Be firm.

"Lucy."Your tone is flat. You place two hands gently on her shoulders, opening space between you. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I'm happily married." {if KaylaSexLvl > 1
} Your mind brings up images of Kayla, but you shake them away. {elseif TaraSexLvl > 1
} Your mind brings up images of Tara, but you shake them away. {elseif RileySexLvl > 1
}You try not to think about Riley. {elseif JxJCool = 1
}Your heart twists at the words. Jenna... what are you doing, baby? {elseif JxJLater = 1
} Despite what Jenna did, it's true. {else
}{endif
}
Lucy laughs. "Would you like to know how many happily married men I've had in my bed?" Her smile goes crooked when she realizes that's not really a great selling point.
"I'm not going to lie and say it's not appealing, Luce. I'm a man, I'm not indifferent to the idea." You chuckle. "I'm just not going to do it, that's all. It's not personal."
Lucy steps back, folding her arms. "Your brother-in-law in there..."
"I don't give a fuck what Jack does with his dick, it's not my business or my problem." You try to keep the snappish tone out of your voice.
"You gonna run and tell his wife, then?" her tone is a little mocking.
"No." You don't know if you will or not, but probably you won't. "Like I said, it's his business."
"Well, alright then, James. If you want my opinion, I think you're being a little naive. You've been married for... what? 19 years? And you knocked up your wife in high school?"
"Yeah... what's that got to do with anything?"
"You really think your wife has never sampled what's out there? Never sowed the oats she didn't get to sow before?"
{if JxJCool = 1
}Your heart twists again. Too accurate, for fuck's sake. {elseif
JxJLater = 1}Your heart twists again. {elseif JxJHotwife = 1
} Just because you've started this strange, hotwife journey with Jenna doesn't mean you have to stick your dick in anything that offers. {else
}You pause at the question, not knowing how to answer. {endif
}"If you want to be a good boy, I won't stop you, James. Have a nice day. I'm going to go see if Ana needs any help showing Jack a good time."
She leaves the room, and you sit back against the dryer, letting the rhythm lull you.
{if Morality > 33}Even if you want something more, you don't want it here. Even if you aren't a saint, you can afford to be selective... cautious. {else
} You don't feel well at all after her words. You suddenly have a strong desire to hold your wife{if JxJCool = 1
}, no matter what she may have done. {elseif JxJLater = 1
}, no matter what she's done. {else}.{endif
} {endif
}
You get your shorts out of the dryer, heedless of whether they might be damp. You head back to the clubhouse and turn in your cart, climbing into the Javelin and heading home.
You roll into the driveway around 1:50 PM.