He Is Finally Leaving!

I awoke Sunday morning with my mine rapid-firing over the last two day’s events. So much happened in a short time span that most was still a blur. I kept focusing on the items that were permanently done, that we would be forced to live with the consequences for some time to come.

My first thoughts were of my sister seeing Linda walking around naked in front of Darryl and me, and my acceptance of that behavior. I know that her thoughts of me were forever changed, as she would now see me as the cuckolded sissy who allowed another man to take over his wife. My crossdressing was something that she could accept because she had gradually seen the progress. However, Linda’s infidelity, and my acceptance of it, had been thrust upon her the day before. How would that change our relationship and where would that lead?

Secondly, the appearance of Jesse for my surprise date last night was a shock that was only surpassed by my willingness to let the evening progress as it did. Plus, Jesse had also witnessed Linda’s submissiveness to Darryl as well as his orchestration of her permanent marking by his command of selection and placement of her butterfly tattoo. He had seen her willingly strip from the waist down to allow another man to intimately mark her while I just stood by. How must he think of me today?

Then there was the whole tattoo parlor adventure. I was easily reminded of it as I gently touched my new bellybutton stud. At least it was something I could remove and let heal after Darryl left… but it was kind of cute, so maybe I might keep it for awhile. I couldn’t wait to see Linda’s tattoo. I had gotten a look at it during the early stages the night before, but not the finished product. She had promised me that I could see it this morning.

Pushing all of those thoughts out of my mind, I got out of bed and began preparing for the day ahead. I practically jumped when I looked in the mirror. I had fallen asleep with Jesse beside me and had not taken the time to remove my makeup, which had become quite smeared during our bedroom Olympics. The shower felt refreshing and helped to wash away some of the guilt I was feeling about how I had behaved the night before and what I had allowed to happen.

An hour later, dressed for the day, I knocked softly on the master bedroom’s door and just as softly walked into the room carrying hot coffee on a tray. I tried to advert my eyes from the two naked bodies entwined on the rumpled sheets. Linda was the first to notice my presence as she lifted her head and smiled. My eyes immediately focused on her new prize… the colorful butterfly dancing just above her pussy lips.

“Come take a closer look,” she whispered as she moved away from sleeping Darryl and reclined on her back to allow me an intimate inspection.

I set the tray down and slipped silently to my knees beside the bed. I was pleased to see that it was rather small and intimate, not something gaudy, as I had feared. “It looked cute,” I thought as I accepted the fact that my wife now sported a tattoo at the desires of another man, something that would be a constant reminder of this time and circumstances. Whenever I looked at it, I would remember that I was a cuckold to my wife, that I could not stop another man from marking her.

“Taste me as you study it,” Linda quietly ordered as she spread her legs open.

I eased between the parted legs and lightly kissed, then licked her intimate opening, my eyes never leaving her butterfly. It was in the perfect spot for me to focus on it as I performed my oral duties. I knew that I would be in this position and viewing it from inches away many times in the future. Each time I tasted her there, I would have a reminder starting back at me. I would never be able to forget last night.

The rest of the day was pretty ordinary. I fixed a brunch as the three of us were starving. Linda walked around naked again and I was constantly staring at her butterfly. Darryl took her three more times before leaving; once in the kitchen as I cleaned off the dishes, once more in the bedroom during an afternoon ‘rest period’, and finally in the living room just before leaving when he lifted her off the sofa and fucked her on the floor while I sat in the recliner. After the last time, he instructed me to lick her clean as he kissed her goodbye. The tears rolling down her face were not because of the orgasm I had brought her to, but from the knowledge that it would be months before Darryl would be back this way. I didn’t even say goodbye to him as I was ‘busy’ at that moment. But I knew that I was hardly on his mind then.

The next few days were quiet for Linda and me. We talked sparingly of the previous three days, instead just trying to get back into our normal routines and returning to our lives as a couple again. I think that we are okay, that the activities have not scarred us or driven a wedge between us. I think that we will gradually return to the place that we are most comfortable with.

This experience has been stressful and a strain on us. Only time will tell if there are any repercussions or long term effects. You can count on me diligently reporting all as best I can.

Thanks for following along and for your comments and concerns. Once again, it has been an interesting ride.