Lana sighed inwardly, not wanting her frustration showing towards Chris, when there was no reason for it.  At least none that he knew of.  She knew she promised him more, that was her mistake.  The kiss on her forehead annoyed her.  His hand on her thigh almost repulsed her.<br/><br/>Turning so she could see his face, and allow him to see hers, Lana continued with the lie she started downstairs. “I told you, I have this ridiculously bad headache.  I’m hoping some sleep will help.”  Her right hand going to his thigh, she rubbed it, hoping her touch would sooth whatever misgivings he had going through his head.<br/><br/>“I know I promised, but I’m using the old ‘I have a headache’ as my excuse tonight.  I’m sorry, baby.  I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.”  Lana would do no such thing, but she’d deal with it when the time came.  Running her hand up to and along his cock, she felt it stir through the material.  Giving her husband a wink, she turned her back to him.<br/><br/>“G’night, baby.  Love you.”