I’ve been cutting hair at home for more than ten years. It helps that my husband and I have a great relationship, because he and I enjoy our open discussions.

During one of our recent talks, he told me he still gets aroused when I cut his hair. It made me wonder about my other male customers.

One guy, Theo, immediately came to mind. He loves to flirt with me. I’ve been cutting his hair for more than five years. I still remember the day we met and how cute I thought he was. Theo schedules his appointments during his lunch hour, so he’s typically dressed in khakis and a sport shirt. While I cut his hair, our conversation always turns to sex. I began to wonder if he was getting hard under the cape. I even imagined he might be touching himself a little as I cut his hair.

Once I finished, I’d remove the cape. He’d always stand up, turn away from me to check himself out in the mirror, pay me, and leave. Now I was curious if he was turning away to hide his arousal. The next time he came in, I checked out his reflection in the mirror when he stood up. Sure enough, there was a bulge in his pants. I don’t know how long I’d been staring, but when I looked up, he was staring right at me — and smiling. I was speechless as he reached into his pocket for his money.

That night I told my husband what happened. He laughed and said, “I told you so.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about Theo. Two weeks later, when he arrived for his next cut, he wore shorts and a T-shirt. He noticed my look of surprise and said he’d decided to take the day off at the last minute, but he didn’t want to miss our appointment.

We talked and flirted while I took my time with his shampoo, making sure my breasts were right in front of his face. When I saw myself in the mirror, I noticed my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Theo couldn’t take his eyes off them. I tried to see if he was as turned on as I was, but the phone rang. I excused myself and stepped around the corner to answer. It was my husband, calling to find out if anything was going on. As we talked, I watched Theo in the mirror and it was obvious he was rubbing himself under the cape. I gave my husband a play-by-play, and he said, “Maybe you should offer him a hand.”

At first I resisted, but then I wanted to know how far things would go. My husband asked me not to hang up because he wanted to listen. So I placed the phone on the counter and quietly moved back toward Theo. I was standing next to him before he realized he’d been caught red-handed.

“What are you doing?” I asked. Theo was speechless. “Are you being a bad boy?”

With that, I removed the cape. He didn’t dare move. I don’t think he was even breathing. His shorts were pulled down, and his cock stood erect above the waistband. I took hold of his thick shaft and picked up where he’d left off, moving my hand up and down while staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. I felt his hand move up the inside of my thigh, under my skirt, and right into my wet panties. Then Theo slid a finger into my moist mound. When his thumb brushed my clit, I felt a sudden heat wave take over my body. Within seconds, my skirt and panties were on the floor and he was tugging at my top.

The next thing I knew, he had me undressed with my back pressed against the cool mirrors.

I lifted his shirt off as he pulled his shorts down. I’ve always been a sucker for a muscular chest, and Theo did not disappoint. I never realized what a hot body he’d been hiding under those oxford shirts and drab slacks. His left hand cupped my left breast, and his right hand worked my pussy.

His kisses were soft, and his tongue tasted sweet. He moved on to my neck and worked his way down to my breasts. I was going crazy with desire! I fell to my knees and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked up and down his shaft and fondled his balls. I was working my lips all over his cock. It wouldn’t be long before he shot his load. I licked and sucked, devouring as much of that stiff rod as possible. Then, feeling bold, I wet my pinky finger and slipped it into his asshole. That surprised him and sent him over the edge. He came — and kept coming. I enjoyed milking every bit of cream from his cock.

Then he pushed me down onto the chair and dove into my bush. He was a master with his tongue, managing to hit every spot that needed attention, but I needed more.

So I stood and led Theo to the sofa. I love a semi-hard rod, and I manipulated it as much as I could into my waiting hole. He held my breasts, and I rode that cock until it was rock hard again. He worked his hands back and forth between my ass and tits. He was trying to kiss me, but I was too far gone for that. He sucked on my nipples, pushing me over the edge. I quickened the pace and screamed out my release. Meanwhile, I felt his cock tense up and the familiar sensation of hot jizz shooting inside me.

I collapsed on his lap, waiting to catch my breath. Remembering my husband, I jumped up and ran to the phone. “Are you still there?” I asked.

He was. “Sounds like you gave him more than a hand,” he said. He sounded amused, but I wasn’t sure.

“Are you upset?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? Once I get this load cleaned off my desk, I’m coming home to hear more about it!”