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I love my wife. I have for the past sixteen years. That's the best way to start this story, I love my wife. I love the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she smells. I love everything about her. I just wish that sometimes we were able to express that love physically more often. The other night we went to bed at the normal hour, around 11:30, as usual. After all these years you seem to get into a comfortable routine, and things just happen when they do. We were both tired and said our goodnights. The kiss I received was the typical goodnight kiss. It told me she loved me also but that she wanted nothing more that to drop off to sleep. She has confided in me that yes, though she was still interested in sex, it's just that with the kids, bills, etc. the act of love was probably the last thing on her mind. I have to admit that it was the same for me. Lately, I seem to have trouble falling asleep, no matter how tired I am. I have been known to just lie there, desperately waiting to sleep before having to face the coming day. This was one of those nights. I could not fall asleep no matter how hard I wished it. As I lay there watching the darkness, waiting for daybreak, I thought I heard my wife stir. She is the type that once she is out; she is out, so I assumed she was dreaming. Again I lay there waiting. Again, I heard her. This time it was more defined. It was a slight moan. "Wow!" I thought, "It looks like one of us is going to get some." As I lay there listening, I noticed something else. A soft, gentle, wet sound. This was not just her dreaming. Her breathing was more a mix of stifled moans and quiet gasps. I could tell that she thought I was asleep and she was trying not to wake me. My mind started ...

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