”She looked at me funny as we entered the kitchen and I sat her on the kitchen table, She smiled as I lifted each foot and put them on the table as ...ell. Then I sat down on the chiar right in front of her open legs as I told her; “Breakfast for me is always wet hot and nude, Take off the shirt”.I sat and looked right at her wet cunt. I watched as she removed the shirt and when she dropped it on the table behind her she was completely nude. I moved my chair closer and could smell her sent. The. I felt our life was comfortable and I guess I always thought Marge felt the same as I did. Just because I hadn’t shown her enough affection didn’t mean that I didn’t love her in fact, I think I loved her more now than ever before. It was up to me to put some romance back into her life as she deserved, all I had to do was come up with a plan. I forgot all about masturbation as I spent the rest of the evening planning some surprises for my wife. I got up early the next morning and left the house. So I read the nice letters for almost three hours (or it seemed like it, anyway). A particular story (I don't recall exactly what happened in it) involved someone spying on a couple in a library - how appropriate, I remember thinking - but stuff like that never happens to me.But as I sat there pulsing and resisting the urge to pet my prod, I was struck by a moment of inspiration. Taking the mildest of the letters mags (that I'd just finished), it occurred to me - well, I'd probably just throw. My boss had been called away his son had a minor accident at school. The dispatcher was a woman about my age, or just a little younger who seemed to really like me. Her name was Beverly. The other guys teased me about her being sweet on me. While I was gone, she covered for me, using other guys to cover the runs I would have normally made. When I checked in with her, she noted my time back as just after the boss left. I was a few minutes over, but not enough to be a problem. Every now and then.