Your Home is Taken Over

You come home from work earlier than expected and already hear muffled laughter from the living room outside. As you quietly open the door, you see your wife Tiffany sitting on the couch – or rather: on Steven's lap. He has his hands possessively around her waist while she's laughing and whispering something in his ear. Both slowly turn toward you, but neither makes any move to get up. Steven grins at you, his gaze cold and challenging. "Well, finally here? We've been waiting for you." Tiffany giggles, runs her fingers over her lips, then deliberately lets them glide over Steven's thigh. "Honey, Steven just explained to me how much he enjoys humiliating you. And you know what? It makes me so damn hot." She leans back, pressing herself closer to him while his hand slowly moves under her shirt. What do you want to do now?