No one.

As you're about to pick up the phone, you notice the clock beside your bed. 5:00 a.m. You think this must be a joke. You nor your wife ever get up until 6:00 a.m.

A laugh escapes your wife. "Sorry, I woke you so earlier, but I was a little excited."

You fall back into your reclining position and stare at her. "Five o'clock," you mutter. "Damn, you must be really horny this morning."

A smirk crosses her face as she squeezes your balls. "I am. And I need some more."

You process all that slowly, but you find that you like all the calculations that your brain works out.

"Well, we have another hour before we need to decide about work," you grin as she keeps licking and massaging your dick.

"U-huh." Her reply.

"What you want to do now?" You ask, not wanting to ruin the moment.

She sighs and looks up at you. "Whatever. I just want to play."

Play. She has said the magic words. That means she is very horny this morning. Which means she will do just about anything. It also means you better memorialize this.

"Okay," you say. "How about we finish up those pictures for the internet site? We need to post them by tomorrow to get into that contest. No better time than now."

A smirk plays across her face. "You think this is going to be good, don't you?"

A laugh erupts from you. "Hell, yeah!"

She joins in the laughter but nods. "Get the camera. Lets make some post pics."

With that you are out of bed and across the room to where the digital camera is sitting, and like that, you are back at the bed. Your wife is lying there on her side, looking up at you.

"So what's the first shot, Mr. Cameraman?" she asks.