Thirty Curlers and Picks Part 4
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Why the hell didn't he say something to me?
Jim and I had been married now for 23 years. Pretty sure we have been
madly in love for all those years. Now this has come up. Sort of pisses
me off. But I will get over it. I guess.
My name is Wendy Rodgers and my husband's name is Jim. I am 46 and Jim is
47 years old. All our marriage we have lived in a small Ohio town, almost
in the center of the state. Jim, and his business partner, George, owns a
farm implement and seed business. I have wiled away these years owning a
small beauty salon here in town. At first the salon was in our home (I
still have one styling/shampoo station and a beautiful old stainless
steel torpedo style hairdryer sitting in the room which used to be the
salon). Now the new salon is a few blocks down the main street and is
mainly run by my three stylists, though I still keep my hand in for a few
special clients.
Our life has really been quite good. We have money - just enough. We have
friends. We have our health. But we have never had children. Oh well. So
these past few months have been different for us. Jim just doesn't seem
himself. He has been overly tense and anxious. I have tried to talk to
him but he just says all is well and he is fine. The only time he seems
to have less stress is when he is surfing the net of his I-Pad. I never
knew what sites he was surfing and it was none of my business. I have my
own I-Pad and I sure as hell don't want him snooping into my business,
either.
I called George yesterday and asked him if anything was wrong down at the
store. According to George, nothing that would cause the changes he had
noticed in Jim lately. He thinks Jim just needs to get away for few
weeks. And I agree with him.
That is what led me to violate Jim's space and check his I-Pad to see
what kind of sites were relieving his stress. I thought I could possibly
arrange some activity or a vacation for us around his interests. Boy, was
I surprised.
This is what so shocked me. Jim has been surfing on sites primarily
concerned with men having their hair set on hair rollers! There were a
lot of other sites about transvestites and cross dressers. Even some MTF
Transformation Salons websites. But Jim REALLY liked stories and pictures
of men, sometimes in salons, sometimes in their homes, sometimes being
helped by women or even being forced by women, to have their hair set on
rollers and baked under a dryer.
Nothing dirty. Nothing really bad. Just a startlingly strange thing to
find out about the man you have lived with for 23 years. For crying out
loud, I run a Beauty Salon. I know wet sets. I have even had several men
use my talents to achieve whatever they find thrilling in having a roller
set. That's their business and my business is to make money from their
business. But I had never known that my husband was a candidate for the
High Heat setting on the old torpedo machine.
Jim rarely had ventured into my realm in all those years. Well, I hadn't
ventured into his seeds too much, either. Jim and I have a relatively
active sex life. More in the Slam, Bam, Thank You Mam, category, but we
liked it that way. I think. But as I think about it, Jim has always worn
his hair very long for a man. He has worn a pony tail ever since college
and is very particular about his shampoos and conditioners. So am I. So
he does have rather long hair, about shoulder length. Way more than
enough for roller setting, if he wanted that.
Why the hell didn't he say something to me about it. I do hair. I know
hair. I may have thought it a little odd, but I wouldn't have minded
giving my husband a wet set now and then, if that was what he enjoyed.
But the thing is, these sites seemed to be the only thing in Jim's life
right now which were giving him relief from stress. Even if there was no
reason for stress, Jim wasn't up to his usual par. After talking with
George, (not about roller sets for his partner), we agreed that what
might be best for Jim would be a two or three week total break from the
business. George could handle anything that came up, no problem. Now I
just had to talk Jim into taking that break. I loved the strange little
guy!
The old unused salon in the front of the house gave me an idea.
Jim is about 5'10" and 165lbs. Slim and wiry and in good shape for a mid
40's guy. His hair, as I have said, is long and blondish, heading towards
grey. Rather handsome dude. I am 5'4", still with a nice figure (34C), at
about 120lbs. Since only my hairdresser knows for sure, strawberry blonde
is my hair color. Worn medium length, usually in pageboy bob. Must say, I
am kind of cute. We make a nice looking couple. Wonder what this couple
would look like, both in a full head of curlers? Matching nets?
