(https://cdn.xl.thumbs.canstockphoto.com/portrait-of-a-smiling-man-35-years-in-the-park-stock-images_csp24361450.jpg)<br/><br/>Chris Callington, a somewhat successful real estate agent for the past 10 years, pulled into the driveway and open garage of their modest middle class home at the end of the quiet neighborhood cul-d'sac, parking his SUV and grabbing his golf bag and shoes, having enjoyed an early morning round of golf with a few of his buddies as a relaxing way to kick off his 35th Birthday.  Placing the golf gear in the corner, he locked the SUV and entered into the house through the garage, wearing his light blue short sleeve golf polo and tan UnderArmor Golf shorts.  He was a bit fatigued, from one to many beers as well as the bright and scorching Florida sun.<strong>"Honey!?....Babe? I'm Home"</strong>he called out, not seeing his wife Nichole , assuming she was up in the bedroom.  Looking at his watch, it was just past 2:00 PM, as his stomach reminded him he was way over due for lunch with a loud grumble, easily deciding he would make a ham and cheese sandwich to hold him down until dinner. He could hear his wife's faint voice from upstairs laughing, so he assumed she was on the phone and would be down shortly.  Chris' own fun buzzed with a text, a group message notification from Brandon, who was giving Chris shit for the awful round of golf he had.  Though he didn't play as much as he used to, he did enjoy the game even though he often played poorly.  It was always better to be out with the guys playing golf than sitting around the house with the wife, which certainly got mundane at times.<br/><br/>Truth of the matter was that much of his life had grown a bit stale and mundane, through no fault of his or Nicole's, and both of them agreed on this aspect, and attributed it to, well just how married life was.  Their Love for one another was always strong, but the sparks, the butterflies and romance, had faded after 6 years of marriage.  Work consumed them both at times, making quality time together sparse.  Intimacy lacked, and unless they both had been drinking, was usually bland, boring and over in 10 minutes.  Both wish this wasn't the case, but they also realized for what it was, just a quick way to get off and orgasm, more as a stress release.  Over the years Chris, as many men often do, turned to Porn as his stress outlet, and would often use subtle hints in the bedroom to try or explore some of the things he watched.   Sometimes Nicole was receptive to certain things, other times she shot them down with a hard "NO".  Some things spice up their sex life for a few weeks, but it always came full circle to the bland, boring sex.  Chris thought that's just how Nichole was, and sometimes she seemed receptive to things, breaking down her walls and really letting her sexual being out just didn't seem in her nature.  He had come to accept it, after all, he married her for the beautiful being she was, inside and out.<br/><br/>As he made his way into the den to watch the second half of his favorite college football team game, he heard Nicole ending the phone call as she descended the steps from the foyer and head into the Kitchen.  Chris lowered the volume on the game, before his wife had a chance to nag him about it.<strong>"Hey Hun.  Fixed myself a quick bite to eat so I could catch the end of this Florida State game.  I'll shower in a few when its over."</strong>he smiled up at her, taking a swig of his beer and polishing off the remaining bite of his sandwich as the game took a break from the action for a timeout and commercials.