Bridge Night

Your wife Lily was supposed to be home from her bridge night with her friends hours ago. Concerned, you wait up for her. Finally, around 3 am, the front door opens quietly and Lily walks in, her face and tits completely drenched in cum. “Lily!” you exclaim, “where were you?? What the hell happened?!” Sheepishly she replies, “I… I got bridged.” Despite your hurt and anger, you can’t hide your arousal, and Lily notices the growing tent in your shorts. “Are you… are you getting hard right now?” she asks as a grin forms across her face, her embarrassment turning to a mischievous excitement. How do you respond?