories the shower is built for fucking. There is enough room for haircutting with room left over for several people to visit. I have on previous occasions watched my wife cut some of our friend's hair with stimulating results. We ate a quick dinner and by just before 6:00 we had finished and done the dishes.
My wife went to finish getting dressed and asked me to welcome Glenn when he got here if she was not ready. It turned out Glenn must have been anxious because he arrived about 6:15. I opened the door and could see a puzzled look on his face as he stood there holding a bouquet of roses. I laughed and asked him to come in, taking him by the arm and leading him into the family room. Glenn was attempting to recover from his shock while trying not to look shocked. I offered him a drink and he asked for bourbon on the rocks. Glenn set the bouquet of flowers on the dinning room table while nervously looking around for Jolene. I mentioned he looked a little surprised and he said he was fine, that he had expected my wife to open the door. I tried to calm his nerves by telling him that she was changing after working all day and that she would be done in about 15 minutes or so. I could see why my wife was attracted to this guy; he was tall, rugged and good-looking with a gentle manner about him. Glenn asked if Jolene cut many people's hair at home and I told him not many and only one or two men had ever been invited here for one of her special haircuts. He still had a question on his face and I went on to tell him that I may have to run to the store in while and smiled. I think he understood at that point that I was going to be fine with the arrangement he had probably fantasized and thought about on his way over.
We went to the living room, opened a bottle of wine and took seats opposite each other. I was sitting in our large overstuffed chair while Glenn had taken a seat in the middle of our sofa. We chatted briefly about the weather and such until I noticed his head turn toward our bedroom door. Standing in the doorway with the sunset behind her stood my wife Jolene, legs shooting up from black patent high heels, shoulder width apart barely covered by a very short black wrap around skirt. She was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, tied at the midriff and blousing open, I was not sure if any of the buttons were closed. As my wife strode across the living room her skirt opened slightly with each step just about revealing her pussy. When she got closer I could see she was wearing a red lace bra under her neatly tied, unbuttoned shirt. Within steps from us now and I caught the light scent of her perfume, intoxicating in combination with the way she looked. Glenn stood to receive her and she held out her hand for a modest handshake before turning and making her way to where I was standing in front of the chair. Jolene moved right up to me and with her very red lips began a most passionate kiss while wrapping her arms around my neck. This motion caused her skirt to rise slightly up and I was sure Glenn was catching a glimpse of the bottom of her firm ass cheeks.
While we kissed I pulled my wife to me and slid my left hand down her side until I was just cupping her ass in my palm. Jolene broke the kiss and turning toward Glenn asked him to sit back down as she asked if we would like another drink. Both of us stammered yes as my wife turned and walked out of the room, our eyes following the sway of her fine hips. Glenn returned to his seat as I sat back into the chair and we both looked at each other and then at the door to the kitchen. Glenn turned and asked if Jolene was going out and I assured him her outfit was for our benefit and primarily mine. He asked why and I explained how I enjoy watching my wife enjoy her naughty side from time to time, and she could be pretty naughty. Glenn was silent for a minute and asked if I was really ok with everything because when Jolene invited him over to have his haircut she intimated they were going to have sex. I asked if he was interested in having sex with my wife to which he candidly replied yes. There was a brief silence before we turned and watched Jolene enter the room with the three drinks in her hands.
Jolene leaned forward to hand Glenn his drink, her skirt allowing me a fine view of her very fuckable ass, just the thin line of the thong obscuring a perfect view of her pussy. She came and delivered my drink in the same manner and as I took in the view of her tits barely covered by her red bra I knew Glenn was enjoying the view as well. My wife took a seat next to me on the arm of the chair and crossed her legs, revealing most of her thigh. We talked for a few more minutes about how Jolene and Glenn had met and how much Glenn had enjoyed the hairstyles my wife had given him. Jolene stood and walked toward Glenn, sitting next to him on the couch. Her short skirt rose very high on her tanned thighs revealing her red lace thong covered pussy as she sat on the edge of the couch, running her fingers through Glenn's hair. My cock was straining my pants as my wife asked Glenn how much she should take off. I knew what I was thinking and Glenn responded she could take off as much as she wanted to. This brought a laugh to all of us as Jolene stood and took Glenn by the hand, leading him toward the master bedroom and bathroom. As they walked by me she asked if I could check on them in a few minutes, as they would probably need a fresh drink.