Cuckold Anxiety Attack
Okay, so… ummmm… I’m not quite sure how to put this, but my husband had a little cuckold anxiety attack last night on the phone. He’s still up in Seattle, until Friday, and I’m back at home.
We were just talking about usual life/work things, and the subject of my seeing Michael came up. I told him that Michael and I were going to get together Friday night, and that I was planning to spend the night with him. Since my husband’s plane doesn’t get in until after 9 PM, that means I wouldn’t see him until Saturday.
He asked me "don’t you think it’s a little soon to be spending the night with him?"
"No," I said, “I don’t think so. I’m going to need you to be okay with that.”
I explained to him that Michael was taking me to a business dinner function and that he wanted me to remove my wedding rings while we were in public together.
My husband didn’t like that.
I tried to told calm him down, and told him "don’t get all pissy about it. He’s going to be with people he knows, people he works with, so he doesn’t want them thinking he’s there with a married woman. It’s just easier."
"You seem to be getting very close to him."
"A little, but you need to trust me. Michael is just fun. It’s just sex. I like that he’s dominant, but that’s all it is with him. You’re my husband. You’re the man I love."
"And I love you. I guess I just need some time to adjust. It seems like with Michael it’s been different than with Johnny. Like it’s more than just sex. I don’t know. Please don’t be upset with me because I’m concerned."
"He is different than Johnny. But all men are different. Leon’s different. Brandon’s different. I’m not upset with you for being concerned, but it’s important to me that you’re comfortable. You can always share your feelings with me. You know that. But I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, ma’am. I know it’s not my place to question you, and I don’t mean to. I’m sorry."
"I’d like you to pick me up from his house on Saturday. Like maybe late morning. I think it’s time that you met him. Can you do that for me, please?"
"Yes, of course. I’d like to meet him also."
"Good boy. I promise I’ll treat you to something very special when I see you."
"I miss you so much. I wish you could have stayed the whole week with me."
"Me too. It was fun. Did you like watching me with that guy at the bar?"
"That was pretty hot. I always like watching you."
"I almost invited him back to the room, but I wasn’t getting the right vibe from him. He seemed to be trying too hard. And I think he probably had a small dick anyway. Like yours! But I enjoyed flirting and playing with him… letting him touch me… with you watching."