"The law of unintended consequences"
As I entered our master bathroom, I raised my skirt hem, showing my husband that I was missing my panties; but what caught his attention was how red and swollen my vulva was. "Good lord girl! what happened to your cute little pussy? That looks absolutely raw."
"It is raw; I feel like I have been riding a 'sandpaper hobby horse'." I replied honestly.
For the next 30 minues, Jim hung on every word as I described my day of seduction by Stephen. Starting with being fingered to orgasm as I spotted Stephen on the weight bench first thing this morning, to masturbating him to orgasm, to being taken suddenly and unexpectedly on his bathroom counter, to our 'condom run' to the drug store, and finally concluding with the wonderful love making Stephen and I just completed, I relayed every detail.
Jim became erect as soon as I started telling my tale. He quickly turned off the shower, shed his clothes, and led me to our king size bed. As I was describing Stephen taking me unexpectedly in his down stairs bathroom, Jim was trying to enter me with his erection.
I interrupted my story for a moment, "Oh baby, I want you, but I am pretty sore. He really did fuck me raw today."
Jim nodded that he understood, and then reached into our nightstand and retrieved a large tube of K-Y jelly. He then coated the inner lips of my sore, swollen pussy with lubricant to facilitate my penetration.
"That's much better", I remarked as I let my husband penetrate me before continuing relating how Stephen had cum inside me without 'warning'; and my having to douche away the large volume of semen from inside me as Stephen watched.
Jim came inside me long before I finished my story.
We lay there resting, Jim gradually losing his erection inside me as we caressed each other. Since Jim has had a vasectomy, I did not have to take precautions before letting him ejaculate inside me.
We both showered together, got dressed and we then called Stephen up from the basement for dinner. That night, Saturday evening, was strange and strained. Stephen was 'distant and unusually quiet all night'.
I had not anticipated Stephen's discomfort around Jim, but he was quite uncomfortable and it showed. I quickly concluded that because Stephen was such a legitimately good boy, he would suffer considerable guilt from fucking another man's wife. I assumed that this guilt was compounded by the fact that Stephen had known Jim since he was a toddler, and they legitimately liked each other. Stephen viewed Jim as a 'second father' of sorts.
Then it dawned on me, Stephen also had viewed me as 'second mother' of sorts as well. Had I done the unthinkable? Had I initiated a relationship with this young man that had a small incestuous component to it from his psychological standpoint? Or was this just a healthy sexual encounter between a teenager coming of age and an older woman? I had to put these thoughts aside for the moment and focus on the issue at hand, 'how to deal with Stephen's guilt and the associated discomfort towards Jim'.
We got through dinner. Jim and I both made attempts to engage Stephen in casual conversation, but we were unsuccessful. Stephen was obviously in a different, far away world of his own thoughts right now, and he did not engage in the conversations except to respond politely to direct questions.
Jim and I retired to the family room to watch a movie after dinner, and we invited Stephen to join us, but he politely declined, preferring to escape to the secure environment of the basement.
As the movie started, Jim turned to me and suggested, "Maybe you should go check on him. He is obviously struggling with this situation. This afternoon may have been a mistake."
I nodded, and sat there silently collecting my thoughts for a minute or so before heading downstairs to address the unintended consequence of Stephen's awkwardness in Jim's presence.
I knocked on the door to the bedroom before opening the door, and saw Stephen lying on his bed, watching a show about Alaska earthquakes on the Discovery channel. "Are you OK?"
Stephen nodded, "I'm fine."
"Well you don't seem fine. What's going on in that head of yours?" I said as I sat on the bed next to him.
"Nothing. It's just a lot to process, today and all." He paused.
