” I stood at the sink peeling potatoes as Daphne put a pan of water on the stove and salted it.“That reminds me,” I said, “June just called.�...“So late? It’s already after five in New York.”“She works in all time zones and no one takes calls before ten, no matter where they are. Honey ... I’m not being renewed at the Festival.”“What? Are they crazy? You’ve got the lead in the Moliere and in The Winter’s Tale. Are they just kicking you out the door in the middle of a run?”“No. June says I’ll go on. I got as far up her inner thighs almost within striking distance of her pussy before she shut the whole thing down for fear of what I have no idea.Well fast forward to maybe or sixth or seventh year into our marriage and I walked in on a very pleasant surprise. It was the end of a long stressful work week for the both of us that combined with not having had sex for that entire week had her tense beyond what she’d experienced in God knows how long. I walked down the hall to our bedroom and heard. The rest of you is covered, satin sheets curving like rolling hills over your voluptuous body, blonde frizzy curls cascading over your face. Daylight has begun to light the room, but you are still asleep; only the foot looks ready for play. Hours ago I was sucking those toes as I gave you what you wanted, what you begged for. Now they just hang out in space, being adorable. Calling me.I sit down next to your foot and rub my hand along your sturdy thigh, the satin sheet in between. You stir,. Let your body relax, and then gently rock your hips back and forth."She did. "OH!" she exclaimed as I found my way into parts of her body that had never been touched before. "I've had girlfriends tell me about this, and they said their man 'rearranged their guts'. I think I understand now! It feels like you're in my fucking stomach." Her hips started rotating and her eyes rolled back into her head."You feel incredible," I grunted. My hands encouraged her hips to rise and fall as well as.