Can't go back

Getting up, you carefully step around the various people either passed out or still fucking on the floor, to poke your wife in her sticky shoulder. It takes some effort, and you end up shaking Rachel a bit before she actually wakes up, "Rachel. Rachel get up."

She whimpers, wiping some cum off her forehead as she stood. With a loud splatter, a large amount of semen fell from her gaping holes, splashing into the staining puddle on the carpeted floor.

"S-So...," Rachel sighs, seeming unsure of what to say, or do. "That was..."

"Ridiculous," you supply and she nods. You sit in silence for awhile, watching but not really focusing on man who, you think, is currently getting a blowjob from his sister. Looking down, you ask with some concern, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," your wife winces, her pussy spreading even more as she widened her legs. "But not as bad as I thought. I don't know what kind of lube they have here but it works."

Smirking, you half-joke, "Y'know, we never did get to actually consummate our marriage."

Rachel laugh, soundly slightly nervous, "I don't think now is a good time, really. I'm... I'm sorry, James. This was... I love you so much, but it was just..."

"I know," you say, smiling weakly. "Let's try to get out of here, maybe."

You barely make it off the couch when the woman who first greeted you at the door, whom you assume to be the Lady Miranda, steps into the room. She grins at the sight, seeming to find particular joy in the state Rachel and yourself appear, "Well! You look like you've enjoyed yourselves, finally!"

"Can we please... just leave you," you beg, hoping the crazy woman felt her 'point' had been made. To no great surprise, the Lady shook her head.

"You're well on your way, yes," she nodded, beckoning to follow her. "But there's one last thing you must do for me."

With that, the woman began to lift her black dress up, revealing...