Page 38 of Bad Husband

This guy. Proudly.

It’s another ten minutes when there’s a soft knock at the door and Madison enters the room. “Good morning, Mr. Westin,” she says, her voice just above a whisper.

I don’t say anything in reply because once she hears my voice, she’s going to know it’s me, right?

Maybe not.

“Oh, it says here you’re in for waxing? Why don’t you turn over and we’ll get started?” I peek one eye open and see her moving around the room toward what looks to be hot wax.

Waxing? You have to be shitting me. For the love of all things holy, why didn’t I specify what I needed?

No wonder Lindsey looked at my junk.

“Um, I think I made a mistake.”

“Oh my God, Ridley.” Yep. Told you she’d know my voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m feeling a little sore. Can you give me a massage?”

“No. I can’t.” She blinks rapidly, stepping back away from me as if she’s trying to make excuses. “I have appointments.”

“No, you don’t.” Twisting around on the bed, I sit up and let the blanket fall away. “I made an appointment, and I’m a paying customer.”

Her brow furrows just slightly, like she can’t decide if she should be angry or amused I schedule myself with her. I feel myself smiling. “I think this is against the rules….”

“Well, the girl at the counter didn’t say anything, so here I am. But I think she likes me, and I also lied about my name.”

“You could really get me in trouble for this. And Lindsey flirts with everyone. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh.”

She nods to the hot wax. “Well since you’re here and you weren’t paying attention and scheduled to have your balls waxed, guess you’re going to have some smooth balls.”

“No fucking way.” My hands fly to my balls cupping them with care. “I asked for a massage.”

“Nope. You didn’t. You should have been paying more attention instead of flirting with Lindsey.”

“I wasn’t flirting with her.” Groaning, I flop back against the table. “I didn’t ask for a wax, did I?”

“You did.” She smiles, taking a wooden stick and stirring the steaming wax. “Take your boxers off and lay back, husband.”

I do as she says because any time I get to take my clothes off in front of my wife is a good day. But I didn’t miss this part. She said husband, didn’t she? Did I hear that correctly?

One point for me but when that fucking wax hits my nut sac, I lose every point I’ve even gained in the last two days when I scream.

My legs tense when she applies it. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

Madison laughs, clearly entertained. “That’s just the wax, you big baby.”

I can feel my balls tightening in preparation as Madison takes my dick in her hand and moves it to the side. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a semi already, because I totally do. Hello, my dick’s in her hand. Oh, the possibilities.

I raise my head up, my arm supporting my neck behind my head. “Does this come with a happy ending?”

She snorts out a laugh. “That’s against the rules,sir.”

Why is it hot when she calls me sir?

She’s waiting for the wax to cool, I assume because there are seconds of downtime after the wax is applied and my dick remains in her hand like she’s cradling him. And then I think shit, does she hold dicks in her hand all day?

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