Admit to her, and yourself, that you're turned on.

You realize, with some astonishment, that you are rock hard. You are tenting the front of your shorts, in fact. The thought of {if HowBad = 0} what might have happened,{elseif HowBad = 1} what happened, and how much further it could have gone{else} what she had done{endif} has your heart actually pounding, but not just from anger, or betrayal or heartbreak, but from... arousal. You can picture {if HowBad < 2} how it could have gone further, how she could have been bent {else}him bending her{endif} over, her begging for another man's cum, on all fours getting railed, screaming in wild abandon.
{if HowBad < 2}"Baby... what are you thinking right now? Say something!" Jenna's eyeing you with fear and confusion, and her eyes land on your popped tent.{else} Jenna sits up from her sprawl, looking at you with fear and confusion. "Say something, James. Tell me what you're feeling. I deserve it!"{endif}
"To be honest, Jen.... I'm... really fucking turned on." You are shocked at your own words, but it's true. "{if HowBad < 2} I want to be pissed, and I am hurt, {else} I'm pissed off, and very hurt,{endif} but I'm super turned on by the thought of this.... incident." You feel a little ashamed.
Jenna sits back, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Re-really? You're....turned on?"
"I'm fucking rock hard right now. It's kind of crazy."{if HowBad < 2}
"Well... should we...talk about that? Explore that?" she's being very tentative.

"I don't know...maybe. I have to think about it, but I think I might like the idea of you getting plowed by someone else. Christ, that's really fucked up."
"Yeah...but If that's something...you want to try..." she looks really conflicted now, but also a little turned on herself.
"In any case, I don't think we have time to talk about it now, Jen. Everybody's on their way, and there's shit to get done."
Jenna looks at the clock, and curses. "Fuck, you're right." She runs into the bathroom to wash her face. You contemplate the circumstances. Could you willingly let Jenna become...a "hotwife," as it was called? You aren't sure, but the idea certainly gives your cock some ideas.
Jenna bustles back into the room.
"I'm going to get the groceries. I'll grab Jared and Zoe and take them with me. Do...do you mind making sure the pool, and everything...is ready...here?" She seems hesitant to give you instructions or ask for favors. You suppose not being dragged along to the grocery store is a small silver lining.
"Of course, Jen." She throws her arms around you, fiercely hugging you.
"You...are the most...wonderful... amazing... husband in the world. I'm so.... so very lucky.

{else}
"Tell me how it happened."
"I don't know, James. That's really weird..."
"Tell me! I think you owe me, don't you?" you unbutton your shorts, reaching inside to grab your cock.
"Ok...after he got my panties, I lost another round of bets, so he brought me to his bed." She's uncomfortable. "He wanted to make out, and that was the bet, so I did. His tongue tasted good, and he had a hand up my dress in no time." She's watching you as she talks. You've pulled out your cock now, and are slowly stroking it. "His fingers were in my cunt, and they felt so good, so I didn't stop him. I was so wet. He pulled my dress up to my tits, and then he went down on me."
Jenna has her skirts hiked up now, and she's sitting back, spread legged, showing her panty clad snatch to you. You start stroking faster.
"Tell me more, you little slut." She's losing her discomfort as she watches your hard cock.
"He was really good. His tongue was making little circles around my clit, and I was moaning like a little whore..." she sits forward, and pulls her dress off in one smooth motion. You can picture exactly what she's describing. She leans forward, going on all fours, and reaches for you cock.
"He made me cum within minutes, it was so naughty. I made a big wet spot on his bed. He climbed on top, and pulled my dress all the way off." She starts stroking you cock as she talks, spitting on her palm for lubrication.
"Did he fuck your cheating little cunt, Jenna?"
"Not yet...first..." she's really panting now. She reaches back with her free hand to pop loose her bra. "He pulled off his pants and boxers, and dropped his cock in between my tits..." she rubs those very same tits on your cock now. " He pushed my titties together, and fucked them. It was so hot, feeling his cock sliding on my chest..." she pulls back, spitting a huge glob of saliva onto your dick, and starts stroking you with both hands.
This is so fucked up, but you can't remember ever being this turned on. You are insane with lust, and can't stop. "Was he bigger?"
She nods. "Not by too much, but yeah..." she holds about an inch and a half above your tip. "And he was uncut. I've never seen that before outside of pornos."
"Keep going, you little whore. What next."
She smiles. "He stuck his big cock in my throat, that's what! Oh my god I was gagging and **** all over it. He was fingering me while ramming his dick in my mouth. I came again with it in there!" She pauses to deepthroat your cock, gagging lewdly.
"I was screaming so loud. He slid down and just...he just fucked me. He pounded this little pussy so hard. I was yelling and screaming and scratching his back." Jenna lays back, sliding her panties off, and you leap onto her, lining your cock up with her unfaithful pussy. "I felt so ashamed, but I couldn't stop. I kept yelling that I was a dirty little slut. He called me his whore, and he flipped me onto my side and fucked me so deep.. " she groans as you plow your way into her cheating hole.
"Oh! Aw! Ah! Yes..."
"Did he fuck you like this?"
She turns and screams into your face: "BETTER!!!"
You pound the living hell out of her cunt, and there are no more words from her mouth except for babbling screams of ecstasy.
"This is my cunt, you naughty bitch!"
"....yes.....yes.....it is..."
"Nobody fucks you better than me!"
"....no....no....you're right..."
"Take my fucking cum, you dirty slut!" You pound rapid fire as your seed blasts hot and thick into her cheating pussy.
"OAHAHAHHHH! YES! RECLAIM THAT PUSSY, JAMES!"
You pump until your dry, and Jenna screams out her own orgasm.
You collapse next to her in a daze. After a few seconds, her face appears above yours. "Baby...are you okay?"
"Yeah. That was.... really intense..."
"When I said he was better, I didn't mean it... I was just trying to say what I thought you wanted to hear." she looks concerned. "Are...are we going to be ok?"
You sit up. "I'm not sure, but I know that I love you. We're going to have to talk about this some more, but for now..." you grab her and kiss her passionately. "For now, we're good."
She looks uncertain, but she gets up, running to the bathroom to wash up. You are overwhelmed. Is this something you can do? Let Jenna stray when she needs to, then reclaim her? You need time to think about it.
Jenna comes back in and dresses. "I have to go to the store. That...took up some time. I guess we'll just have to hold this until later."
You nod. "Yeah."
After she completes her dressing, she leans down to touch your face. "I love you. Whatever we need to do to fix what I did, I'm willing."
"I love you, too. I'll see you when you get back."{endif}

After she leaves, you put the situation out of your mind by busying yourself with the business of getting everything ready for the arrival. You check the chlorine in the pool, the jets in the hot tub, you take the cover off your Javelin and check the oil. Tara pops up here and there, not sure what to do with just you and her in the house, but you just ignore her. At one point, you retrieve your phone and notice 3 missed calls from Kayla at work, but the last was over 45 minutes ago, and you can't be bothered to deal with whatever she's bitching about.

Around 11:15, Jenna returns with Jared, and Zoe trails her in her own car. They must have stopped off for Zoe to retrieve it, and a few more items. You all pitch in together to put away the groceries and liquor, and as the last item is placed in the fridge, you hear the twin honks of horns as two vehicles pull into the driveway.