He'd been here for two weeks now, on business. It wasn't even one of the five-star types of hotel he was used to staying at, it was quite ordinary acc...ommodation. Surely a vice-president of one of the most important companies in one of the most important industries of Germany, should not be living in a hotel filled with common people and common families? Max wasn't one for family life. He grew up an only child, but did not focus on his past very often. He was not gay, but he was very rarely. She moves with the crowd, keeping her roommate in sight, the only one of the group she’s met before tonight. She feels a hand wrap around hers, friendly and undemanding, and has a moment to glance up at the young man’s smiling face before the ebb and flow of the crowd pushes them together. She recognizes him vaguely as one of the guys from the party, she’d noted him on the bus for the fact he was taller than the others, but that difference is far more apparent now. She hates to dance in heels. Not unloved! Part of her brain rebelled against the thought. She did love him. But she suddenly felt a huge power in denying and potentially hurting him. She suddenly felt enabled to deny him, to act selfishly, to pander to her own thoughts and deeds and ignore his. The more she imagined him waiting by the door, the more she imagined him hurt and confused by her negligence, the higher her passion grew. Her last thought as she came was of Ian sitting by the still locked connecting door, head. Oh, no! she gasped. I didnt mean to be bad. I know. Thats okay. Dont worry about being bad. Whenever you are, Ill make sure to spank you. How does that sound? That you love me so much, she beamed. Always. I kissed her forehead. Now get going. After I spank you, youll get your treatment. With a happy squeal, my wife scampered off. I walked over to the couch, sat down, and tried to process what had happened. I had found it so hot watching her suck another mans cock. She wasnt cheating on me. It.