Husband's Free Pass

Eric Masterson strolls into the massage parlor's reception, spotting Masseuse Michele James right away. He flashes a grin and says sorry for running late—stay-at-home dad life, you know? Had to whip up dinner before the wife rolled in from work. Michele nods, all empathy, and says that sounds like a real grind. Eric chuckles, yeah, it is. But hey, if stress is the enemy, this place is his secret weapon, Michele shoots back with a playful wink. Spot on, Eric replies—his wife nailed it when she booked this for him. She asks which package the wife picked, and he drops it: a NURU massage. Michele's eyes widen, a flush creeping up her cheeks. Uh, maybe a mix-up? she ventures. Nah, no mistake—wife's as open-minded as they come, Eric says smoothly. 'Sir, you sure you get what NURU really means?' Michele presses, voice a tad shaky. Oh, he gets it alright, Eric admits with a sly, bashful smirk. 'But does she?' Michele probes, still not buying it. Eric cracks up. His wife's totally in the loop—they had this killer sex life back in the day, but kids flipped the script. She's out grinding all day, he's on full-time diaper duty, and poof, no time left for the fun stuff. So they cut a deal: each gets space to chase those urges and keep the spark alive. For him, wife's genius move? This NURU session, Eric wraps up with a cocky nod. Michele exhales, tension gone, and dives right in—time to roll. She guides him to the shower, steam curling up like a naughty invitation. Under the spray, she lathers him up, hands gliding everywhere. Eric jokes, warning her about his dad-bod flab. Michele bursts out laughing—no shame in that game, and damn, she digs dad-bods. Your family's winning the lottery with you, she adds. Michele never knew her old man, drops like a quiet bomb. Oof, that had to suck, Eric says, genuine. Yeah, but she hit the jackpot with her mom, Michele replies. Eric gets it—clear as day, that lady raised a pro. So damn attentive and caring. On her knees now, soaping his cock with slow, teasing strokes, Michele purrs that Mom drilled it in: be very, very attentive. Eric's dick springs to life, rock-hard and throbbing. He mutters a fake-sorry, all mock modesty—doesn't get out much, and a stunner like her? Instant boner city, he quips. Perks of dad life, I guess. Michele smirks—no apologies needed, that's the whole point of this gig. Hell, stay-at-home dads? Total turn-on for her. She keeps soaping his stiff shaft, grip firming up, loving every slick second. That kind of rock-solid devotion? Makes her wet just thinking about it. Her strokes ramp up, intense and hungry, and Eric's head lolls back, a low groan escaping—wife was dead right, this hits the spot like nothing else. 'Wife' snaps her back, that old doubt flickering, and she freezes mid-pump. 'You positive she's cool with this?' Michele asks, eyes sharp. Eric locks eyes, dead serious—hell yes, her brilliant idea, remember? Good enough for her. Michele stands tall, his cock still gripped tight in her fist, and announces he's squeaky clean. Massage time, big boy. Eric stretches out on the mat, and she drizzles that slippery NURU gel all over him, warm and gooey. She mounts up, body-sliding slow and sinful, skin on skin in a slippery grind. Minutes in, she checks in: stress levels dropping? Eric sighs, blissful—haven't spared a thought for the endless dad to-do list. Music to her ears. She keeps gliding, pressing her curves against his dick, teasing it rock-hard again. Her hand wraps around his cock, stroking with purpose as she swings a leg over, straddling his hips like she owns them. Being a dad? Brutal hustle, she murmurs. You deserve a proper... release. And with that, she sinks down, sliding his thick cock straight into her hot mouth, sucking deep and eager. Eric's always the giver, chasing everyone else's needs—but today? He's the king getting royally serviced.