He saw everything.

You walk in the front door and see your husband crouched by the front window in just his sweatpants, wiping something off the floor. He looks up with a slightly sheepish expression, 'Hey love, how was your evening?' He asks, stepping forward almost like he's hiding what he was doing. Taking in the scene you are pretty sure he's the source of the mess on the floor. You decide to cut right to the point, 'could you see us?' He nods tentatively, and you ask, 'did you like what you saw?', gesturing toward the partially cleaned mess on the floor, and he nods again. You smile at him, sensing that this moment of reconnection could be delicate. You decide to show him your appreciation and love first.

'I had a wonderful time, thank you for encouraging me to go out. I love you.' You say, stepping forward to embrace him. 'I love you too,' he replies, 'I'm happy you had fun, but I'm sorry I already came. I wanted to hear about your night first'. You whisper up into his ear, 'I'm actually glad you already came, he was so big I don't think I could go another round.' You feel something against your hip and look down. Before your eyes a tent has magically formed in your husband's pants. You touch him and he seems reasonably hard. Not all the way, but enough to work with. 'Didn't you just cum?' you ask. 'Mm-hm" he says with animalistic desire in his eyes. He kneels down and reaches under your dress to pull your lacy thong down your legs, and when he gasps you realize how much cum must be in them by now. He stands back up and you see the tent in his pants is larger now. He slides his pants down, letting his penis spring free.

You thought you were too sore, but seeing how excited he is makes you want to please him. Should you let him reclaim you, or find another way to calm his erection?