That was unexpected.

True to her word, Gemma makes no attempts on you for the rest of the day, despite the fact that the two of you are the only ones at home alone. Steve and your wife return home later that afternoon with several boxes of belongings, which you help to get out of the car. Rebecca makes an early start on dinner, busying herself in the kitchen while Steve assists with the preparation, and with very little to contribute you head towards the living room to watch some television. You pass by the laundry room, where you briefly observe Gemma sorting out her clothes, before heading toward the couch.

As you watch a replay of last night's basketball game, you can't help but be distracted by thoughts about Gemma. You definitely can't deny that the orgasms she gave you were absolutely mindblowing. And you completely lost control that night you fucked her in the ass. You never could've even dreamed that such a nympho existed, let alone was now living under your roof. Part of you fears that you'll give in to temptation while she's here, and do something rash. After a few minutes deep in thought, you get up off the couch and head to the laundry room. Gemma looks up at you as you enter, and you put a finger to your lips to keep her quiet. She gives you a quizzical look before you reach down and pick her up, sitting her on the washing machine which is whirring away.

In the end, you've decided that if this is going to happen - and you're pretty sure it will eventually happen - it's best to do it on equal terms where each of you knows where they stand, and with as little risk as possible. You hear the sound of your wife and her father chatting away in the kitchen, and decide that this is one of those times.