Reflecting on Rach's Solo Encounter

So now that Rach has posted her recollection of the evening, I have new appreciation for the event. We've recounted this with each other multiple times since and it is hot each and every time I hear her talk about it. She even called me Ken one night! LOL

I wanted to describe the emotions I went through on this evening and since. When Rach told me she was ready to do this, I was a bit stunned. To be honest, there was a slight tinge of hurt to the whole idea of her meeting someone without me. Up until that point, her only "solo" experiences had me occupied. You may recall that we vacationed a couple years back with some good friends of ours and that Rach had some fun alone. However, on that trip, we had not fully explored the idea of bringing in another man. I mean, we had fantasized about it but had not really taken that next step. Also, knowing he was a friend of mine made things somewhat easier. This was different.

I had never met Ken, knew nothing of him and was a bit concerned. I could tell from the lust in her voice that this was a different experience. Planned. It was also one that she had not been pursued as much as she was the pursuer (is that a word?) LOL. She wanted him and it hung hard in my chest for a bit that it seemed as if she didn't want me to meet him. I started having feelings of insecure jealousy.

Talking to her on the way in, I could also sense her nervousness. Now Rach can get the tingles. She can be excited. But when she gets nervous, I know, she really likes this guy. That, along with the idea that I would not be there so she could give the glancing reassurances, the touching of my hand or my leg to let me know she was still mine or the voice telling me she loved me - all of that...missing that...it was hard.

I tried to keep myself busy with the girls at home. At one point, I must admit, I was angry. Here I was with our two beautiful girls while their mother was out fucking another man. (I know that sounds so mean and hurtful but it is honest and I have to write it) Damn, why was I having such feelings of insecurity.

So, it did make me feel somewhat better that it was a relatively short period of time. It was as if she was in for a "quickie". That she simply wanted to experience this physical pleasure and then dismiss him, or rather dismiss herself, once she was through using him. When she called on the ride home, I was relieved that she was safe, relieved that she was not spending more time there and relieved that she would soon be coming home. It did hurt when I asked her about him and I could sense the uneasy openness as she described him. She used terms like "Greek God" and "the largest cockhead" which had me feeling...well, a bit inadequate. As we hung up, I felt myself shaking and didn't know what to do. So I went upstairs and noticed how my own cock was filling up. Damn, I remember thinking. Where is she? She should be home by now. I heard the garage door open and tried to look relaxed and cool...that was hard! LOL

The image I have of Rach walking in I can only described as "tustled". Her hair, while it appeared she had tried to brush, was still a mess. Her cheeks were still flush red and I remember thinking that she had just had an incredibly hard fuck. Still, the smile on her face, the look of questioning how I would react, the shaking legs as she walked toward me - all of it - had me thinking that I needed to reassure her that I was okay.

So here's the amazing part. When she reached me and I felt her embrace, it was. It was okay because I knew that she had come home to me. She didn't have to leave as quickly as she did. She certainly had a free pass for the evening when she left. I had made that as clear as I could possibly muster. But instead, she came home to fulfill the rest of her night with me.

It was so surreal smelling the scent - however slight the hint was - of another man. I wasn't turned on by it as much as I was turned on by her. She looked amazingly sexy, slightly slutty and completely mine. Wow. What a rush of emotions I went through that evening. To have her in my arms felt completely breath-taking.

As we made love, I became more comfortable asking her questions. When she answered, at first, I could tell she was reserving her words. She didn't want to hurt me, I could tell. But as our lovemaking grew in intensity, in pure raw energy and emotion, I continued to ask her and she opened up. She told me in no uncertain terms that she would love another round with this man. But at the same time, she quickly reassured me that it was I, not Ken, that made her completely happy.

Words can not describe the feelings I have for this amazing woman. She is everything I had ever hoped to find in a partner, in a lover, in a woman of equal. So as you read this Rach, know that there is nothing that stands between us. Nothing that we can't handle, emotionally and spiritually, together. I love you baby!