This is really bad.

“Honey, you spilled the milk,” Rebecca scolds, pointing at the pool of cum beneath you as she walks around to your side of the kitchen island with the empty bowls. Thankfully, Gemma was quick enough to pull up your shorts and crawl around to the other side away from view when she heard your wife get up from the breakfast table. You still harbor a painfully solid erection but lean against the countertop enough to obscure it from view.

"Oh," you exclaim, feigning surprise at the mess on the floor. "I'll clean it up. Don't worry about the dishes, I'll do them too. Why don't you guys freshen up and we can take a walk around the town in about half an hour?"

Steven and your wife head back upstairs, and you grab a bunch of paper towels and wipe your seed off the floor. Anger wells up inside you, realizing just how close you were to disaster if either her father or your wife saw what she was doing. It was one thing to ambush you in a car at night. It was one thing to jump you in your office. But this was in your home, in the presence of the two people most likely to get hurt. You need to shut this down right now, or it's going to spiral madly out of control.

"Listen, Gemma, I'm just going to say it clearly so it can get through to that head of yours. I am never, ever going to reciprocate. Do you understand me? Never. And nothing you do will ever convince me. Nothing."

"Fuck me in the ass," she says, lifting herself up onto the countertop and sitting on the edge. You stand there stunned, with your mouth agape, feeling your cock stiffen. "I've never been fucked in the ass before. You can take my anal virginity. And when you cum in my ass, you'll own me. No one can have it but you. So... Fuck. My. Ass."