Clarification and Comment

I would not describe my husband's post-cuckold experience as a melt-down. The experience, however, does create a very heightened state of emotional sensitivity in him that requires intense nurturing on my part. It connects us in a way that nothing else can substitute.

I certainly do not allow him to orgasm in the moments and days that follow the event, but rather will save his orgasm as a symbolic (and even bio-chemical) conclusion to the stage of emotional intensity in which we now find ourselves.

Delay for Good Cause

While there is more story to tell, I am delaying the details. The after effects of the evening on my husband's emotions are as they were before, and he is always my priority.

An incredible evening continues...

Jim's domineering tone with my husband continued. Had I become uncomfortable with it, I would certainly have acted, but as it was, I was enjoying it. He insisted that my husband strip down and kneel before refilling our wine glasses. Still laying atop Jim, I rolled onto my side and rested my head on one hand. The other hand danced across Jim's chest hairs. I smiled and kept my stare on my husband.

Jim very matter of factly informed my husband that he had already had his way with me. I somewhat whimsically apologized for not waiting until my husband returned. I ran my finger inside of my body and moistened it. I extended it to my husband's mouth and let him taste the warm cocktail that our passion had produced. His eyes closed as his mouth wrapped around my finger.

Jim repositioned me so that I lay flat against his body. I kissed him and raised my hips above his waist. My husband took my cue, and without waiting for permission, moved himself into position behind me. I felt his mouth explore the warmth between my legs as my own mouth was locked onto Jim's. I lowered my hips and I felt Jim's cock hardening against my abdomen. I pushed my body forward slightly so that I could feel his erection and my husband's mouth between my legs at the same time. I then felt my husband put his hand between my legs. He was pushing me open and guiding Jim's cock inside me. I moaned and began a rocking motion.I could feel my husband struggle to keep him mouth between my legs.

This was the wild abandon of inhibitions that when it finally ends, you cannot ever recall -- and certainly cannot articulate -- the experience exactly as it feels at the time.

Once a cuckold...

As is my custom, I will extend the details over several posts. It begins here.

My dearest husband obsesses over my physical pleasure and the solace that he finds in his unconditional surrender to me. Whatever uncomfortable moments he had in the days and weeks that followed his initial cuckolding experience seem to have been forgotten in the grip of his insatiable desire to repeat his ultimate act of submission.

My husband had prepared a wonderful meal for us. However, being sensitive to the awkwardness of his presence, he left his wife and lover to enjoy the meal without him. This was at around 7:30 in the evening. He promised to return by 9:30, and bowed gracefully to both of us as he headed out the door. I certainly had every intention of waiting until my husband returned before initiating any intimacy with Jim. It was only a combination of the wine and Jim's warm breath on the back of my neck as he kissed me and played with hair that changed my plans. When my husband returned, as promised at 9:30, I was laying on the couch wearing only my special necklace, quite passionately ravaged, and stretched listlessly across the length of Jim's own naked body.

Jim surprised me by calling for my husband to bring us more wine. Jim's submissive curiousity, to which he had hinted in his email, did not seem so easily exploited as that of my husband's. I placed my hands between my legs. I could feel Jim's seed already leaking onto my thighs. I knew, however, that most of it was still inside me. I could feel Jim's cock start to harden again beneath me. Apparently he too was enjoying the presence of such precise power exchange.

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

My husband informed me that we will have a guest for dinner Saturday night. It should be quite an evening.

No Meaningful Update

I am writing this post just to keep everyone on top of the situation relative to my husband's currently open invitation to call Jim.

He has not said anything else about since I first mentioned it to him. We have spent the last few evenings just enjoying each others company. We have played tennis, watched a movie with some friends, and lived a decidedly uneventful life. If not for my evening massages, there would be nothing out of the ordinary about our time together.

Invitation

Last night, with a glass of wine in my hand and my husband nuzzled between my legs, I brought up the topic of Jim. I told him that I had recently been thinking about that evening. I asked my husband, now that some time has passed, what his thoughts were on the events that unfolded that night.

My husband was certainly quiet on the topic. However, I could see that it clearly aroused him. This was evident not only in the reappearance of his erection, but also a certain tenor that his body language takes as he drifts into subspace. I asked him to come up on the couch and kiss my breasts. This provided me an opportunity to hold his erection in my hand as we spoke more.

I asked him if he liked being my cuckold, even if it is something that we only occasionally practice. Of course he replied that he did. This, after all, is his nature... even if the actual activity takes some getting used to. I asked him if had ever fantasized about the night we spent with Jim and what specific activities might be the subject of his fantasies. He confessed that he often thought of the moment he first tasted Jim's seed from my body.

I told him that I had been in recent contact with Jim. However, I told him that I did not intend to speak with Jim again any time soon. The exception to this, however, would be if my husband took the initiative to call Jim and invite him to our home. This is where I left it. We will see what happens.