Clean yourself up.

You wipe away the mess with the towel and head back to changing rooms to get dressed. You wait for Rebecca upstairs, knowing that she's got at least 45 minutes left for her massage. You sit on one of the couches in the waiting room. Thankfully, Gemma is nowhere to be seen, and appears to have booked some sort of treatment for herself. By the time your wife's massage is finished, both she and Gemma emerges into the waiting room at about the same time, with you only having to spend an awkward minute or two alone with the girl that just jacked you off while your wife was a couple of feet away behind a curtain.

"That was great wasn't it, honey?" Rebecca remarks, looking much more refreshed. "What treatment did you end up getting Gemma?"

"Oh... I was hoping to get a facial," Gemma replies, shooting you a look, "But I decided to get a manicure. You've gotta look after your fingers, after all, they do a LOT of work."

She holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers playfully.