Weird. Last night I dreamed that I was the recipient of James Reed's wife, Suzanne, in some kind of wife borrowing situation. She was her usual compliant, eager to serve self, and I was enjoying cuddling with her. I wasn't sure if sex was included, so I never took it that far.
Meanwhile, Sharon was lurking around the house just out of sight, and I didn't want to upset her with the arrangement. So, other than a few cuddles, it was mostly concern for my wife's feelings and James' feelings that I was dealing with.
James was busy with some ham radio project, building a tower of some magnificence per his usual "all in" mode. I suppose this was how he wound up farming out his wife. He just didn't need her at the moment.
So, that's about it. Me laying there in bed, Suzanne in my arms, feeling a bit of contentment and a lot of guilty unease.
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I suppose it is worth mentioning that I recently decided to friend her on Facebook, and she accepted yesterday. I did this mostly because stupid Facebook keeps throwing recommendations of "people you might know" at me.
She and James are both Christians, her to the maximum and him to the minimum extent, although the ratios may have shifted recently. He used to be more involved in the church, but went through an entirely self-serving phase of 10+ years or so.
During this phase, she was still the dedicated Christian wifey and treated him like a king, despite his complete lack of spiritual righteousness.
Look at me being all judgey and stuff, geez. It was nice sorta being the king for a minute, I have to admit.
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