More tired than normal due to a lack of sleep, Christian begrudgingly threw the covers from his torso, put on his glasses and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen, where he heard foot steps stirring and smelled his wife's perfume even before making his way into the kitchen.<br/>As she turned towards him, he rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, wondering if he was dreaming, and unsure of what Serena's intentions were.<br/>Last night was a cruel joke that left him humiliated, horny and even angry, but mostly confused at what was going on in his wife's seemly innocent, yet twisted mind.<br/><br/>As she approached him, and slipped out of her robe, he leaned back against the kitchen counter, the carrot she carried could have been a butcher's knife, the way Christian froze up, and looked at her nervously.  her actions over the last few days left him in a state of confusion, and he know knew to expect the unexpected. Though the site of her naked flesh, bare sex and erect nipples made his own cock throb in his pants, he let out a reluctant smile, and nervously answered<strong>"What are you doing?  What kind of sick game are you playing this morning?".</strong>Just hours ago, she left him near there verge of orgasm and aching balls, and sent him to the guest room in a state of rage.  Now she looked like a vixen in heat, ready to pounce.  Christian's mind summersaulted with possible explanations.<br/><br/>He stiffly kissed her back, unsure of her intentions.  The stiffness let up as he relaxed, and kissed her back passionately, still half asleep, his dick was full awake by now.  Breaking the kiss only to murmur a response.  "You look Pretty Hot this morning....are you my breakfast?" he asked, with only the slight amount of hesitation in his voice.  As the kissing continued, his arms slid down Serena's back, caressing and squeezing her ass, pushing his tounge deep inside hi wife's warm mouth, he suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss.<br/><br/><strong>"Whats the Catch?"</strong>