"Uuhh… I was," he stammered, finding her nakedness rather distracting. Again his cock spasmed in his pants. He'd give her a little time to wake up before he fucked her though. They'd had quite a session last night, and she was obviously not quite recovered from it. A cup of coffee, a little conversation, and she would be ready to go. "But that little spat next door woke me up too."

He lit another cigarette and rested his head in his hands, staring long and hard at the sensually swelling mounds of her completely unfettered breasts, already shimmering with mounting passion as she became more and more awake.

"What the fuck's the matter with them anyway?" Niven asked. "Shit… it sounded like he didn't want to fuck his wife."

"That's exactly what it was all about," Martin answered. "He didn't think there was enough time. Something about how he had to get to his new job."

"I've never heard of a man who doesn't want to fuck his wife as often as he can," Niven commented thoughtfully.

"There are men like that," Martin told her. "I've seen them. Some guy has a real nice piece of ass and all he wants to do is look at her."

"I can't imagine anything better than fucking," Niven said in a voice that let Martin know she was becoming more and more awake.

"And neither can Kate," he said. "That young wife wants her husband's cock so bad she can taste it. You were trying to get back to sleep, but I was listening to them. She was so pissed at him for not fucking her that she threw something at him."

"Nice way to begin a marriage."

"Yeah… and a better way to end one."

"Well… we don't have to worry about them. They have their life to live, and we have ours."