17 comments/ 78370 views/ 11 favorites A Long Long Wait By: iluvcreampie Writer's note: We've taken a few liberties, but this is our true story. We are forever grateful for all the assistance from meathead96, who so kindly edited this piece. * At that moment you could have knocked me over with a feather. Out of nowhere and moments after we had finished making love my wife of 30 years asked me if I still had a fantasy of her sleeping with another man. But why, 25+ years after first bringing up the subject and 20+ years after giving up on my fantasy ever becoming reality, was she bringing it up now? After stuttering a whispered "yes", I reminded her that my fantasy was to "watch" her with someone else. And then I asked, "And what resurrected this subject?" Deep down I had a feeling what the answer might be. Several years ago a medical condition required me to take a blood thinning medication for the rest of my life. Poor circulation and my medication made any erections difficult and maintaining one long enough to please my wife was impossible; and ED medications are strictly forbidden for my medical situation too. We had long given up trying conventional sex and had settled on oral sex for her and masturbation for me. Her long silence caused me to ask a question. "Do you miss having a dick inside of you?" "A little bit," she said. "I have tried to be happy with oral sex, playing with toys or masturbating but I've really missed having regular sex during the last year." I was no longer lying on my back, and now I was on my side with my elbow to the mattress and my hand supporting my head. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling for fear I thought; she likely couldn't express her feelings if she looked directly at me. She continued, "I was OK the first year, but I've been missing it more and more since then, and the last year has been really difficult Tom. I have never been with anyone but you and I know I've always told you I'd never do something like this, even though it was your fantasy, but for some reason I can't get the idea out of my mind." Sheepishly she turned her head toward me for the first time, looking from the corner of her eyes to gauge my reaction. I didn't want her to feel too uncomfortable after sharing this with me so I quickly leaned towards her and kissed her as passionately as I could, for as long as I could. Even as shocked as I was I knew that maybe, just maybe my fantasy had life after all and I certainly did not want her to feel badly about herself. Mel, short for Melody, has been my wife and life companion for 30 years; we have been through all of life's ups and downs, but together we have weathered the storm. And for a woman in her mid-50's she still looked great. A curvy size 12, she stood 5'8" tall and had the most perfect set of 38D's I've ever seen. She was definitely aging well in most anyone's book and I am still excited anytime another man finds her attractive too. When our kiss finally broke Mel said, "Please don't get your hopes too high Tom. I know I could not sleep with someone else if you were there; at least not the first time. And I don't think I could be like the wives in the stories you used to read to me; the ones that have sex with strangers. But I think I would like to go on a date with someone, get to know them and see what happens. Is that too weird Tom?" "It is not weird to want sex dear; it is a healthy, normal thing. I'm just sorry I can't give that to you anymore. Whatever you decide is fine by me. All I ask is to know that you are safe, that we will remain OK and to hear about it afterwards...... Agreed?" "Yes," she said. "I will be safe and I won't do anything to jeopardize us. And I promise to tell you as much as I can...... I love you." "Love you too dear." Strangely during the next day, Sunday, the previous night's discussion did not come up. Also strange that day was nothing felt awkward between us. It was just another average Sunday of breakfast at home and a relaxing day around the house. The subject did keep running through my mind however. How would we find someone to whom she would be attracted to and what did she mean by "date"? But I was not going to raise my questions until she started the conversation. And that happened after dinner on Tuesday night. Mel joined me on the sofa and said, "Honey, can we talk again? I have been thinking about Saturday night again and I want to be sure you know how much I love you. It is not your fault that I am feeling the way I'm feeling. I won't do anything if it is going to make you upset, but can we try to find someone?" The "we" did not escape my attention, so again I tried to be as encouraging as possible. "Honey, I think you should do this. Do you have someone in mind or would you like some help finding someone?" I asked. "I don't have anyone in mind, but I think we should just let it happen naturally. You know, just meet someone when we are out or at a party or something and let things progress from there. If we looked for someone on the internet I fear their expectations would be too high and I don't want to rush this. I don't want to feel slutty or bad about myself if we do this." "We should do this however you want to do this, sweets," I said. "I think we can make this fun. Maybe we should start going out more again; possibly resurrect our Friday night date night." Her