She's good...and you're real pent up.

Lucy starts bobbing on your cock with the skill of a girl who gets a lot of practice. You shudder as her lips pass back and forth over the sensitive spots on your cock, and you groan as she hums: the vibration adds a lovely quirk to the sensations.
"God...damn girl...."
"Yeah...you shouldn't have shut me down for so long..." she twist-pumps as she smirks up at you. "See what you've been missing?"
"I'm a.... happily....fuck.....married...." your knees get weak.
"If I had a dollar for every time a guy told me that, James...." her smile fades... "well, I'd have like 15 bucks, but still..."
"Stop talking about other guys you've fucked..." you put your hand on her head and push her back down onto your cock.
Your pent-up frustration is really burning in your balls and prostate right now. The sounds of Ana screaming her head off filter through the door of the laundry room as well, and that definitely contributes.
"You've got a nice dick, James." Lucy sucks the tip, pulling off with a pop, then going back down to the root.
"Jeeesus...." you groan at the deepthroat. It feels....amazing.... she holds it for a long time, actually bobbing with the head lodged in her throat.
"It'd be nice to have this dick inside me baby...."
"I don't know...this is bad enough...." you squirm. She's stroking you just right. It's bubbling up.
"So what's the difference?" She gives you the eyes. It's all too much. You're going to cum...
"Lucy! I'm..." you spurt right in her face, and she yells in surprise.
"Ah!...." she moves her face, stroking you off as you spurt onto the floor, wiping her nose bridge with the heel of her palm. "Damn it, James..."
"Sorry... you're too good..."
"For a happily married man, you're pretty fucking pent up, baby..." she's got a sour look on her face.
"I am." You settle back against the dryer, panting. Sweat is beading on your face.
"Well...." Lucy looks disappointed. "Clean my dad's floor before you leave." She stands up, shaking her head as she sways out of the room, wiping her face.

You feel shitty. It was nice to pop that cork, but your guilt and the look of annoyance on Lucy's face serve as a bitter dessert to the orgasm.
When the dryer finishes, you clean the floor with a nearby rag, and dress yourself. As you pass through the living room, Lucy and Ana are robed and lounging on the couches. Jack is nowhere to be seen, but the girls are talking quietly and stop as you pass through the room.
"I'm heading home. Thanks for the hospitality, ladies."
"Have a nice day." Lucy says, with a hint of mockery. Ana smirks, suppressing a laugh.
You shake your head as you head back to the clubhouse, turn in your cart, and then drive home.
It's about 2:04 pm when you roll in to your driveway.