had been dreaming about the night before, she had unconsciously moved her hand down along her naked belly.
Slowly, softly, she removed her finger from her wetly seething pussy and brought it out from under the blankets to lightly brush her hand over husband's forehead.
'Time to wake up, darling,' she said in a loving voice. As his eyes opened and then reclosed, she made a hasty glance at the clock. Hardly any time had elapsed while she had been reliving that wonderful fucking session. Less than a minute of real time had gone by!
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!
She stood in the open doorway, watching him covering his face with a thick coat of shaving lather.
'Don't just stand there,' he said as though he were scolding her like a child. 'I want something to eat before I go to work. I have to make a good impression on them. The company hired me on good faith, and I don't want to disappoint them.'
'Why… well… what about me?' Kate asked, trying to keep her voice under control. 'I'm your wife…'
'And the honeymoon is over,' he interrupted her. 'Have you forgotten that that trip took just about all our savings?'
Kate's mouth dropped to the floor and her shoulders slumped. Mark had never been so inconsiderate before. As she stared at him, she saw that his shaving motions stopped, and he was looking at his reflection in the steam-covered mirror.
'Look,' he said softly. 'There is nothing I would like better than to start the day out right. I really want to fuck you, but the hard cold fact of the matter is, we aren't in college any more, and we aren't on vacation. I have to get to work. Unless you want to live in a tent somewhere.'
'Don't be ridiculous,' Kate snapped.
'Don't you be ridiculous,' he retorted. 'Living in this world costs money. The rent on this place is going to be due in another month. Where are we going to get the money to pay that? And the electric bill… and the gas and the heat…'
'All right,' she snapped, spinning around and walking away from him. 'I'll have your damn breakfast ready.'
Mark started to say something after her, but he thought the better of it. He wondered if they were about to have their first fight. He had heard that things like that were inevitable, but he would like to postpone it for as long as possible.
Then he shrugged his shoulders. Surely she could see that he loved her. After all, he was willing to put off a little pleasure so he could make ends meet. Maybe when she got a job of her own, she would understand. Hell… by then they might have enough money so that he could afford to take a morning off… or at least be a little late.
As she casually listened to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Kate went about her task with a seething expression on her face. Her lips were pursed, and she wanted to break the dishes she was setting out for him. Not even the pleasing aroma of frying bacon and eggs and perking coffee made her feel better. All she knew was the frustrated tingling in her vagina. She poured a cup of coffee for Mark just as he entered the kitchen, fully dressed and looking as though he was ready to take on the world in his new job.
'Honey… I'm sorry I snapped at you a while ago,' he said, determined that he would swallow his pride for the sake of his marriage. 'You just have to remember that I feel a little… well… I'm responsible for the two of us. At least for a while, and I'm sort of feeling my way.'
'You don't have to explain anything,' Kate said in a voice that was so cold and detached that Mark actually shivered. 'The fucking all mighty dollar is more important to you than I am.'
'The fucking… Honey, are you serious? Because if you really think I believe that…'
But Kate wasn't looking at him. She picked up her own coffee cup and was staring into it. Then she turned her body to one side, wondering if Mark was noticing the way her full, rounded breasts jutted from the sheerness of the nearly transparent cloth of her robe. She knew her nipples were hard, and if Mark was looking at her, there was no way he could not notice that fact. He had hurt her, and she wasn't going to let him get away with that.
'Look at me when I'm talking to you,' Mark snapped, feeling himself losing control. When she failed to turn and face him, he decided that he would just go on with what he had to say. 'I think you're being childish about this whole thing. There's more to life than fucking, you know. I have to make a living. Jesus! When I first met you, you didn't even know what a cock looked like.'
'Oooooohhhhh… are we going to bring that up?' she asked, spinning around, causing her generous breasts to jiggle slightly, sensuously under the thinness of her robe. 'Well, buster, you were a pretty good teacher. I was always ready for you when you wanted to vent yourself. Damn! You would think that you hadn't had a woman your whole life. You sure had fun the last two weeks, and now that I want to have a little, you're too busy.'
'We were on a vacation for Christ's sake,' Mark said, setting his coffee cup down so hard that some of the dark fluid spilled over the edge. He pushed himself away from the table and glowered at his wife. 'I never thought I wouldn't want to at least eat breakfast with you, but you've totally ruined my appetite.'
'So you're just going to run away like a frightened little boy. Go on, go to your precious job. Maybe you can have a good laugh about how you married a virgin… probably the only one left in St. Paul.'
'Honey…'
'Go on… just get out of here. And don't worry about all this food going to waste,' she snapped as she stood up and looked directly into his eyes over the table. 'I'll just store it in the freezer. That way, we can have something to eat when you aren't out digging and scratching to make money.'
Mark's jaw worked, as though he were trying to think of something to say. He thought the better of it, though, and with a flourish, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. Kate stood at the table glowering at him. When the door slammed loudly behind him, she reached for the closest thing she could find… a salt shaker, and threw it at the door after him.
She missed the door, and the glass object fell silently onto the carpeted floor.
