Her husband’s co-workers were full of encouragement as his hand continued to move slowly upward, disappearing under the hem of the girl’s short skirt as she smiled at him with encouragement. The girl made no move to stop the wandering digits as they crept ever-higher.

“That whore!” she seethed, knowing her anger was misplaced. How could she blame the girl for throwing herself at her husband; the poor thing probably didn’t even know he was married. She knew that he refused to wear his wedding ring to work, claiming that it wasn’t safe to work on electronic devices with a highly conductive metal ring on his hand. She knew that he kept his desk clear of any her photos and didn’t carry any in his wallet. It would be easy to convince these poor creatures that he was single.

Miserable, she watched silently from the shadows, debating her next move. She wanted to humiliate her husband in front of his friends to show him just how it felt…but she was afraid that the bastard would just turn the tables on her.