Friday Night date night

Its Friday night and you've finally made it home after an excruciating work week. You expect to see your wife, Natalie, waiting for you in a pair of skimpy pajamas with Chinese take-out and a few beers. The two of you have been planning a relaxing date night in for a few weeks now and you've really been looking forward to it after the week you've had.

You can picture her now, standing there in the kitchen waiting for you as you walk through the back door. Deep brown eyes staring lovingly at you. Her wavy dark brown hair resting just above her breasts. You can practically see her nipples through her top, and when she turns around her cheeks are bare from the bottom of her incredibly short shorts. She is small and curvy, with pale skin and a smile to light up a room. Chinese sounds good, but she tastes better, and you are ravenous to skip straight to desert!

But as you walk through the door, she's not there waiting for you. You can hear soft voices, as you take your boots and coat off. Whimpers that almost sound like tears and you can't help but wonder what's going on. You follow the sound to the living room. Finding your wife sitting on the couch in the same little pink and black negligee you were just picturing her in. But she isn't alone. Sitting next to her, face buried against her, is her best friend, Tina. A curly blonde haired woman with a sun-kissed complexion and blue-green eyes, just a bit taller than your wife and just as curvy. She's not exactly your cup of tea but still cute.

Natalie tells her she's going to grab another bottle of wine, and makes her way towards you. You notice they're already at least a bottle deep. Pulling you into the kitchen, she quietly and quickly explains to you, that Tina had just gone through a horrible break up and she needs a place to stay for the night. She kisses your cheek and promises a raincheck, then grabs the wine and makes her way back to living room.

You decide to go take a shower to relax. There's no point in arguing, date night is already over. But when you get out of the shower you notice the house is now quiet. Assuming one or both of them have fallen asleep after 2 whole bottles, you quietly walk to the living room and peek in. But they're not sleeping. As you peek around the corner you see Natalie and Tina face to face, their lips pressed together in a passionate embrace. Tinas hand has made its way up Natalie's shirt, gently fondling her breast. You can just make out her fingers as they slowly rub her nipples.

What do you do?