Zeus is such a player he can bed his old lady by telling her about all the times he cheated on her:
But now let us go to bed and turn to love-making.
For never before has love for any goddess or woman
so melted about the heart inside me, broken it to submission,
as now: not that time when I loved the wife of Ixion
who bore me Peirithoos, equal of the gods in counsel,
nor when I loved Akrisios’ daughter, sweet-stepping Danae,
who bore Perseus to me, pre-eminent among all men,
nor when I loved the daughter of far-renowed Phoinix, Europa
who bore Minos to me, and Rhadamanthys the godlike;
not when I loved Semele, or Alkmene in Thebe,
when Alkmene bore me a son, Herakles the strong-hearted,
while Semele’s son was Dionysos, the pleasure of mortals;
not when I loved the queen Demeter of the lovely tresses,
not when it was glorious Leto, nor yourself, so much
as now I love you, and the sweet passion has taken hold of me.
Iliad, 14, 313-328