I loved Jim and, even having been stung that I knew nothing about his
"fetish", I wanted to make him happy. So I came up with a plan. Sort of.
Jim was due home from the store, as usual, at 6:00PM. Never changes in 23
years. Won't change today. By 5:50 PM yours truly, Wendy, the Short, was
standing in our bedroom wearing only a black lace Wonderbra, a black silk
half slip over black lace brief panties, and 3 inch black patent pumps
and "fuck me" red lipstick. To tell you the truth, he better be home on
time, because I was getting chilly.
Thank you, Jesus, he was on time! He hollered "hello" as he popped the
front door. I called out to him, "Please come right up to the bedroom, we
need to talk."
As I am sure this was strange to Jim, he hurried up the stairs and walked
thru the doorway and stopped cold. Must have been the "fuck me" red
lipstick.
As his mouth, and tongue, were laying on the floor, I spoke first.
"Jim, darling, I have been worried about you these past few months. I
don't think there is anything really wrong, but you and I need something
totally different in our lives. Please go with me on this. I think you
should take a few weeks off from the store and I will take some time off
from the salon, and we will get back into the way it used to be around
here. Now before you say anything, I want you to get out of those
clothes, hop into a quick shower, wash your hair, come out of the shower
and put on the robe that is hanging in the bathroom, but do not dry your
hair. There is something my mother used to do to me when I was a young
girl that never failed to lift my spirits and relieve any tensions I may
have had. I want to do that for you right now. Don't say a word, do as I
say and I will be waiting for you in the old salon."
Jim was too surprised and shocked not to do what I told him to do. I
patted him on the butt, rubbed my bra against his arm and pushed him into
the bathroom.
I went downstairs and opened the door to the salon. I turned the lights
on and felt like I was twenty years younger. I fired up the make up
lights around the styling/shampoo station and made sure the silver
monster in the corner was ready to bake my husband. I don't think I had
ever gone to work in the salon in just a bra, slip and heels, but to tell
you the truth, I felt kind of sexy. I sat at the station and made sure I
had all that I needed to do the most important wet set I had ever done on
a woman or a man. The curtains were all drawn. It would be just Jim and I
and about thirty mesh brush rollers, a like number of picks, and the
frightening hooded dryer ready to be lowered onto the rollered head of my
unsuspecting husband.
I could tell from the pipes rattling that Jim had turned off the shower
and was about to dry off and reach for the robe I had left. I had made a
special trip this afternoon to purchase this robe. White satin shawl
collar, three quarter length sleeves, it's length only to about cover the
top of a butt, with a satin sequined band to be tied at the waist. I
hoped Jim would not balk at wearing this robe. Only he and I were in the
house. But after seeing the sites Jim was surfing, I think I will not
have to worry. I heard the bedroom door open and the sound of bare feet
coming down the carpeted steps. His hand was slowly turning the knob of
the salon door. A blushing face appeared around the door.
"Welcome to Wendy's Salon! Please take a seat in the styling chair and
Wendy will be with you very shortly. Would you like a cold drink or a
coffee?"
Jim was still silent, probably in somewhat of a shock. But he sat down
and realized his robe basically covered nothing. But he did look cute in
it.
"When I was around 10 or 11 years old, Mother knew that what calmed me
down, or relieved what childish stress I had, was to sit me at her vanity
and roll my hair on wire mesh rollers very slowly and precisely. Followed
by an hour of so under the dryer, her daughter was a happy new person
very quickly. That is what I am going to do to you now. I am going to set
your beautiful long hair with this large pile of prickly rollers, and
then park you, with a couple of Cosmos for company, under that
intimidating dryer over there, for about an hour. Then we will talk and
talk some more."
"You get to hand me a curler and a pick when I ask for them, understand,
sweety? That way you get to share in the process of having your hair wet
set. Sound like fun?"
"Yes."
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