Dinner table conversation, of course, centers on me. Jim opens with the icebreaker, “Welcome back Mr. Cool.” My wife unbuttons two more buttons and folds up my collar, causing my shirt to open wide.
She runs her hand over my chest. “Mr. Cool is now Mr. Cute.”
I take her hand and kiss it, acquiescing to her retaining control. “Job one for me now is to please you Miss Sharon.” I wonder if she would say, “Just call me Sharon.” She doesn't. She brushes my hair out of my eyes across my forehead.
“As you grow some of your manhood back, we'll keep that chest nice and smooth.”
“I want to look whatever way pleases you,” I gush. She gives me a peck on the cheek and we start passing the serving dishes. When the meat dish comes around, she puts an extra small piece on my plate and passes the di
