Chris LiGolli, feeling the migraine building in his temples,  pulled into the driveway of his cul-de-sac home after another terrible commute home,  having sat in traffic for over an hour.  He exhaled a huge sigh, rubbed his forehead and grabbed his briefcase, checked the time on the dash before turning the engine off and ascending the porch stairs.  The front door was ajar, and the aroma of pasta cooking made him crack a smile, as the rumbling in his stomach reminded him just how hungry he was.<br/><br/>"Honey, I'm home" he called out from the foyer, hanging the car keys on the hook and kicking his work shoes off.  "Dinner smells Delicious Babe...." his voice trailed off as he walked into the kitchen, expecting to find his wife cooking.  But she wasn't present, her whereabouts unknown until he heard the thud of a dresser drawer close in the master bedroom upstairs.  He dipped his finger into the sauce, tasting it.  "MMMMM" the favors of onions, marina sauce, garlic all sent his tastebuds dancing as he fetched a large spoon and helped himself to a generous portion, leaving just enough room for a small piece of garlic bread that was cooling off on the stove top.  A dirty bowl and fork sat in the sink, evidence that his wife hadn't waited for him to get home to eat.  School books on the kitchen Island triggered the reminder for him that she had school this evening, hence why she had to eat before he gotten home.  As he sat at the dining room table, he heard the shuffling of footsteps down the stairs to the living room, and making their way this way.<br/><br/>(http://wheatfreetwentythree.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/2014-08-19-18-02-08-2.jpg)<br/>(https://ak1.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/11890931/thumb/1.jpg?i10c=img.resize(height:160))<br/>"This Pasta is awesome Hun!" he said between bites, waiting for her to appear around the corner. He could smell her delicious perfume, signaling her proximity. His wife was truly an amazing cook, and probably one of the reasons he had put on a good 25 lbs since their wedding 5 years ago.  He wasn't nearly as active as he was  in his younger days, and the new job he had left no time what so ever to hike, bike ride or hit the gym as he used to enjoy.  As a mater of fact, he hated the new job.  It was only  recently that he had run a successful real estate investment company, buying distressed properties and fixing them up.  Business was good, but tanked when  the housing bubble burst and left him crawling to any real estate company that would take on inexperienced sales man, train them and then "Steal" most of their comission.  With money being tight, it was good thing she was pursuing her Master's degree, which would soon lead to a new promotion (and hopefully big bonus at work).  The stress of penny pinching, his new job took a toll not only on his free time, but their sex life as well.  Though they still found time to play in the bedroom, the sparks and kink they once had seemed to all but vanish into vanilla sex.