Chris had come to Sacramento on business. He often traveled on business, but this time his wife, Jenny, had asked to come along. They had only been married a year and they were loathe to be parted from one another, so he had agreed that they would make a little vacation of it. They had flown in the night before, checked in to their hotel, and then enjoyed a simple carryout dinner in their room. Afterward they made love and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning they showered together, dressed, and had breakfast at a sidewalk cafe with a view of the Tower Bridge. After the meal Chris kissed his wife, and left her to take care of his business.

His company had their corporate offices in the capital city and he had flown in to represent his branch in an important annual meeting. After the meeting the company's VP had invited a few of them out for drinks, and Chris had gone along - hungry for the opportunity to rub elbows with the powerful men. First, though, he had called his wife to tell her that he wouldn't be back at their hotel room until later.

It had ended up being quite late - almost ten o'clock - when he arrived back at the room. He scanned his cardkey and entered the hotel room, and was greeted by the sight of a very tattooed, very mohawked, very naked man. Chris's eyes move past the man where he sees his wife, also naked, lying on her back on the bed. She was covered in a sheen of what looked to be for the most part sweat. Her legs spread shamelessly. Her breasts heaved with ragged quick breathing. Her head was turned away from the door. She didn't notice him come in.

Chris's heart dropped into his shoes as his minds eye struggled against the images in his head. This man and his wife, locked together, in a variety of acts and positions that were meant to be reserved for Chris alone.

Jenny may not have noticed Chris come in, but Sean did. At first he looked surprised, and then a grin slowly spread across his face. If Chris looked he might see a hint of triumph in that grin. While Chris stood there in shock Sean leisurely gathered his clothing, pulling on his pants and shoes and throwing his shirt over his shoulder.

Finally Jenny looked over and noticed her husband standing there. As if suddenly breaking out of a trance she sits up "Oh my God, Chris!" She looks down at her nudity and rushes to cover herself before stammering incomprehensibly and bursting into tears.

Sean looks over at the woman and laughs. And it's then that Chris finds his balls. He steps up and swings at Sean. The punch lands pretty solidly and Sean even steps back, raising a hand to his mouth. When he removes it, though, he's grinning still. When Chris steps in for a second punch Sean dodges to the side and throws a heavy hand into the man's gut - doubling him over. He grabs Chris by the shirt and sets him back up, pulling back and hitting him square in the face with a Vitae-augmented punch that sends the man to the floor. Sean kicks him a couple times while he's down until Chris's naked wife comes screaming over to the two of them and Sean allows himself to be pushed away while the frantic woman kneels over her husband's bleeding, coughing form.

Sean keeps chuckling and grinning to himself as he exits the hotel room, jogging down the hall and hitting the stairwell. He takes the stairs quickly and bursts out of the emergency exit into the cooling night air. He inhales, for the hell of it, and with the smells on the wind catches the scent of the woman he'd just lain with. He takes off down the street and a brisk walk. What a great way to start the night.

I wonder what Sammy boy would say if he saw all that