++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ How my hair stylist became my mistress ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My phone showed a new text from Rita. "Power went out at the salon. Might be out all day. Can we reschedule?" I texted back. "Arrgh... tomorrow I've got a big presentation. You know you're my good luck charm!" I looked up from my desk at the mirror on the closet door of my home office. I looked fine. I could go in tomorrow and still win this client, hopefully. But honestly, I just love seeing Rita for haircuts. For a few years now I've been going to her, and we've gotten to know each other. There's something really marvelous about how she washes my hair. I like to close my eyes and pay attention to how she massages my scalp. She's so attentive to me. It's nice. ---- Not like my wife. She pretty much ignores me unless she wants something, and our sex life over the years has fizzled out. Over the years together, we moved from the apartment to the starter house and then to the big fancy house. just like so many other upper middle class couples. She lost interest in me once it became obvious that I was done trying to keep up appearances. Maybe it was because she could tell I had no more aspirations of getting to a bigger and better and more luxurious status. We didn't need to belong to a country club. There are moments that were little inflection points in my marriage. We took a trip to Europe, and when I saw the bills for the places we stayed, it completely ruined the experience. I don't enjoy going to expensive places just so that I can feel like I'm one of the beautiful people. ---- Another one of them was after my wife and spent the evening touring a country club. We had been invited by another family to join them for dinner. The whole place was absolutely not my scene. I remember my wife and I getting back in the car. She wanted to join and she could tell I had absolutely no interest in it. On the drive home, I listened to her list all the reasons why it made sense for us to join a club. She could tell she was getting nowhere. So she changed tactics and said we shouldn't have taken the tour and the free monthly trial if we weren't interested. You know what's funny? I gave in. Not because the argument convinced me. I just didn't want to fight about. That night, I remember my wife feeling so happy. When we got home, she came into my office while I was reading, and she wore a nightgown I had bought her a few years ago. When we fucked that night, I kept thinking about the money I was spending on that stupid country club. It made me angry and I took it out on my wife. I told her to roll over and I realized I was hate-fucking her. She seemed to be loving it. I said something like "you got turned on tonight during that tour, didn't you?" "Yes!" My wife is thin. Almost angular. She got breast implants a few years ago. She said she lost feeling in her nipples after she got them. Knowing that her tits are really just big bags of saline, it's kind of a turn off. They feel unnatural in my hand. I can look at her and see that she's objectively a gorgeous woman. But it really is true what they say -- no matter how hot she is, there's some guy that's tired of her shit. In this case, I'm plowing this aristocratic milf wearing thigh highs, while she's on her knees on a stuffed chair. And all I can think about is how she's fucking me as a reward for giving in. We fucked for almost half an hour, switching positions, and even though I was hard, I just could not finish. Twice I paused and got more lube. Eventually I stoppped. Told her I needed to rest. I rolled over. Jerked off. ---- I married "up" if you look at where I'm from compared to where my wife is from. That's part of the problem. I'm paranoid about money. ---- Last year my relationship with Rita took on a tiny new dimension. It was December and after my cut, we were scheduling the next appointment, and she said offhand how it would be after Christmas. When I paid with a credit card, on the screen where it asked for tips, I was about to hit the 25% button, which I always do. But this time, I was feeling whimsical, so I hit custom, and put in $200. We were chatting for a while about some music we both liked, and Rita didn't even see the tip, which made me happy, because I didn't want her to make a fuss about it being too much. Then at like 11 PM that night, I was in my home office again, reading an old book, and my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rita: "Hey -- you maybe screwed up when you punched in the tip today". I replied: "What did I do?" "The tip got put in for $200" "Not an accident! I meant it. You're one of my fave people and you deserve nice things." "Wow, thanks! You have no idea how much this means!" I replied, "Hell you deserve a million dollars but I'm not just not that successful." Then I felt weird, like I gave away too much. The seconds ticked by. Then my phone rang again -- another text. "You're one of my fave people too! I'm really glad we're friends." Then right after that, she sent a pic. It was a picture of her, making an exaggerated kissing face. Looked like she was at some bar. There was text across it. "You're paying for these drinks tonight!" ---- I'm a dozen years older than Rita at least. But there's something we have in common. We're both from pretty modest backgrounds. ---- ---- Let me describe Rita for a second. She's a curvy girl. Now that I'm older, I realize that I've always been turned on by curvy women. I'm not proud to admit it, but I think maybe the vague stigma around them kept me away. Like, maybe being called a chubby chaser. But now, I realize there's something uniquely sexy about a woman that's not so thin. ---- So, back to the present. I'm feeling disappointed because I was really looking forward to seeing Rita, and then also, because like I said, she's my good luck charm. I put it out of my mind, and instead got back to work. Then my phone buzzed. "Idea -- if you really want to see me, I could cut your hair at my house this evening." ---- ---- After I got back in my car, I wondered. What am I going to do now? I texted Rita. "I'll remember this forever!" ---- Later I felt a tug of war inside my chest between guilt and then also wanting to go back in there and fucking Rita all night. ---- I noticed that money plays a role in both of these relationships. My wife is willing to fuck me after I agree to us joining the country club. Rita and I went at it after my ridiculous tips.