Husband's Free Pass

Eric Masterson walks into the massage parlor. Michele James stands behind the desk, watching him come in. He tells her he's late and explains the whole dad routine—dinner on the table before his wife gets home. Michele smiles and says that sounds stressful. He agrees. She tells him he picked the right spot if he needs to unwind, and he laughs that his wife thought the same thing when she booked this for him. She asks what package he got and he says a NURU massage. Her eyebrows lift. She wonders if his wife mixed up the booking. He says no mistake—his wife is progressive like that. Michele hesitates, then asks if he really knows what a NURU massage is. He smiles, tells her he does, and when she asks about his wife he laughs again—his wife knows exactly what it is. They used to fuck all the time, he explains, but once the kid came, everything stopped. No time left. They both agreed they needed to get their sex lives back, so now they give each other room to chase what they want. His wife decided a NURU would be the right move for him. Michele relaxes, nods, and leads him to the shower. In the stall she starts soaping him down. He jokes about his dad-bod. She laughs and says she likes them. His family’s lucky, she adds. She never knew her father. Eric says sorry, she shrugs that her mom more than made up for it. He tells her the woman taught her well—Michele is caring. She drops to her knees, working the soap over his cock, and says her mom always told her to be very, very attentive. His dick hardens fast. He mutters a half-apology. Doesn’t get out much, sees a woman like her, what’s he supposed to do. Michele keeps stroking, tells him no need to apologize, that’s the whole point, and being a stay-at-home dad is actually hot. The stroking gets firmer, his head tips back, he admits his wife was right—this feels good. At the word wife, Michele pauses mid-stroke and asks if he’s sure she’s okay with it. He reminds her it was her idea. Convinced, Michele stands, still holding his cock, and says he’s clean. Time for the table. Eric lies on the mat. She pours the thick NURU gel, then glides over him, slick tits dragging across his back, his sides, his cock. She asks how the stress feels now. He answers he hasn’t thought about any of it since he lay down. She smiles, slides along his shaft, then reaches under and starts stroking him. Dad duty is rough, she says, straddling his hips. He deserves some release. She sinks down, takes his cock into her mouth. Today the guy who takes care of everyone else is finally getting taken care of himself.