No.

You try to turn your brain off, but even as your body presses against Kayla, your cock finding a place between her gorgeous legs beneath the water, you can't shake off the wrongness.
"I don't think..." you swallow, and Kayla looks at you with confusion. "Kayla, I want to stop." You push away, pulling up your shorts from your ankles and sitting back against the far side of the tub.
"What?" Kayla seems genuinely very confused. "I don't understand. What's the problem, James?"
"I didn't give you the car so that you would fuck me."
"Well, yeah... I'm not a hooker, James. I don't just put out because somebody gave me something shiny."
"I didn't mean it like that." Her mouth is set in an annoyed frown.
"Look, James. You're cute, you're sweet, and you're sexy. You've got a great cock and nice arms and time to kill. I'm not getting the problem here." She grabs her tits. "Don't you like what you see?"
"Yes... but... I love my wife."
She laughs, and the contempt is hard to miss.
"Great. I don't really care about that. I don't want to be your wife... I want to fuck!" She sneers. "Sex isn't love, James. It's just sex."
You don't like her tone. It's as if she's explaining that Santa Claus isn't real to a 12 year old who should already know better.
"Well... maybe that's fine for you, but I have to lay down next to her at night. And... I don't want this between us."
"James..." her tone softens a little, but there's pity in it now. "Look... we have hormones and desires and needs. All of us. You're hot, I'm hot. There's a spark between us. There's no reason not to enjoy ourselves, except some allegiance to some man-made rules about what's 'good' and 'bad.'" She wades over to you, pressing her naked body against you. "Do.. do you really think Jenna hasn't... not ever? She's an 8, and that's only because she's almost 40. She was probably a 9 when you knocked her up in high school. Women like that... like honey to flies, man. You think she always said no?"
You don't like these implications{if JxSWatch > 0
}, especially considering {if JxSWatch > 2} that she's right, given what you witnessed today between Jenna and Scotty. {else} the shit Jenna tried to pull with Scotty today. {endif
}{else}.{endif
} "I've never had a reason to suspect anything like that." {if JxSWatch > 0} you lie. {endif
}
"Women are smarter with their "indiscretions" than men are. And Jenna seems smarter than most."
You grunt uncomfortably as she puts her arms around your neck. "Even if she did... that doesn't change anything. I'm responsible for myself, not anyone else." You gently remove her arms. "I'm sorry, Kay."
"You're really serious? You're turning this down?" she sounds almost angry now.
"It's not easy, but yes."
"Well, I can't make you do something you don't want to do." She swims away, and starts to redress.
"I'm sorry."
"It's no skin off my nose, James." She smiles, with a hint of smug disbelief. "If you want to be a good boy, that's fine. Maybe you're right: maybe Jenna's a beautiful unicorn, and you're her soulmate. Or maybe you knocked up a knockout in high school, and you stuck it out all these years because that's the 'right thing to do.'" She climbs out.
"I hope this won't be a problem for us, Kayla."
"No problem, James." she reaches out to stroke your cheek. "I'll see you on Monday."
She leaves, and you sit for a long while, mulling over her words.
{if JxSWatch > 0} You hate that Kayla's words line up with what you saw today. You wanted to believe it was the first time Jenna had ever done anything like that. Is it wishful thinking? {else}Was Jenna really like what Kayla was implying? {endif
}You think back on every instance of straying, whether small or large, in your long marriage. You're no saint. You got a blowjob from a stripper at Dane's bachelor party, and of course, there had been this morning with Kayla{if TaraSexLvl > 2}, and Tara...{endif}.
Well, no matter how many times you fuck up, you can decide to stop fucking up. You turn off the jets and climb out.
You head back inside. The girls are finishing up their reality TV marathon, and you suggest some card games. The wholesome fun cleanses your palate from the upsetting conversation with Kayla. Around 11:00, the girls retreat to Riley's room, and you start idly tidying up, tossing food garbage and cleaning some dishes, until the headlights of an Uber swing into the driveway.