Jane has been bored for quite some time in her marriage. It wasn't necessarily bad, mind you, but it had, in many ways simply ceased to exist. Yet she wasn't the divorcing type. She had been eye-fucking a guy she saw across the room most everyday at lunch. She had never met him, but he returned the favor as he was usually checking her out as well. Jane had found herself taking to masturbating to Sven, as she named him. That really worked for her for a bit, but then even her imagination could not fuel her animalistic needs any further. Then she began fantasizing when she was intimate with her husband that it was really Sven, but that did not get her far either. She knew now that she wanted to meet Sven, if for no other reason than to determine his proper name. But she really wanted much more, having already decided that against every moral fiber of her being, that she was ready and willing to have an affair.