This morning I woke up in my GF's bed totally naked, on my back and with that "dry crust" stuff you get on your boy parts after you fuck and don't properly clean up.

I looked at her, and was like WTF happened last night?

I was told that after I got home, tossed off my suit and tie, took a quick shower, put on my PJ's (boxers and tank top) I laid down in bed, talked for a few mins about the deals, ink and success of the day, and my eyes rolled back in my head while I was totally oblivious to the fact she was horny AF.

As I entered the famous Jordan Belfort "slur face" phase I was not completely passed out so she stripped me down and had her way with me. I honestly have ZERO recollection of this today, but was apparently aware enough to at least assist in the debauchery, for however many seconds it lasted.

What started this?

Earlier in the morning I got up at 4am, caught a flight out of DFW to a northern mid-west city to meet with two clients. A big VOIP deal, and VDI redo deal. Got the ink on one, and a handshake on the other. Landed back in DFW around nightfall, after my buddies and I had a few drinks at the airport to celebrate. Uber home, quick shower to get the airplane smell off me and hit the bed around 10pm.

So, on a scale of 0-10 how pissed off should I be at my girl for taking what was clear advantage of me?

Surely this was some deeply routed shit test that I failed, and had nothing to do with the fact I look fly in a suit and she wanted to fuck her man.

Right? Am I right?

Go lift faggots.