What have you done?

You slide your cock out of her ass and sit back on the heels of your feet, panting for breath. Gemma turns to look at you with a wicked smile, and begins to stroke your sleeping wife's hair. Her gesture causes anger to well up inside you before you realize that you should really be angry at yourself for what you've just done. You've cheated on your wife... ON your wife. You stare at Gemma's gaping asshole, oozing cum and oil all over. The sheets are a complete mess, soaked with juices and lubricant, fast seeping their way through the fabric. You wonder how many sleeping pills Rebecca took to be knocked out so deeply. If the house was on fire, she'd be burned alive in her sleep.

"Get off her," you growl, getting up off the bed.

Gemma does as you ask, rolling off the bed on the other side. You begin to pull the soiled sheets off of Rebecca's sleeping form. You're going to have to be doing some late-night laundry, and you have no idea how you're going to explain it to your wife. As you continue to gather up the messy linen, Gemma walks up to you and kisses you deeply. You try and pull away, but your body freezes when you feel her hand grab your cock - still hard and smeared with thick, creamy cum. You stand there helpless as she probes your mouth with her tongue, and pumps your cock slowly before she finally leans back. She stares at you, a long strand of saliva still connecting both of your lips, and slips her now cum-coated fingers into her mouth to clean them off.

"Remember," she says, sucking her fingertips slowly, "You can have this whenever you want."