[caption id="attachment_5141" align="alignright" width="300" caption="My hubby and I. Just spicing things up a bit. "][/caption]Kerri Sackville, author of When My Husband Does The Dishes...He Usually Wants Sex!, on how fantasies can spice up marital sex. Read the original post here.

Wednesday nights are great for my husband and I. It's the night I get to watch The Mentalist, and the night my husband gets lucky.

My husband isn't particularly keen on The Mentalist, but he's always delighted when it's on. Because The Mentalist stars my ultimate fantasy man, Simon Baker. And when the show is over, and Simon doesn't magically come knocking at my door, I have to do something with all that pent up sexual energy. And my husband is there... and he is very willing to oblige. And did I mention he is there?

I love a good fantasy. For a while before I got together with my husband, he was my fantasy man. Thing is, after 11 years of marriage, he's in my reality just a little too much to be in my fantasies all the time too. Hence Simon.

I've had other fantasy men at different points (Mr Big from Sex & The City, Dr McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy, Joey Perrone from Young Talent Time) but Simon fits my current needs nicely. He's gorgeous, Australian (so conceivably could end up down the road one day), a father (so conceivably could end up down the road with his kids, who could start a conversation with mine) and married to someone with three children (so conceivably wouldn't object to a woman with post-breastfeeding boobs and pelvic floor issues). And did I mention he's gorgeous?

Fantasies can be fabulous for marital sex. After all, no matter how hot your partner is, after years of living with them they're unlikely to make you tingle every time you brush past them on the way to the kitchen. (If they did, you'd probably be dead of a heart attack by now.)

And celebrities are far better (and safer) fodder for fantasy than real people. Real people are generally totally disappointing, and if they're not - if they really are worthy of our desire and dreams - then they're far too dangerous to be fantasising about. I mean, I have no problem with my husband thinking lewd thoughts of Angelina, but lewd thoughts about one of my friends, or the girl who sits next to him at work? More of a problem.

So bring on The Mentalist and Wednesday night sex.

And if I don't want sex, I have to make sure my husband isn't watching Nigella Bites. Gets him in the mood first time, every time.

Click here to read Kerri's blog Life and Other Crises.