At the Breakfast Table

Following the buttery aroma of freshly made pancakes, Jack finally reaches the laid breakfast table.

"I hope you're hungry," Cathy smiles and points at a plate with steaming pancakes.

"Mhh," Jack inhales the scent as he sits down, "Have I ever said no to your pancakes? You know that I die for them!"

"Then enjoy," the blonde woman giggles and puts a pancake on his plate before taking one for herself.

I'm happy to have her, aren't I? Jack thinks as he puts maple syrup on his breakfast.

"So, you came too late to work?" Cathy wants to know as her husband starts eating.

"Yeah, almost twice...," the thirtysomething man laughs with his mouth full.

While the two of them have breakfast, Jack tells his wife about his days at work and that he missed her.

After they finished, Cathy places her hand on her husband's and shows a faint but contented smile before she looks at him thoughtfully.

"If this is just a dream...," she wonders, "Couldn't we wake us up or at least make sure we're dreaming?"

"Hm...," Jack thinks, "You mean like pin—Ouch!"

"Well, pinching obviously doesn't work...," Cathy murmurs, gently stroking her husband's forearm where she just hurt him, "Maybe we can google some other techniques to wake up or to make sure that it is a dream."

The next few hours, they search the internet and try several things, but nothing seems to work.

Finally, they realize that dreams, being a product of the mind, wouldn't tell them anything they don't already know.

"But I didn't know that it is difficult to read characters and numbers when you're dreaming, did you?" Cathy points out.

"No...," Jack replies and thinks for a moment, "So you think we aren't dreaming?"

"I don't know...," his wife sighs and looks at him with worried eyes.

"Well, at least we've figured out... that we can't figure it out," Jack finally concludes in frustration, "Maybe we should just see what happens..."

"You're probably right...," Cathy whispers.

"So... what do you say to a lazy afternoon in front of the TV?" Jack suggests with a faint smile.

"Sure...," the blonde returns the smile, embraces him tightly and breathes, "Just don't let me go..."

Snuggled up to each other, Jack and Cathy spend the most of the day on the couch, watching TV and almost forgetting the recent events.

After the end of the prime time movie, Cathy has a good yawn and gets up slowly.

"I'm going to bed...," the dirty blonde woman groans tiredly, "Will you come with me or do you stay up?"

She doesn't want me to sleep on the couch..., Jack is quite relieved and quickly turns off the TV, "Sure I'll come with you!"

A few minutes later, Jack strips naked in front of the bed and slips under the comforter before Cathy comes from the bathroom. The blonde woman walks around the bed and turns her back on her husband before she pulls off her shirt. Jack watches as she brushes her smooth hair behind her slender shoulders before his eyes rove down her slim back. As his gaze reaches her small hips, Cathy slowly pulls down her tight jeans, revealing a pair of white panties with small, red hearts, pink flowers, and light blue cat paws.

So much more innocent than... Maria..., Jack compares his wife with the busty brunette who hadn't worn underwear at all, And so much more prudish...

After stepping out of her jeans, Cathy continues with her panties and exposes her cute, little butt cheeks.

If she would just be more adventurous in bed..., Jack sighs inwardly, I'd love to pull your buttocks apart and shove my cock into your tiny asshole...

Imagining the tight sensation of her virgin butthole, his dick grows quickly and he hardly notices as his wife takes her bra off. Only when she turns around, her small, teardrop-shaped tits draw Jack's attention back to her naked body.

"Oh...," Cathy makes as she notices his looks, quickly grabs her nightgown and turns away once more.

"You're beautiful...," the thirtysomething man whispers as the blonde slips on the comfortable, but rather dull, nightie.

Why are you always hiding your body? he adds in thoughts and recalls the busty brunette who didn't hesitate a single moment to show him every part of her sexy, naked body.

A moment later, Cathy turns off the light, climbs into the bed and snuggles up to her husband.

"I love you...," she whispers and gently pulls his head towards herself.

"I love you too," her husband replies without thinking before their lips meet for a long, gentle kiss.

Oh, Cathy..., Jack has butterflies in his stomach before his heart suddenly sinks.

Maria..., he painfully realizes that he misses the busty brunette who was like his wife for a day.

What... why..., the confused man thinks before Cathy breaks away from his lips.

"Sleep well!" his wife whispers and turns her back on him.

"Sleep well!" Jack murmurs confusedly.

A lot of conflicting feelings flood his mind and makes it hard to fall asleep, but the steady rhythm of Cathy's breathing lets him finally drift off.

A loud noise wakes Jack with a start.

"Cathy?" he murmurs and slides his hand over to his wife's side of the bed.

"Cathy?" the naked man repeats nervously and quickly turns on the light.

"What the...," Jack whispers and looks at the made bed beside him.

"Cathy?" he calls again as the door handle rattles.

Then, the door suddenly jumps open.