Fantasy

"Isn't that...isn't that kind of...skimpy," I asked my wife when I saw the dress she was wearing to dinner.

"Sweetie, I keep telling you this, he's just a friend."

"And what if he wants more?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know, I guess that depends."

"Depends? Depends on what?"

"Whether all those movies on your computer are just fantasy or not."

"What...what movies?"

"All those cuckolding movies."

I stared at her, mouth wide open. "I...I..."

"I'm guessing it's the kind of fantasy you want to come to reality, isn't it?"