head was nodding up and down in obvious agreement so I continued, "Maybe some dancing would make you feel more comfortable." "Good idea. It would I think," she said. "OK, let's plan on meeting Friday night after work. We can have a few appetizers, a glass of wine and some dancing; we'll just see what happens," I said. It appeared we had a plan and I loved the liberal use of the word we. She was looking at this as something for us, not just herself, and I was going to do anything I could do to facilitate that. All this planning had even brought a bit of life to my groin. But by Friday morning our plans started to fall apart. Mel sent me a text that morning; an old business colleague of hers who is also a friend of ours was in town and wanted to meet that night. I sent a text back to her asking the time and place, figuring our date night was put on hold for another week. But the rest of the morning passed and then moved into later afternoon, yet still no response had come. That was not unusual with all the meetings Mel could have in a day. Finally at 5pm I sent a second text asking her where and when we were meeting our friend Al. Her response at 6:30pm gave me a chill. It read "Sry been busy 2 day. Mtg Al at 7. I'll text later." All of the sexual discussions must have sent my mind into overdrive. A time, but no place? Obviously she was meeting him alone. She wouldn't, would she? Naw, it was just my overactive mind and nothing sexual would happen with such a dear, old friend like Al. She wouldn't pick someone who was that close to us. Or would she? Another text came after their cocktail hour meeting had started "Al says Hi. U guessed he's my choice? Last chance u sure? Respd b4 8p". OMG, she had chosen Al. No discussion, now warning and no "we". She had chosen a friend of more than twenty years to be the second person in her lifetime that she'd make love to. I was mad, hurt and anything but excited at that moment, but one thing I had learned in life was restraint of tongue and pen. Don't overreact; give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts and avoid saying or writing something you'd regret later. I sat on our front porch for a moment with my thoughts and to plan my response. I didn't want to wait too long, but what was my best response? And as I began thinking about her instead of me it became clear; I knew my wife well enough to know she could not do this with a stranger and she needed to have romance involved. I texted back, "yes im sure. i love you. enjoy your night." Moment's later Mel sent a text, "love you too. not sure what he'll say. text u more later." Wow, it had started; I wasn't sure that I had prepared myself for this, or at least in this way. I received one more text about 10pm; "great dinner. flirting with him; hes not sure what 2 do yet i think. but we going to a dance club now. good sign. sweet dreams." My wife of 30 years was now a Hotwife? For some reason I hadn't thought of the prospect quite that way before; or it had not transferred from my fantasy, but that was my reality now. And how long would it be before I knew what had happened? I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, but awoke to the sound of Mel coming home at 2:30am. Quietly she came into our bedroom, undressed and slipped into bed. When I asked her how her night was she apologized for waking me and said she was really tired, asking if we could talk in the morning. Lord I was pissed. After all this waiting I had to wait until morning? But I said nothing and finally told her I loved her and we'd talk tomorrow. Geez, this was nothing like my fantasy, yet I knew we had to do this her way. By morning I was a real mess. Actually I was a mess before too, but now I was a really big mess!! I had been downstairs for a while when I finally heard her stir upstairs and I must have looked like a begging puppy dog when I joined her with coffee, juice, blueberries and yogurt. I lay down next to her as she propped herself up and thanked me for serving her breakfast. "Well, you've waited long enough; thank you for that honey," she said. "You are still the only man I've slept with Tom. We didn't have sex last night." I don't know if I was more relieved or disappointed at that moment, but at least the suspense was over. Mel continued, "We had a nice time catching up with each other and during dinner I began flirting with Al; touching him and the like. He seemed a bit puzzled at first. But you know Al, he's really direct, and he finally asked me if I knew what I was doing and if I really wanted to go down that path." "Tom, I did tell him you knew what I was doing and explained why; I hope that was OK. But he wasn't sure whether we should be doing this. I asked him if we could at least go dancing and maybe just see where things went from there, which he did agreed to, but he still seemed a bit shocked." "It was at the dance club when things between us started to get comfortable again. We had only danced to the faster songs and we still weren't talking about anything sexual, when Al suddenly seemed to relax again. We were seated at the bar when leaned over and started to whisper in my ear." Now for the first time since Friday morning I was getting excited. I knew this story she was telling did not end with them having sex, but the excitement of what they were doing finally reached me. And