A wedding surprise

Curtis

I had three meetings back-to-back but I couldn’t focus on any of them. My mind kept wandering to what I imagined Angelica’s face would look like when she found out she was going to get waxed. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would ever think about having a bikini wax, let alone get one on her wedding day.

My phone flooded with text messages and I burst into laughter. I knew she was exploding in anger.

When the meeting finally ended, I gave her a call.

“You despicable maniac!” She growled on the other end. I could picture her cheeks flushed in rage. Angering my wife-to-be was way too much fun.

“How does your pussy feel, Mrs. Arciero?” I taunted.

“Don’t you fucking call me that! Thanks to you, I feel naked.”

I tipped my head back in laughter. “You were going to be naked one way or another tonight. It’s simply a matter of it happening earlier.” That would teach her not to defy me. And now, for the hardest part. “You can spend the next hour doing whatever you wa