Go to the cinemas.

You take Rebecca to watch the film she wanted to see, not realizing it was close to the three-hour mark in length. By the time it’s finished, the two of you are famished, and decide to have dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in the center of town. It’s close to 10:00 pm by the time you get home, and the entire house is pitch black, given you weren’t expecting to stay out so late and hadn’t left any lights on. You head to your office and open the door, letting light from the hallway stream into the room.

“Hey honey, come here,” you say, standing at the door. Rebecca does as you ask, and you put your arms around her waist and lift her into the air. “Feeling frisky?”

Rebecca smiles and nods. Clearly, the night out has put her in a positive mood for once. You walk her over to your desk and lay her down on top of it, fully aware that Gemma remains tethered underneath. The two of you strip, and you begin to fuck your wife with slightly more **** than you usually do, rocking the table with every thrust. The office is filled with the sounds of her moans as you plow her on top of the desk, and after about 15 minutes she bites down on your shoulder then lets out a cry of ecstasy as she climaxes. You follow suit in the next few minutes, pulling out and cumming all over her stomach.

Rebecca gives you a kiss and heads out of the office to clean herself up. You close the door behind her and walk around to the other side of the desk, pulling your chair away to see Gemma still on her knees. She looks up at you with yearning eyes, and you notice a little wetness running down the inside of her thighs. You kneel down and untie the belt from the leg of the desk, then pull her out from underneath, getting her to kneel in front of you. You stand, your erect cock dripping with your wife’s sexual fluids, and pull Gemma towards you with a tug of the belt.

“Clean it up, slut.”