Aroused`

Who would have thought that learning Dave is cheating on you would be so arousing? As you make your way back to the conference, the image of your husband screwing Diane in your bed plays through your mind over and over, their sweaty bodies tangled up in your sheets as they tumble through every position you can possibly imagine, crying out in adulterous ecstasy again and again, each time louder and more passionate than the last. You're practically dripping wet just thinking about it.

What's wrong with me? I should be furious!

_But you're not, are you, _you say to yourself in your mind. Oh sure, you're jealous, but the thought of your man fucking someone else has always secretly turned you on. Besides, why should you be angry? Look at all the affairs you've been having behind his back.

Okay, Okay, those are some good points. It's just... I don't know what to do. Maybe I should call Dave right now and...

And what? What are you going to tell him, that you know he's fucking Diane? What will that accomplish? Are you going to ask him who else he's fucked? Do you really want to know? Are you going to tell him about all the affairs you've had since you've been with him?

Well... no. It's just... yes, I've fantasized about this, but now that it's happening I'm not sure what to do.

Do you want to confront him about this and make him come clean?

I don't know. maybe.

If you do, shouldn't you come clean to him too? Would he be able to handle it?

I... I don't know. I'm not ready to do that.

Then let's try not to worry about how to handle Dave just yet. Just let his infidelity simmer in the back of your mind for now. Let it fuel your lust while you fuck every last man at Ryan's bachelor party.

Mmmm, I can hardly wait.

You continue this back-and-forth conversation in your head for the rest of the conference. By the end of it, you've managed to calm yourself down and focus on planning for tonight. Distracted by your thoughts, you barely notice when Greg comes by and gives you his customary greeting by squeezing your ass.

"Is everything alright, Suzy? You've been distracted all afternoon," he asks with concern in his voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry Greg. It's just... I've got something on my mind, that's all," you answer dismissively.

"I can see that," he chuckles. "Whatever's on your mind, it obviously isn't work. Is everything okay at home?"

"Hm? Yeah, everything's fine. I'm sure Dave is doing... just... fine," you say, unable to keep your cheeks from flushing.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'm certainly not one to pry, but if you feel like you need to talk, I'm available. Here, take this." He pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to you. You take it and turn it around in your hands. It's a hotel room key, except the plastic is platinum colored instead of the standard gold color.

"That's my spare executive suite key. The elevator won't take you to the executive floor without one of those. Feel free to use it to access any of the exclusive amenities, or if you just want to come up and say hello," he explains with a wink.

"Wow, thank you," you say, not quite sure how to respond.

"You're quite welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner date. Have a wonderful evening, Suzy," he nods to you as he turns to walk away.

"Oh, don't worry, Greg, I will," you say with a smile.