Somethings are different and some are the same.

I woke up to my wife licking my cock and balls. I smiled as I looked down at her. She popped my dick out of her mouth, smiling back.

"I thought I would wake you up with a nice surprise since you blew my mind last night..." she said.

"Well, it is much appreciated! I take it that you liked it. I was a little worried because you were kind of out of it towards the end of things." I joked.

"Oh my God, babe, if I had known it could have been this good, I think it's all I would want to do! You know whats best for my body!" She moaned. When she said that, her eyes got a little glassy, and it mirrored what I had said to her last night, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Well, I am game anytime you want a repeat performance; I really loved eating your pussy." I teased.

"I really love it when you eat my pussy," she moaned again with that far-away look in her eyes. When her eyes focused again, she got a mischievous look on her face and plunged her mouth down, taking my length completely in her mouth. I just moaned and laid back, letting her finish me off with an intense blowjob, and swallowed my load, topping it off with a little kiss on the head of my cock before bouncing up to make breakfast. God, I love Saturday.

So after emptying my bladder and hopping in the shower, I walked into the kitchen to see two plates of eggs, bacon, and English muffins waiting for me, with my lovely wife pouring me a big glass of orange juice before handing it to me.

"Thank you so much, sweetie; you didn't have to go through all this trouble this morning! You already gave me a nice surprise."

"Don't worry about it!" she said.

We started to chat about what happened at work this week and our immediate families, if we had talked to them, and how they were doing. She got a weird look on her face and changed the subject, running her hands through her hair like she does when she is nervous.

"Honey, what do you think about Stacy from work?" She said this as she looked down at her coffee. This caused my eye brow to raise...

"What do you mean? She's great! We have lots of fun with her, and I have always been so grateful that you two kept up your friendship even though you don't see each other as much as you used to."

"I don't mean like that; I mean, do you...do you th..think she is pretty?" She choked out.

Now, I feel that most guys have an inborn ability to sense danger. I could immediately sense I was being tested when the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Signaling that I had just entered the lion's cage, I knew my wife could spot a lie pretty easily, so I had to be tactful with my answer.

"Babe, I don't know why you're asking me all of a sudden, but yes, of course Stacy is attractive, but she isn't you, and she isn't interested in me like that either, if that's what you're worried about." I said, watching her response.

"I know she has an amazing ass; even I have noticed that. You're saying if we weren't together, you wouldn't be interested in her?"

"I can't say what I would do in this bizzaro world you're talking about, because if you weren't in the picture, I never would have met her in the first place, but is she physically attractive? Sure, but once again, I have you, and that is no comparison. You love me for my goofy ass, and I love you for yours. I wouldn't have it any other way." I finished.

My wife had a thoughtful look on her face. She turned back to me, smiled, and said, "So you find Stacy attractive, but because my awesome goofy ass is here, you're not interested in jumping her bones? Do I have that right?"

Rolling my eyes, I just said "more or less" with a sigh.