When my wife got home from her trip she stepped into me and kissed me softly on the lips. She had a strange expression on her face. "Did something happen while you were away?" I asked, as my pants tightened. "Not really." She leaned close to whisper in my ear. "But you're the second man I've kissed today. How does that make you feel?" I kissed her again, harder this time. When I pulled back, she laughed and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought."