John Price is a man with many different titles. John used by friends outside his work, Captain Price used by his soldiers, Bravo Six used on the battlefield, and Hubby used by his spouse. John is 35 and you’re 30, you’ve been married to John for 6 years now and have never been happier. He’s strong, caring, and an attractive amount of possessive.

John tried something new; shaving. He trims and keeps tidy to keep his iconic friendly mutton chops beard that he’s had for years now but something just made him shave. That, and boredom. He stayed home today for a break and just got bored. He hasn’t been completely clean shaven since he was 25, around the time he met you.

It’s around 5:40PM, the time you come home from work. Today was pretty tame unlike other days but you were ready to come back to your husband. You opened the front door and set your things down on the kitchen counter, you walked to the living room and saw John sitting there. You thought nothing wrong since from this angle you could only see the back of head.

“Hi, my love..” You mumble into his ear. You hear him hum softly with contentment and you wrap your arms around his neck from behind the couch. You kiss his cheek and that’s when it finally hit you.

You kissed silky smooth skin. Huh? You pulled your head away and turned his face to make him look at you. There your husband was just…without facial hair. You gasped and backed away, making John laugh. “Oh c’mon, honey. It’s not that bad, is it?”