My Wife's Best Friend

MWBF 187

Michael

I got out the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist.

"Why does she have so many products?" Adrian asked, knocking some off.

"She's a girl. Pick those up before I get blamed."

He did as I said and laughed.

"The misses going to be on your case?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "You know it."

I took a step and stepped on something sharp. I hit my toe on the counter corner side and slipped.

Adrian caught me and we were face to face. The door opened and Nicole stood there.

"What the hell did I just walk into?" She questioned.

"We were in the middle of something." He leaned in to kiss me and my eyes widened. He smirked and let me go.

I rubbed my arm and groaned.

"You asshole." I muttered and got up. Him and Nicole laughed and I walked, well limped out. I put on my boxers and pajama pants.

"I'll catch you guys later. Mike, don't be a grouch." Adrian said.

I waved him off and he left.

Nicole climbed in the bed and sat on my lower back (He's laying on his stomach.).

I groaned and she massaged it.

I'm very tight in that area from standing so long at work.

"Right there. Ahh." I moaned, softly.

And I talk about her, when I gives her massages.

She continued to give me my massage until I dozed off.