Mel was beginning to revel in her story telling too. She set aside her breakfast tray and looked at me for the first time as she continued. "Tom, Al told me he had thought about having sex with me before; how he did want me and how much I turned him on. He then put his hand on the inside of my thigh while he told me if we were going to do this we should do this right. Al said he wanted to make the night special for both of us if we did this and he suggested we continue our night out, but that we wait until tomorrow night before we had sex." "Honey, I felt so hot while he was touching me and whispering to me. I was melting quickly and had that tingle you feel as a young girl when someone makes you feel special. You know I love that feeling." I did, but now I had an angst feeling. My fantasy always centered on the sex and she was talking about emotions and how another man gave her that feeling. But I had also come to the conclusion that my wife had to have the emotional tie if she was going to do this. Her closeness and friendship with Al was an asset, not a liability and slowly my angst turned back to excitement. "Honey, he said he wanted me to go home tonight and sleep on it to be sure, since the friendship between the three of us would be forever changed. And if I still wanted this tomorrow, he would make this as special as he could, and as special as I deserved. He then kissed me for the first time Tom. I kissed another man, does that excite you?" I rubbed my groin against her thigh, allowing her to feel the life her storytelling was bringing to my cock. She smiled, saying, "OK, but I need to tell you something else Al said." "After we danced again and kissed at times, we spent the rest of the evening acting like a couple of long lost lovers. He thanked me for a great night, but said that if I called him in the morning and said yes, I'd like to go out tomorrow night, I need to understand of couple of things. First he said we would just take the night as it came, no expectations. Secondly, I would need to emotionally leave you at home as much as possible and do my best to make the evening his and ours. And thirdly he wanted our "date" to be a continuation of the evening we had just had, so he asked that you and I not do anything sexually until Sunday. Is that OK Tom?" "As long as I know you are coming home to me dear, everything is OK," I said. "Your night sounded so hot. You must have been able to cut the sexual tension with a knife." "You could.", then Mel asked, "But how was your night?" WOW, how was I going to handle that question? She sensed my nervousness I think, but I told her I was OK when I was able to keep my mind busy. But watching TV or reading didn't do that and I would need to find something to do tonight if she was going out with Al. "Why don't you go to the baseball game tonight?" After a pause she continued, "If you went to the game you'd have to leave at 3 o'clock, right?" "Probably more like 2," I said, thinking that it was already 11am since Mel had slept in late. "Please, go to the game tonight; don't stay at home. And I think I'd like to spend today by myself getting ready for tonight. Honey, I think I'd like to get my nails done and go look for a new dress maybe. I am so excited about tonight and I don't want to disappoint Al, so I will go out and pamper myself for a while, until you leave for your ballgame. Then I'll come home and get ready for my date." "Doesn't this sound so hot?" she asked with such excitement in her voice. "I need to go call Al." My wife almost leapt from our bed as she went to retrieve her cell phone and call her lover to be. WOW, this was actually going to happen. Part of me was still in disbelief; my wife was going on a date with a dear friend of ours and would likely have sex with only the second man in her life before she returned home. If I had read that in years past I would have been masturbating like a madman. But I was quickly discovering the reality of this was unlike the stories I had read in many ways. The angst ran higher and the emotions were rawer, but I could not show any of that to my wife. Regardless of my current feeling, I kissed her passionately as she left for her pampering and hoped at some point the excitement would set in. Try as I could, no one was available on such a short notice to go to the ballgame with me. So I showered, changed and started my 2 hour drive to the ol' ballpark. Being in my own mind at this point wasn't really working too well. A surprise text did change my mood however. Seeing it was from Mel, I pulled off the interstate and opened the first of two messages she had just sent. The first was a cell phone picture of my wife wearing a black cocktail dress, obviously taken in a store dressing room. And the second was from the same location, but she was in a red dress this time and it had the message "think al like the black or red better?" Again, a touch of angst, but it passed with the thought that she was seeking my opinion. The black was a standard cocktail dress, not unlike several already in her closet. The red however looked classy, but was something she would not have bought in the past because it was "too sexy" to wear out with friends. I responded, "red" and with that the excitement started to increase. Lord, this was a real roller coaster ride. While I was getting something do drink