Get up and make some coffee.

Deciding to get up, I take my medicine for blood pressure and walk into the kitchen. To my pleasant surprise, there is half a pot of hot coffee there waiting for me. I look over and see Sandra sitting in the dark, with a cup of coffee in her hands. I pour myself a cup, and while still in my underwear, go and sit across from her.

"Morning... you're up early... or still up from last night. You ok?"

She gives me a look that should explain everything, which I understand that it has to do with her husband. "Not really."

I look at her and see that she's wearing just a pair of booty shorts and a cami with no bra. "Wanna talk? or just have some company?"

She then proceeds to start talking, more venting, about how her husband is being selfish and making bad choices including not complimenting her, blaming her, and wanting one sided sexual gratification.

"You should be complimented, hon. You're beautiful."

"Well I don't really feel it right now."

"Sandra... it's me... You know how I feel about you."

She pauses and looks up from her coffee at me, "Yeah..."

"Even though I'm married to your mom, I still think about you those ways..."

"Really? I didn't know..."

"So it hurts to see you not feel beautiful, or sexy, or appreciated. When you are, still, the most beautiful woman I know." I make her blush dark enough that even with low light I can see and she looks back down into her cup of coffee.

"What about my saggy tits? My tummy?" She asks as she cups her tits that hang after having 4 kids.

"I still wanna see them..." I smile as I look right at her tits, not hiding my gaze.