I have often thought at great length and depth about what happened after I had sex with my next door neighbor. I had been with three men. My husband only knew about two of them and our neighbor was one of those two. For my own reasons I could not bring myself to tell him about the person from work until months after. It's true that my husband had encouraged me to "let it happen" and when it did was absolutely ecstatic at a level I could not really understand. But, being with my neighbor was different. It didn't strike me right away. The difference was it was the first time my husband had seen me with another man. I mean he didn't actually see me have sex with him but certainly the after effects of the act itself. It was an important turning point.
My husband found me asleep and lying next to our neighbor, both of us nude and it was obvious that we had just finished having sex. The blatant and conspicuous evidence of our sexual performance slapped him in the face and mind as soon as he looked into the bedroom. Even though this happened because of his encouragement, I was extremely embarrassed, him finding me like that. I suppose under normal situations this would be a cause for a huge upset and a lot of yelling. My husband helped me get up and dressed and walked with his arm around me out the door, across our two yards and back into our house. I didn't think about any neighbors seeing this but I guess it would have looked pretty innocent, anyway.
I was really, really tired, bodily and mentally and quite conscious of what I just did with our neighbor. While walking back I could feel his semen inside me leaking out. It was a strange and heightened sensation particularly with my husband's arm around, me so protectively.