The two women were waiting to take the elevator. I tried to avoid eye contact. When the elevator arrived I ushered them on saying, "After you, ladies.... Thank-you," One said as they entered. They turned as if it was choreographed and I swear they looked directly at my crotch. They exited on the fourth floor and when the door closed I looked down. There was a large wet spot on my pants just where my semi-hard penis was bulging out. Once again I was embarrassed but excited. Angela had set me up. I regretted closing it now as I could hear from the other side the sounds of Amanda and Matt talking and probably fucking. There was no keyhole and I couldn’t see anything looking under the door except for carpet and the legs of the bed. That’s when it occurred to me; the walk-in wardrobe light was still on!Standing up, I walked quickly and quietly to the laundry and, unlocking the back door, stepped out into the warm night air. Walking carefully up the side path in the dark I emerged into the. I had to do something about it. I just overheard the conversation between my Wife India and her best friend Natasha. The simple conclusion of the call was that my wife was going to ask me for a trial separation to jolt me out of my taken-for-granted attitude towards her. The plan was for me to stay alone at the house so as to understand how much work it entrails and for her to move into a motel nearby. The plan was despicable and I was enraged.The taken-for-granted attitude of mine was nothing. Being an attractive woman has its perks. One of them is easy access tofrat parties, not that I'd ever go for my own pleasure. But Rho Sig waseasy to enter and once I got there, I made sure to make eye contact withLuke from across the room. He was boisterous and rowdy, even after onlyone drink, and was surely telling some tale to a few girls which he foundincredible and they found unimpressive. He didn't recognize me. I was anew butt for him to grab and like a shark he slowly began his approach..