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The Honeymoon (Part 1/3) by Jack

This is a sequel to "Sophie gives the best buzz ever". It would be great if you searched that on the archive and then read this!

After that fantastic night in July where hair rained down and moaning filled the air, Sophie did indeed carry on being my barber. That summer I received another grade 1 all over which was great, but far less exciting when there's less than 5 millimetres of growth buzzed off.

We then went longer between cuts. Then the 1 became a 3. Then a 5. Before long, Sophie had stopped being my barber. We adored each other, but she realised she pictured me as the man she loved with medium hair, and that's what she wanted for our wedding one year later. The barber I found in town was under strict instructions to make my hair wedding perfect at every cut.

The big day came. It was perfect. She was perfect. I remember my heart flutter when I first laid eyes on her. I remember our first kiss as husband and wife. I remember the deep, passionate sex we had that night.

A few days passed and our honeymoon was fast approaching. We elected to stay in the UK and travel to Edinburgh. Two days before we left as we were beginning to pack, an on this day memory from my instagram popped up. It was a photo of a pile of hair on my garden's patio a year ago. Followed by a photo of Sophie, clippers in hand shaping what I knew was a mohawk but the picture had very deliberately been cropped, avoiding revealing my head. Finally, a photo of the big reveal to my followers, the perfect stubble that covered my head, my hand rubbing my extra short buzzcut. Instantly, my penis began to harden. I quickly tapped off the photo when I heard Sophie come up the stairs.

"I was just thinking, I probably don't need to take three jumpers looking at the weather forecast" she said as she entered the room to see me scrolling. My wife cuddled up next to me in bed and within a few seconds, I had tapped the on this day notification again. "Look! Haha, do you remember that?" I asked. "Oh yeah, we should have rocked your mohawk for longer" she smiled. I tapped to the next photo of the sun shining onto my scalp through the stubble and lingered on it, saying nothing for a few seconds. "You did such a good job when you were my barber babe" I told her. She laughed. "I could only do one style! And that was butchering you, sorry about that" she said. It was genuinely apologetic. "What do you mean? It was what I wanted" I replied.

"Come on, it wasn't was it? We just did it to save a bit of money for the wedding didn't we? It really helped us" she said. I was stunned. "No, seriously babe I loved it. I felt so confident afterwards. I loved the look and feel. I loved getting it cut. And do you not remember how nice it was when I ate your pussy with a shaved head?" I asked. Sophie laughed. "Yeah it was good. But it wasn't you was it? That's why you grew your hair back" she said. Hmmm. She had a point. The short buzz was a radical change; I worried about how others reacted, and I didn't want to have a shaved head on the biggest day of our lives because I simply didn't normally look like that. So the hair grew back.

I swallowed. "I actually really liked having my head shaved. I'd do it again in a heartbeat" I said. "Wha-no! I love your hair" Sophie blurted out; "I mean, it's your body your choice but I really like how you look." She stroked my medium length hair as she said this, brushing a lock from my ear. I was a little shocked. "But you went crazy for me last time! We f***ed 3 times that night and you told me I was handsome!" I said. "Well, I guess we did. And I liked that power in the moment, but in the morning we woke up and you had no hair basically. It was like that for soooo long too. It didn't feel like I was with you. I knew it WAS you, but it was...weird" Sophie explained.

"Maybe you just need to get used to it" I quietly said. "Are you asking... no I don't... I'm not sure I want to cut your hair just before our honeymoon. What if I mess it up or miss some hair?" I could tell she was grappling for an excuse. "Honestly, you won't! Why would you?" I asked. Sophie was firm. "No, I don't want to. Anyway, we're seeing my mum on the way to Scotland, she will be so angry if you turn up with a shaved head again. Remember last year? "No daughter of mine is living with a skinhead". Do you want to put up with that?"

Sophie had made a very good point that I had to agree with. I laughed. "Yeah, I can't be bothered with that again." Sophie grinned and said "remember. Listen to your wife". The conversation was soon forgotten.

Three days later, we were in the car. It was my turn to drive, and we were just leaving Sophie's parents in the Peak District with the sweltering sun beating down on us. We'd had a lovely time and our honeymoon was set to begin properly. "What's our first thing to do when we get there?" Sophie asked. "Drink!" I said with a smile. Sophie smiled back. I cleared my throat. "And I think I might need to get to a barber, this heat is awful and I've not had a trim in a while, can't believe I didn't go before we left!". Silence filled the car. "Yeah... that's fine. It will be a trim won't it? Nice and long on top still?" She asked. I said nothing. "Jack... it will be a trim won't it?" I swallowed. "No, it won't". I watched her face drop as I said this; she knew what was coming. "I want to shave it off again". More silence. "That's fine, it is your hair after all, I really don't mind" she replied in the most unconvincing way.

"I realise you don't like it shaved, but I do. I really really like it. Like... a lot" I told her. "There was a reason we had all that sex last year. You definitely liked that" I grinned as I said this. Sophie paused. "So does... is it, like, a turn on for you? Having your hair shaved". I froze. Nobody had ever spoken to me about this. What do I do? I decided that now she was my wife, she could have the truth. "Yeah, it is. I love the feeling. I love the experience of having a drastic haircut. It just feels so exciting that one minute you can have all this stuff on your head then a few seconds later you look totally different and it's on the floor. It's a massive turn on." My palms were sweaty. I could hardly speak. My cock was rock hard. "So it's like... a fetish?" she asked. It was genuine curiosity, not disgust or dismissal. "Yeah, it is" I nodded. A weight had been lifted as we continued driving north. "That's cool, you should have told me sooner! I mean I sort of wondered but didn't realise it was a thing. How long have you liked haircuts?" She asked. I laughed. "As long as I remember. I always had this weird sensation when I was little when the barber used clippers... I remember when youtube was a thing spending hours watching rubbish home footage of people shaving their heads and watching the hair fall down. I realised later on that the feeling was... being turned on" I explained. "So youtube was like your pornhub? But instead of MILF gets taken from behind it was "get a buzzcut with me"?" She grinned. "Pretty much" I laughed.

There was silence in the car.

"So... you don't think I'm weird?" I asked. Sophie rolled her eyes. "Not at all silly. Everyone has them. Some are more common than others. You know I like being dominated, but yours is just different". I felt genuinely reassured.

"I feel like we've changed the subject. So my haircut right here, right now..." I let it linger. Sophie sighed. "I guess you DID look sexy in a different way to how you do now... and the sex was great... I just would rather I did it, I don't want some random guy to be giving you that fun when it could be me. I wish we packed clippers". She said. "It's weird... in the moment when haircuts happen to me I don't get too turned on by the barber. It's the whole build up and the aftermath of realising what I've done. I'm not cheating on you!!... is that a yes to the buzzcut then?" I explained. Sophie exhaled. "Yes, it's a yes" she said as she moved her hand across the car to my thigh, her little finger grazing my throbbing cock. I glanced to my sat nav. 40 minutes to our destination

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