Husband of the chick who runs this blog here. While she’s in MN hanging with the self titled “Wincest Dreamteam” (who is the Laettner of that group anyways?) she let me in here to have some fun.
On the rarest of occasions we may or may not step outside our comfort zones in the sack. We don’t need to, it’s just that good, seriously. So one night she says to me “I want you to be Sam”, OK, she usually make me look all pouty and play Dean, (I once broke a blood vessel in my eyeball trying to force out a single tear) but I thought “Whatever”. Then she reaches under pillow and pulls out her vibe (it’s not bigger than me so I’m cool with it) and she says “And this will be Dean…” I am liking where this is going at this point. I am seriously beyond full chub now just figuring out the schematics of this operation. Where will I spelunk first?? Will we double dip?? My God she is ambitious!
At this point she sat up, walked over to the chair at the foot of the bed, sat down, wryly smiled and… Explained to me how all this was really going to go down, and where “Dean” was going, and how exactly “Sam” was going to be participating. Sigh. I love my wife, I made it happen, I took one for the team. Supernatural hurts.
Oh my god. He actually did it. I can’t believe it. It’s not the “self-titled” dream team btw. @omnificoctopus thought that up. But there you go. That’s Michael, folks. I’m a lucky woman.
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