before returning to the road, I was playing her night out in my head; dinner, wine, dancing, sex. Then I suddenly realized she'd likely be very, very tired afterwards. I wanted her next to me as soon as possible when she was done, but I also knew that I didn't want her driving home tired either. Before resuming my travels I sent Mel a message, "stay the night. don't want u driving tired and after drinking. Be safe love u see u in morning". Her return "ok luv u 2" message was the last contact I had with her. Now it was just me and my mind. Oh Boy!! Part Two A note from Mel lay sat prominently on the kitchen counter when I returned from the ballgame. Her message was simple; "Smith's pool party at 2p Sunday. Will meet you there. XXOO Mel". I had forgotten all about that. Holy crap, I actually had to wait until Sunday night to know what had happened. To all the guys out there whom were present the first time your wife/girlfriend was with another or had her return to your bed later that night, I envy you. I looked at my watch and realized I had another 12 hours before the pool party; and likely another 15 hours before I'd hear Mel tell me about her experience. Yet as slow as time moved, I did manage to get some sleep before I reached the hour that I'd finally see my wife. Again, this was a far more gut-wrenching experience than my fantasy had been. Two o'clock did finally come and I arrived at the party before Mel. I mingled and acted as naturally as I could; I don't think anyone noticed anything. And I seemed to handle the question of where Mel was; at least well enough that no one seemed to question my answer. And then THE moment came. Mel entered as I was seated poolside with another couple. God she looked hotter than I'd ever seen her; at least that is what I saw. She was actually in an ensemble that is similar to ones she has worn at these parties before, but somehow her walk was different and I felt a different energy from her. As she reached me, she gave me a peck-on-the-cheek and joined the conversation. From the moment I saw my wife, before knowing a single detail of her night, I knew all would be well. To this day I can't explain that feeling of seeing her for the first time. But I do know the doubt, angst, depression, jealousy and any other negative emotions I had felt since this all started on Friday morning had left me. And for the first time I felt like this was red, red hot. Finally there was a moment when Mel and I were alone! And she wasted no time in asking me if she looked different, while dangling her anklet for me to notice. Years and years ago I had bought her several anklets and gave them to her when I would buy her a new swimsuit for some special vacation we would be taking. The anklets always were worn for that one vacation, but would never been seen or worn afterwards. And here she was, flashing one of them before me, I guessed to signal she was a different woman. "Hot," I said. "Let's get out of here." "Slow down big boy," she warned. "We'll get to that soon." We were only at the party for a few hours, which not too surprisingly seemed to drag on much longer, before we finally were on our way home. God was I excited. I raced into the house behind Mel, again like a puppy seeking a treat. Within minutes we were soon both naked in our marital bed and at long last the time had come. Mel snuggled next to me and asked if I was ready to hear about her night, as she start rubbing my semi-hard cock. "God yes," I responded. "Tom, it was incredible. After I bought the red dress that you helped me pick out, I went home and spent a couple of hours getting ready for my date. Doesn't that sound so funny dear; me getting ready for a date at my age? Anyway, I did my best to look great for Al and I don't think he was disappointed either. We met at that romantic place on the waterfront. And we immediately resumed our flirting; a continuation of our Friday night just as Al had asked. A Long Long Wait "Dinner was wonderful, romantic and that special feeling was with me again Tom. We dined, shared a bottle of wine and then took a walk along the waterfront before we returned to our cars. I suggested I meet him at his hotel since it was only a few blocks away, but Al told me he didn't think his room was a special enough place for this and he had rented another room for the night. He assured me my car would be safe there and I joined him in his car." "You know about the couples cottages near the old estates we've talked about visiting some time? Al had rented a room there; it is such a beautiful place. Al checked us in, but before we went to our cottage we walked through the flower garden, lit only by the moonlight. I felt so, so right about this honey; everything was perfect." I was hanging on her every word and as much as I wanted her to get to the "good stuff", I also knew how important this part of the night was to her. Al had known she needed to be romanced and I knew she needed to share this with me too. She continued, "We walked to our cottage and Al unlocked our door, but allowed me to enter first. It was beautiful. The room looked as stunning as the pictures we have seen, plus Al had the staff prepare our cottage while we were on our walk too. There was white wine chilling, a cheese & fruit tray, a box of chocolates on the bed side table and a group of candles illuminated the