"What? I am not a cheap whore...!"

You frown and shake your head violently.

"I won't re-enact some silly porn movie for you, Dave!", you tell him. Maybe you sound a bit more disgusted than you intended to, because the shock on his face quickly turns to shame. You do remember you dreams from last night, of course, and how you did give your "husband" a tit fuck. But that's probably exactly the reason why you react this way now: You still feel irritated about your own dreams. That's not how you see yourself! You are not a dumb bimbo!

Why would Dave even think of you this way?

He mumbles an apology, and you give him a thankful smile, but the magic is gone. Both of you have suddenly lost the appetite for sex. Dave vanishes in the bathroom and stays there longer than normal. You prepare for bed, reach for a magazine, but then decide that you feel quite tired again.