My husband made one final request before leaving for the air..

My husband made one final request before leaving for the airport yesterday to be released from his cock cage. Mostly, I think he was just anxious about getting through security at O’Hare, so I assured him one last time that I spared no expense in getting him a TSA-approved device. And I was right. He made it through without so much as even a pat down. But I’ll be honest. After my dream on Thursday night, I was a little torn about the entire issue. Leaving the cage on obviously runs the risk of playing right into Chrissy’s little cuckold fantasy scenario (if indeed she actually has one). But alternatively, I fear that leaving him out has the potential of turning into something even worse. So, ultimately, I decided that I’m sticking to my guns. My husband seems to be entirely unaware of Chrissy’s abnormal level of interest in him and his situation. At least that’s the impression he’s trying to leave with me. I’m inclined to believe him. In his mind, he has no concept whatsoever of what an unbelievable catch that he is. He’s an amazing father, handsome, successful, supportive, witty, charming, refined, and, most of all, possessed of a fetish that completely liberates his wife to take y0ung, virile bull lovers into their bed whenever she chooses. He’s the absolute perfect fucking husband. When they got to their gate yesterday, he texted me how relieved he was to have made it through the checkpoint. He told me he’d purposely straggled so that the remainder of his group were well ahead of him in the line. His hope being that they’d all be on their way to the gate if he had to endure the humiliation of a pat down or questioning about his peculiar device. But he also told me that Chrissy insisted on staying with him on the off chance there was any issue with security. She told him that, if worse came to worst, she could pose as his kinky girlfriend if they needed to explain the existence of his cock cage. Hubby said her insistence made him a little uncomfortable at first, but that the closer they got to the screener, the happier he was to have at least one of the group with him. I texted back how happy I was that Chrissy had been there for him🤮 If that story’s not a red flag, I don’t know what is. In any event, I texted Sanja last night for a little morale support. She’s been out of the country with her husband, and it’s been a while since we’ve hung out. We’re grabbing a drink this evening, which is exactly what I need. If I’m being paranoid about this whole Chrissy thing, Sanja will set me straight for sure.