dressing area." "We stood kissing in the center of this wonderful setting, when Al asked if I'd like to shower with him. I was a little scared, but everything seemed so perfect. As I started to reach for the zipper of my dress Al asked me to allow him to undress me. He kissed and held me as he unzipped my dress and kissed my body as he pulled it over my head. Inch by inch he kissed each part of my body as he removed another piece of clothing." "When I was naked before him, he asked me to finish removing his shirt, which was hanging loose on him by this point. I did and then let him guide my hand to undo his belt buckle. Al sensed my nervousness now and kissed me deeply while my left hand undid his belt and pants, and continued kissing me until I heard his pants drop to the floor. Still guiding my hand, he had me rub the sides of his silk shorts before he removed them." "Honey, when I finally opened my eyes again I saw what a beautiful body Al has. I knew he always had a nice build, but somehow it looked even more perfect at that moment. Are you OK honey? This is the kind of detail you want, right?" she asked. I put my hand to hers and squeezed it around my cock; a cock that had not been that hard in a very long time. She got my non-verbal message, smiled and said, "Ohhh, you do like this don't you." "Honey, I loved running my hands over his strong, black chest. The stark contrast was so beautiful; my white hands against his black body. Al surprised me when he scooped me up and carried me to the walk- in shower. We spent a long time soaping, kissing and fondling each other." Mel stopped stroking my cock and brought my hand towards her pussy at that point. She didn't guide it to her clit or lips, but rather to her pubic mound, which I could feel was now bare. "He shaved me honey. Al asked me if I had ever been shaved, and when I told him no he suggested tonight should be the first time for that. I hope you like it; Al loved shaving me." God was this hot!!! "We dried each other and then he carried me to bed; I was soooo wet and soooo ready by this point. But Al didn't rush things at all. He kissed me all over, caressed me, held me and fondled me more and more. And when he went down on me I just exploded. I came so, so hard; I thought I was going to pass out actually. It was such an incredible and intense orgasm honey." Now that angst feeling returned; her words were the knife and they were cutting my insides. But it quickly left too. Maybe I was learning something about myself here too. "As soon as I came Al rolled over and brought me with him, on top of him with his strong arms. I supported myself by placing my hand on his chest while my butt rested on his groin. I can't explain it, but the sight of my hands against his black chest was such a turn on. Anyway, Al asked me if I was ready for some of his cock. I was, but I was a bit scared too; he is bigger that you and I wasn't sure I could take to much after such a long time." "He said we would go slow, and the way he had paced this so far I trusted him not to hurt me. Al guided my hand to his cock honey and together we placed it near my pussy. Slowly he moved upward until just his head popped in. God, he was really big and I was really tight; it hurt, but I bit my lip until the pain subsided and the pleasure returned. I don't know how long it took, but he spent a very long time, entering me inch by inch." "We started to increase our movement a bit more as I started to fit his size. Al told me to look down and see how beautiful he looked inside of me, and I did. It was beautiful; his black cock inside my white pussy. After so, so long honey it felt so good. But I saw I only had very little of him in me and told him I didn't think I could take anymore. He said that was OK and told me how good it felt to be inside of me." "I'm not sure how long any of this took, but we moved positions several time after I came while riding him, until finally he laid me down and moved his big, beautiful black body back and forth and his cock moved in and out. It was an incredible sight and feeling honey. I was still only able to take half of him at best, but he was moving faster and faster, and soon we both came together. It was incredible Tom; again I almost passed out from my orgasm, plus I had the intensity of him shooting inside of me.' "It was such a special experience. I knew I needed a cock in me, but I never expected something this wonderful." By now I couldn't hold back any longer and I guided her hand to the most intense orgasm I've had in some time. We shared that now; intense orgasms. We both rested for a bit and I sensed she was tired. When I asked her if she was, she said she had not slept much and could use a nap, but she wanted to be sure that she wasn't cheating me of my experience. "There's more?" I asked, as she smiled and said, "Yes there is. Can I nap and then finish the story?" "Of course dear," I said. "I love you". She responded with a sleeping, "You too", and was napping inside of minutes. God was that hot. I had a bunch of questions, but this was her story to tell and I didn't want to interrupt her flow by badgering her. I slowly drifted off too; despite my mind being in overdrive until I awoke to my wife's hand rubbing my chest. "Hey sleepy head; you must have not gotten too much rest either. How was your night?" "Ballgame, a bit of