Grab the panties.

You take the panties and stuff them in your pocket. You're half tempted to spray them with her perfume, but the scent might be a little too obvious given the evening's present company. You take a note of the brand of perfume she uses, and make a mental note to pick up a bottle sometime in the future. It's a shame the panties are freshly laundered, with no hint of the smell of her sex, but beggars can't be choosers.

Without any regard for Gemma's privacy, you begin to rifle through her belongings. You hit the jackpot in her bedside table. The top drawer is filled with packets of contraceptive pills, a bottle of lube, and a cute pink vibrator. You pick up the vibe and inspect it closer, noting it's caked with a dried film all on the surface. Curiosity gets the better of you and you give it a lick, and the taste immediately reminds you of the scent of her dripping wet pussy. Perversely, you feel like licking it again but decide against it, placing it back in the drawer and exiting out of the bedroom.

You head to the bathroom, flush the toilet, and wash your hands, just in case Steven or Rebecca could hear from all the way down the hallway. You emerge back into the main living area to find the two of them have retired back to the lounge room, with a bottle of dessert wine and some freshly cut fruit sitting on the table. You take a seat next to your wife, and the three of you continue to enjoy the evening together.