Caught Red Handed

So what do you do when your intuition tells you your husband is cheating but you just can’t seem to find the smoking gun. Confront him? Put it all on the table? Maybe.. But I really only have a hunch. I know he has a hair fetish, I know he looks, makes comments, begs me to go shorter and shorter with my own hair, loves his cut super short, watches videos and even writes on sites like this… But we have a great relationship aside from his addiction and I know he’s loyal – but can he really be tempted? Glancing at an email on his phone at dinner made me realize, I needed to find out for sure. A canned email from a dating site. What the hell? Was my guy of 20 years on a fucking dating site? Confront him, no – Bust his ass, yes.

The Bait

After scouring the internet for the perfect image, one of a 50 something looking gal, by no means a supermodel, but with one redeeming feature – SHORT HAIR, I found her. And with a little photoshop touch up, 4 images to add as bait!

The Post

ClipperGal58

Single Mom of 2 grown daughters, loves football and beer on Sunday’s, campfires at night and simply relaxing with someone I can trust. I own my own business so not looking for your money, just a guy I can just hang with – no pressure. I workout 3 x a week and try to stay in good shape (hard at my age) and as you can see from my profile, I have short hair. If that bothers you, please skip to the next choice here. Ex hated it, but I feel better with a shorter style and would love a man who appreciates me for me – not my hair! Thanks for checking out my profile, Let’s Talk soon!

The Hit 

8 days later, the hit from Jackofalltrades1961 – First a wink, then the hit. Loved your profile and the football thing is a guy’s dream right? And the short hair. no worries, you pull it off great! Let’s chat more…

Now the back and forth over several weeks

After sifting through more than a few weirdos, Let’s call him Jack1961 appears again.

“Hey just thought I would reach out again for a chat or coffee sometime in the future” the DM read, the pic was of a handsome dude, but was it my husband…

My reply is to really put the bait on the hook.

So sorry for the late response, really busy with work, which is good, I have to pay the bills you know. I’m late for a hair appointment, maybe we can chat later” I said signing off.

Jack1961- no worries, sure, reach out when you get back from your appointment!

Me – Coffee sometime would be great! By the way, glad you approve of the shorter styles, I think he went overboard with this cut, so dang short for sure.

Jack1961 – I’m sure it looks great, never really too short for me, maybe we can catch up this weekend if you are free? How about Saturday night, maybe dinner at Walkers, say 8 or so?

Me – That sounds great, let me check my schedule and get back with you later in the week, Talk soon!

* Never too short for me – a classic line from my husband over the years, but I needed to know for sure. Jack did say he wanted to go watch football with some friends Saturday night, nothing unusual there, but maybe, right? It just became a topic the night before…

Me – Saturday may not work for me, they asked me to man the call center for a call out. I’ll be handcuffed to my computer and phone for the evening I’m afraid. Guess I’ll hang around here, maybe try to clean up my hair a bit, I went to a new place with the last cut and I really don’t like the way he left it. Most places are reluctant to cut a woman’s hair really short, but it was a dang barbershop for god’s sake. Maybe we’ll catch up next week!

Jack1961 – No worries, if you need some company, I know nothing about a call center, but I can get a pizza and drop by your place. Who knows, I might even be able to help with your hair (haha) I’m by no means an expert, but YouTube can teach you anything, right? Always wanted my ex to go real short, but she never really liked it super short I suppose.

Me – I may take you up on that for sure, I mean a good Pizza (must be from Alvos :)) and we’ll see about the haircut, I mean, how hard is it to attach a blade to a set of clippers and start cutting, really it’s dummy proof I think!

Jack1961 – Sounds great, let me know!

Saturday Morning

Me – Hope we’re still on for Pizza, I did run by the beauty supply store and pick up a new set of clippers, so there’ll be no excuses for you not to have the right tools haha! What could be better than a great Pizza, good company and a free haircut to boot! Maybe a flattop? So what time is my appointment sir?

Jack1961 – Let’s try for around 7p, I’ll need to run by and grab the food and a good bottle of Vino!

Sunday Morning

Me –  Not asking about last night, no call, no show, nothing – did I scare you off?

Jack1961 – So sorry to have led you on like that – truth is, I’m married, and I really love my wife, guess the short hair and hair talk got the best of me. Really liked your pic when I saw it a few weeks back, but truth be told, I love my wife dearly and just can’t stomach ruining her trust. Again, sorry, deleting my profile – best to you! You should go for the flattop if it makes you happy, right. Take care

* Felt no response was needed, I was certain Jack1961 was my husband, after all, his name is Jack and he was born in 1961 – Don’t know whether to be happy, mad, or sad at this point.

Hard to find a barbershop open in the area on a Monday, nevertheless, found one, I walked in/walked out with a classic Flattop haircut. The stares, the piles of hair, a woman in a barbershop, all of this was over the top. It was the first time I’ve ever had my hair cut NOT facing the mirror. The brevity of the situation hit when after seeing clumps oh hair pile up in my lap, a slow turn revealed what I had asked for. The sides of my head sparkling bright white, skin thta would surly not handle the sun’s beat down. And what of the :landing strip” the part on top takin’ down to skin. I was bascially scalped. I stopped for a Alvo’s pizza and headed for the house. At home, completely naked, only wearing heels, I nervously walked around the kitchen waiting for Jack to arrive from work. I kept rubbing my neck, a reminder of what had just happened. I now knew why this haircut was called what is was called, as I remember the Barber announcing to the shop as He spun me around for a look in the mirror.

“There you go yong lady, one classic Flattop, whitewalls and a smooth landing on top” he said as the other female barber commented – “Damn Earl, now that sure is flat” as she smiled…

The fact thta I just got all my fucking hair cut off for my man was crazy for sure, and the warm lather on my neckline and over my ears was certainly a first. A flattop and shave in a fucking barbershop for Christ’s sake….

I texted him and told him I had stopped on the way home and had a small surprise for him, and as always, he answered the text with his heart emoji.

“Sssshhh – not a word” – as Jack walked in at a glance in the kitchen. He walked over looking astonished for sure. My mom bob gone, replaced with a skin tight Flattop – Jack’s eyes wide open. I slowly turned around rubbing my neckline so he could see that I had indeed takin’ it “all off!”

“Not a word” – as I kneeled down, removed his cock from his pants and began an assault on his rock hard member. I’VE NEVER FELT HIS COCK SO HARD! He kept rubbing and holding my bald nape, running his hand up and down my freshly mowed neckline.

“Nothing there babe, I had him take it all off” as he literally chocked me out, his cock halfway down my throat, with a firm grip on my crown, I could barley breathe. And one last surprise, I lifted my head and pointed over at the counter. There, $1000 of hair clippers and misc equipment.

Let’s watch some videos later baby, I want to make sure I never have to go to another barbershop and having all those old fuckers looking at me like I had horns coming from my head. I mean, you can master the classic Flattop right babe? And who better than you to keep me clean from now on…

And with a smile I placed his hand on my bald nape and slowly inserted his cock right back where I now know, it will always rest!