No more early alarms, commuter trains to catchand those dull after work drinks full of football chat, cars and girls.Now simple pleasures of admiring ...little budding roses from my littlebox bedroom.Pink bedsheets on my single bed seemed so innocent at first, surely alittle joke or phase with Rachel but now was a constant reminder forme. The first few nights sleep had been fitful but my wife said I wouldsettle and I had to my surprise. The single bed if anything seemedquite big now and the deep. I wanted to bask in the radiance of her smile, bathe in the sparkle of her countenance. Just the thought of being so close to her, close enough to smell the oil on the delicate skin of her thighs, her stomach and the tops of those luscious breasts, was making me weak. “You probably should go down there, “ I said to myself aloud, “You’re not getting any work done anyway. What is it your afraid of?” I knew the answer of course, I was afraid of my own desires, I was afraid of upsetting the apple. I left her there for a few minutes, and when I came back, she was sound asleep! I shook her a few times, and worried that she may have od'd checked her breathing and pulse. All seemed fine so I tried waking her agian. Getting no response, I flipped her on her side and lifted the back of the robe up to expose her firm little bum. She still had her thongs on, and they were red cotton ones. I leaned on for a sniff and realized she hadn't showered in the change room as her ass was ripe with sweat!. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the other, trying to reach places which only a year before had been in close proximity, now unfamiliarly difficult to reach.She looked at me dolefully, her eyes red from more, I suspected, than simply soap and water.I grabbed another towel and sat behind her to dry her back. As I patted her down, I felt her shaking..