I looked at Tim and he looked at me. I knew what was going through his mind, because I was thinking the same thing. I haven't seen him for over three months. That is a long time not to see your own husband. My family though that we actually broke up. They thought that I was lying about the reason why he was gone for so long. Tim, he is a business man. He runs a small factory that makes metal pipes. Sometimes he has to be gone for a long time, to do his work. I don't know exactly what he does, but he says that he sells pipe to large companies. I've got no reason to not believe him, after all, I do go to his work sometimes. I don't go to his job to bother him or check up on him, I go and give cookies to the workers. I know that sounds stupid, but the workers really love my cookies.

We must have stood in our living room for a minute or two without saying a word. I was so shocked to see him, that I didn't know what to say. I knew that he would be coming home, but it is still shocking to see him after being gone for so long. Tim looked good, maybe a little tired. Sometimes he gains a few pounds when he is away like this. That restaurant food out there isn't good for him. But, Tim says that he has no choice. He can't cook inside his hotel room. I know that is true, but he could choose healthier things to eat. The last thing I need is to have him have a heart attack. I don't know what I would do without him.

"Are you going to stand there and look at me or are you going to give me a kiss?" Tim asked with a smile.

I walked over to Tim and gave him a little peck on the lips.

"You are going to give me more than that aren't you?" Tim asked as he looked down at me.

"How bad do you want it?" I asked teasing him.

"I've thought about you every minute that I was gone. You don't know how hard it is on me to be away from you. You are the one thing that keeps me going each day. Every time I would wake up in the morning, I would turn and look for you. I would look at my watch and think how long it was until you would be cooking supper." Tim said as he looked down at me.

This is the reason why I married Tim, I knew that he needed me. It is more than just need, I know that he loves me. He loves me not just for what I do for him, but who I am. I love him for the same reasons. If he didn't have a good job, I still would love him all the same. That stuff doesn't matter to me, love is what is important. To be honest, I wasn't able to sleep for the first week that he was gone. I kept rolling over in bed and looking for him. I know that makes me sound like a love sick dog, but it is true. I think that is what some people call true love, at least that is what I call true love. I've searched and searched for this my whole life. Maybe I shouldn't say searched, but hoped for. Ever since I was a little girl I had always dreamed of having a man like Tim as my husband.

I kissed Tim and slid my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his body tense up, this told me that he was wanting me bad. I know I was wanting him bad too, I needed that cock of his so bad I could taste it. Not only did I need his cock, but I needed him too. I needed some company to get me through the day. It gets very lonely living alone with no one to talk to. I don't know how single people can live alone without having anyone to talk to. Even though I was alone, Tim and I still talked on the phone. Tim would even call me on his cell phone while he was at work. Actually, he wasn't at work, but during his lunch break. That made me feel really good, like I meant something to him. I hate to be too mushy, but I love my husband. I think every woman should feel the way I do about their husbands.

"I'm going to cook your favorite supper," I said as I kissed him again.

"What would I do without you?" Tim asked smiling.

"I don't know, but I think you would end up being a fat porker," I said busting out laughing.

"That is true, but I have been eating better while away." Tim said while patting his stomach.

I was about to cook Tim's all time favorite meal. Tim loves pork chops, I've never known a man who loved pork chops as much as Tim does. I can eat them from time to time, but if they aren't cooked right, they can get really dry. If there is one thing that I hate, it's dry meat. I hate feeling like I'm going to choke while I chew my food. I always try to make sure that the pork chops are always nice and juicy when I make them for Tim. If it's nice outside, I even grill them for him. Tim says that my grilled pork chops are to die for. I don't know if I would go that far, but I think they are good. Sometimes I use this sauce on the pork chops that I get from the Asian store not too far from here. It gives them a tangy taste that I really like. Tim likes them with the sauce, but he prefers nothing on them.

I kissed Tim some more and I went into the kitchen to cook our supper. He sat down in the living room and turned on the sports channel. It's funny how I miss little things like him watching sports. I could have turned the sports channel on while he was gone, but I forgot all about it. That probably would have made me think about him more and made me upset. Sometimes I can get very moody while he's gone. That is especially true if I'm on my period while he is away. Look out because I'm a moody bitch from hell during that time of the month!

"Everything smells good honey!" Tim said as he poked his head into the kitchen.

"I made sure that I had everything to make your favorite meal. I didn't want you to have to go to a restaurant one more time!" I said looking back at him.

I'll cut to the chase, I'm sure you don't care about me peeling potatoes. Though, you never know about people these days. I heard that there are cams on the internet that follow people around in their house. I don't know why anyone would want to watch someone do day to day stuff. I'm sure that would be as much fun as me telling you about peeling potatoes. Now that I think of it, maybe I will start a site talking about what I do every day. Maybe I could make a lot of money doing it, but I bet that people would want to watch me do it instead of telling them about it. I'm not about to get naked on the internet! I know that some women like to take pictures of themself naked and put them on the internet. Not me, I don't think Tim would like it very much if I did such a thing. Though, I wouldn't like doing it anyway. I think my thighs are way too fat for such a thing. I know that makes me sound like a woman, but I am a woman! My thighs can never be too thin!

"Supper's ready!" I yelled out to the living room.

Our house is pretty small, we don't have a dinning room. I don't really care if we do have one, that is just one more room to clean. I don't like cleaning enough to want to have more rooms in the house. Especially in the winter season, the furnace does nothing but spit out dust. I would hate having more places to dust. Sometimes I get so tired of dusting, that I curse while I do it. I don't think it makes the job any easier, but it makes it more fun. I make sure no one is around if I'm cursing while doing my housework. People would think I was crazy if they heard me talking to myself while doing housework. Though, I have to admit, some days I do feel like I'm loosing it. I keep thinking that I'm going through the change of life, but I'm too young for that. At least I hope I'm too young for that. I've heard of women going through it in their twenties, but I sure hope like hell that I'm not going through it. I don't even have any kids yet, I still think that I want to have a few. I don't think a woman is a real woman until she has a few kids. That is what my mom used to say.

Tim walked into the kitchen and gave me a big kiss. We kiss a lot when he first comes home. We are so glad to see each other, that we have to do it. I know that if he didn't kiss me so much, it would make me feel bad. Especially thinking that he was been away for so long.

"This food smells great!" Tim said as I handed him his plate.

I made him up a plate while he sat at the table. I know how much food he likes, but he can get more if he wants to. I made myself a plate and sat down. I forgot to put the salt and pepper on the table, so I got up and did that. I don't know about you, but I hate food that doesn't have enough salt. I think food without salt tastes too bland for me.