sleep and lots of wondering what you two were doing," I laughed. "I needed a nap because of that orgasm I just had. Now, after all of that you two still weren't done?" "No honey. Are you sure you want to know all of this?" she asked. "You are OK with hearing all of this?" I told her I was, but also explained, in hopes that she would understand better where I was at. "My dear wife of 30 years just had an incredible experience and I want to know all about it. You would tell me everything if you'd taken a vacation by yourself wouldn't you?" "Yea, I would," she said. "But doesn't some of this bother you? How good I felt or that I was with someone else?" I assured her I was fine and loved every minute of this weekend. A white lie maybe, but she didn't need to know that right now. "Well, we did have sex again. Actually two more times before we finally went to sleep. After the first time we had some wine, fruit and conversation before we started again. Al was so sweet and loving. I did manage to take a little bit more of him, but he was very careful and made sure I was OK. And after we rested again Al asked me if I wanted one more go at it before we went to sleep. I was really surprised that he could keep going like that. Oh, I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't have said that." "I'm OK," I reminded her. "Let gets something out in the open here. Al just gave you the only sex you've had in years. And from the sounds of things, the best sex you've ever had. EVER!! Plus, he's bigger too. There, does that cover all the elephants in the room?" She laughed. "Ok. I just don't want to hurt you." "Tell me, was it the best sex you've ever had?" Mel was silent for a moment and managed a semi-silent, "Yes it was. I didn't know it could be that good." "See, I'm still here. I am not going anywhere, so it is OK to say it. Say it to me and out loud to yourself." "I love you so much Tom. It was the most incredible night of my life and Al made me feel like I've never felt before. I love you more than life itself, but I so, so needed this and got more than I could have ever hoped for." There it was; no more elephant. "I love you too honey. Now please go on. I want to know every detail?" "OK," she said. "We did have sex a third time, but it didn't last too long. I was really getting sore despite all the lube Al had been using. When we finished I kissed him and thanked him for a wonderful night. As I was going to sleep honey he spooned me and kissed the back of my neck while I drifted off." "I had no comprehension of time last night, but we awoke about 8. Before we showered together, Al suggested I take a picture of my shaved pussy and send it to you. What did you think when you got that?" "I loved the look, but at that moment I thought you were a tease. Remember I still had 6 more hours before I saw you in person. I'm sorry; it was hot and thank you." "So this was difficult on you," she said. "At times, but I love you so much; you needed and deserved this," I said. "So you showered together again?" "Yes, we did. And then we went back to bed one more time. This time I was more aggressive and Al really liked that. I was more verbal too he told me afterwards. I actually gave him oral sex Tom. I couldn't get much of him in my mouth, but I did try. And even though I was sore I used a lot of lube and rode his cock like I was riding a horse. I was telling him how much I loved his big black cock and that really got him going." "He asked me if I was hooked on his cock yet and I told him I was; that I didn't want this to end. And then I told him to flip me over and try to give me all of his cock. He wanted to make sure I was ready and I told him to just do it. That I had to know what his whole cock felt like. He flipped me over Tom and rubbed his cock up and down on my lips, teasing me. I told him to stop it and fuck me, but he persisted and finally told me to ask again." "I want all of you in me Al, all of that black cock." "If I give you all of this black cock then this is my pussy. You ready for that?" "It already is your pussy, now fuck me." "And then he started fucking me hard. Not so hard he could hurt me, but hard. It hurt like hell a few times; a lot of the time actually, but I took it all eventually. And after a while it was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had. And I loved the visual too; his black cock disappearing into me and back out again. I was so incredibly full and came over, and over and over again. When Al finally exploded in me it was a feeling like I've never had before either. His cum shooting into me sent a rush through my whole body" "We didn't have much time before check out time, so Al suggested he shower alone this time. I laughed, but also knew he was right. I just could not keep my hands off of him. I was laying in the used, wet, dirty sheets while I was admiring his beautiful black body through the glass shower walls; that is when I knew I not only needed this experience, but I needed to be with Al again." "I can tell," I said. Again some angst, but I now knew that would become a standard part of this. "How long is he here for?" "Until Wednesday morning." Mel answered. My fantasy of watching my Hotwife has collided with the reality of the current situation. What is making it work for us so far is how happy this has made my wife. Happy wife; happy life.