She isn’t alone at all.

The bright sun of morning was a bit blinding to Jane, she wasn’t used to waking up like this.

She had a hangover, or what she figured people meant by one. In truth she had never had one, barely drinking **** in her young life, and never taking ****. But last night she had, she had drank a lot, and she had even done some recreational ****.

She stretched and turned over, and laid her arm over the man beside her, then she noticed that it wasn’t her husband.

Jane eased up, the covers falling from her naked body, but she didn’t care, she didn’t know where she was. She got out of bed and walked to a window, realizing she was in the top floor of a very tall high rise, she recognized the part of town she was in. Her building had the same view of downtown…she was in the building she lived in, just not in the right apartment.

She then turned back to the bed and saw her husband’s boss smile back at her as he got out of bed, now realizing she was naked as she saw his cock swing as he walked past her.

She licked her lips as she looked at it, briefly imaging sucking it right then and there.

“Want some breakfast Jane?” He asked softly, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

Some people forgot everything when they were drunk, Jane hadn’t, things started to come back to her. She had spent half the night fucking Mr. Gamble in that bedroom, and had fucked him in the club…now she remembered it happening while she watched her husband John fuck another woman.

Her husband who played at being nearly impotent he was so busy at work, she had seen him fuck a women at the club, she had seen him tell his boss he wanted him to fuck his wife. She had seen John cum in a woman’s mouth while watching Zachary Gamble fuck her.

Jane wasn’t ashamed of her body, she was standing in front of a floor length window in the morning sun completely naked. Anyone could see her, and she didn’t care. She did care about her marriage, and what had happened with Mr. Gamble the night before.

Jane remembered saying no, and he hadn’t stopped. He had held her down and fucked her, and eventually she did give in and enjoy it, but there wasn’t a way to ignore that she said no and Mr. Gamble had kept right on fucking.

Just then Mr. Gamble brought her a cup of coffee, giving her a gentle pat on the ass as he walked away, “I am making bacon and eggs Jane, we both worked up an appetite last night I think…”

He had not stopped when she said no, but he had fucked her, and Jane needed that badly. And patting her on the ass was a bit demeaning, but it was sexual contact and fuck did she need a lot more of that in her life.

Jane sipped her coffee, and fuck did it taste good. Mr. Gamble had some sort of rich people coffee, it was fantastic, like everything else here. The entire apartment was decorated with the best of everything.

The sheets were the softest she had ever felt, maybe Egyptian cotton or something like it. The bad was a massive four post king, but bigger than a king. She recognized famous paintings on the wall, but these were museum quality paintings, surely they were copies.

Then she looked at the coffee cup in her hand, it was fine China, just like the rest of the place, very high end.

Jane knew her husband cheated on her and worse he neglected her, that was grounds for divorce. But she didn’t know what to do. She needed to find out what was going on, and what her next move was.

Was John at a motel? Was he downstairs at their apartment balls deep in another woman right then? She checked her phone and saw no messages from her husband, but she did see some videos she had made with her husbands boss. It was a few POV shots she filmed as he had cum in her mouth, and Jane nearly orgasmed watching the first of them.

She loved cum so fucking much, and this older man had given it to her four times, maybe five? Maybe more. Her mind spun as she tried to balance being sexually satisfied against the upheaval she was about to have in her personal life.

If she left John she had close to nowhere to go. But she was naked and sexually satisfied, she would worry about that after her cup of coffee and a hot bath.