Unplug the computer and confront your wife.

Having seen a enough you walk right over to your laptop laying on the floor and press the power button with the tip of your shoe.

“What the heck?” Your wife lets go of the vibrator, and her tits, and waves her hands in front of her face once the feed is cut.

Flipping up the visor she leans over to deal with the computer and sees your feet.

“Oh, fuck.” She groans and looks up at you.

“Selina, what the heck are you doing?!” You waste no time getting to the point.

“Masturbating.” She answers without hesitation or shame.

“By stealing from my office, two major Metropolis businesses and a sleazy porn shop?” You put your hands on your hips and add some snark to your voice, “A bit overkill, don't you think? Even for you.”

Dropping the vibrator your ex-con lover stands, and with defiance in her fiery emerald eyes struts over to you, her full hips swaying. She doesn't bother to zip up her suit, leaving her ample cleavage on full display. Yes, you are ripped, but damn, what a smoking hot body your wife has.

“Look,” Selina places her hand against your chest and speaks as if she is haggling with a vendor from the city square, “it's been almost a week and I'm horny has hell. Later you can yell at me all you want but for right now can't we just fuck? I really, really, need to cum.”