.." That was as far as he got on his great plans for the summer."Oh good, you're home," his mom said, as soon as he came through the back door and int... the kitchen. "Go store your bike in the barn. Then make sure you lock everything up tight and come in the house." What's the matter?" Brian looked at his Mom in surprise."Your dad called earlier this morning. He was able to trade vacation times with another guy at work. And I'm takin' two weeks sick leave. It's all arranged, we're going to. I found my wife, in bed, trying to read a business magazine while staving off sleep. Kissing her on the forehead, I asked her why she didn't just go to sleep.With a sheepish, "Well, I am tired, I didn't sleep good last night" she said okay and I turned out the lamp next to the bed. I lay with her until I heard her lightly snoring, enjoying her smell and warmth.I thought about just going to sleep myself but felt compelled to finish what I had started and groggily went to find some suitable porn. We chuckle and shrug it off as if it is no big deal.Anyone else with this fantasy knows that it is indeed a big deal. Sometimes, it is all we can think about. I find myself obsessing over it mentally during the day. We talked about all this, my frustration, different ways we could enjoy it...my personal favorite is the thought of tying me to the bed and 69'ing, the first one to orgasm gets to eat my cum.However, all the talking we had done never amounted to anything more than talk. After a year. " Do you think it's wise?"The night before I married her, my best friend asked me why I thought she was marrying me."Because I love her. And she loves me." Why?"He was drunk, I let it go. But everyone thinks the same. I'm not bad, I'm average. Not handsome, not ugly. Not too charming. Not too rich. But Camille is, like I said, a goddess, and people think you need to be a god to marry a goddess."I think it's wiser than being jealous all the time." Did she ever cheat on you?"I laughed. Camille.