It was time for the annual anniversary vacation with your wife, you dreaded this week of the year every time it came around. Your wife bitched and moaned at everything about the vacation, the hotel, the beach, the restaurant, the tourist spots, and so on. You were lucky to even get a hand job throughout the whole vacation. You and her have been bickering a lot more often lately, with your son off at college now she had no reason to keep up that sweet caring wife and mother persona, she let you have it on a daily basis. This one was one you’d planned out more thoroughly to hopefully reignite that spark in your marriage, the best hotel, the most romantic restaurant reservation and the best beach, your wife’s sister would be house sitting and your son would be off at the dorms instead of coming home for the weekend. It was a long day of work the day before your flight so you passed out once you got home. You woke up the next day and stretch out of bed, you look over to the clock and it’s 3pm! Your flight was at 7am, your anniversary was ruined, or so you thought, you look around for your wife only to find a sticky note on the night stand “good morning, sleepy head! If you’re reading this I’m already on vacation, sorry you missed it”. You felt enraged that she would do such a thing, go on a trip you spent months planning and paying for. You step out to the backyard to get some fresh air only to be greeted by a pale curvy body, it was your sister in law sunbathing in a tiny bikini by the pool, you’re going to take out your anger on that big phat ass for the next week…