She smiled as she returned her gaze at her husband, who was making a valiant effort to wake up.

"Good morning," she said, looking lovingly into his eyes.

"Uuuuuuummmm… go' morning," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

"About seven thirty."

As she said that, Mark suddenly snapped into total awakeness.

"Seven thirty!" he exclaimed. "Why the hell aren't you fixing breakfast?"

"Ooooohhh… we have plenty of time for that," she said coyly.

Mark bolted to a sitting position, the blanket dropping from his chest to reveal the hairy wash of dark hair there.

"Plenty of time for what?" he said with an icy tone that Kate had never heard him use before. "I have to be at work in an hour and a half."

"You'll make it," she soothed, running her fingers lightly across his chest. "I thought you might like to start the day out right."

Mark ignored her. Tossing the blanket to one side, he slithered out of bed and nakedly walked across the room to their closet.

"I'd love to," he said in a hurried voice, "but I just don't have the time."

He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked quickly to the bathroom, leaving Kate looking bewildered. He acted almost as though he was afraid of her touching him. She remembered that as he had walked across the room, he didn't have an erection.

Was it possible that, for the first time since they were married, he wasn't going to fuck her in the morning? It certainly looked that way, but Kate wasn't willing to believe that. Not yet at least.

Slipping from her side of the bed, she wrapped a skimpy, sheer bathrobe around her excited flesh. As she walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, she noticed that her pussy lips were moist and sensitive. Her dreaming had made her really excited and aroused, and she wasn't going to let her husband get away with out fucking her… at least not without a fight!