"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.
And I gave him a look that was meant to say 'come on, tell me what's really going on'. Stephen understood and continued. He began to open up a bit, "It is weird with Jim and all. I could hear you two having sex this afternoon right after you and I made love. I didn't like thinking about him being with you, or in you. I did not like hearing the two of you together. "
OK, this was an unexpected reaction, and it caught me by surprise. Stephen was feeling some jealousy towards my husband for fucking his own wife. This was more complicated than I anticipated.
"I am his wife, Stephen. He is allowed to have sex with me." This might not have been the best response, but these were the words that first came to me.
"I know, I know. I know I have no rights here at all. He does, I don't. But I did not like it anyway." He paused and then went on, "I doubt he would like it if the situation was reversed."
So Stephen was feeling jealous and territorial. I had not seen this situation coming. I tried hard to think about my response.
"Well, Stephen, in a situation like this, you have to decide if you are comfortable sharing me. If you are not, then we need to stop this. We probably should never have started this in the first place. At this moment, I feel like I have done something that might actually hurt you today. I am sorry." I placed my hand on his thigh in a loving, not sexual manner to reassure him.
A look of genuine fear swept over Stephen. "Oh please do not say that. Please do not say that this was a mistake. This afternoon was the most beautiful experience of my life." Stephen got a bit dramatic for a moment, "I think I would just die if you said we could not ever do that again."
He stopped to collect himself before continuing, "Do you think Jim would be willing to share if he knew? That's what you are telling me I have to do; is share you, and you are saying I should like doing it."
"You raise an interesting question, Stephen. I am not sure how willing Jim would be to 'share' me if he knew. He is not a jealous man. And above all he wants me to be happy. He might be OK with sharing me if he knew it was with someone I cared about and they cared about me; if he knew that my involvement did not threaten the relationship he and I have. I don't know."
Stephen listened but looked unconvinced; no actually he looked quite skeptical.
"Maybe you should ask him if he is willing to share me." I quipped with a smile.
