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Tom Hanks plays Charades
a dream journal

We're at a house party. Tom Hanks walks in. There's a game of charades going on. Tom Hanks joins in and starts acting something out. I'm tired. I excuse myself into the next room - a bedroom. And lay down. I can hear the party in the next room. It's a happy, fun sound. I fall asleep.

When I wake, everyone is gone except my wife and a guy from the party. They're both gathering their things together. A little bit flustered, perhaps. They look disheveled. Flushed. It dawns on me that they've been fucking. I catch her eye. She pauses. I look at her and she looks back at me. She knows I know. She knows that I know that she's been fucking this guy. And I can see she's worried. And scared.

In my mind's eye, I have this quick flash of them fucking. Her body hot and sweaty. His cock fucking into her. Her cunt pushing onto him. She wants it bad. She needs him to be fucking her. It's hot. Hot fucking. Hot sex. They look so good fucking.

For a brief moment, I feel jealousy rising up. Jealousy. Maybe anger.

But then I take a deep breath. I decide it's okay. Better than okay. It's good that my wife fucked this guy. I just need to decide that it's good, and then it's good. Because I can decide how I react. And I decide that I'm going to embrace this. Embrace her. It's all totally good.

She can see in my face that it's good. I can see the fear and anxiety leaving her face. It's all good. And we're all good. This is all going to be good. Really good.
 
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