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Tips appreciated if you enjoyed my video. 😘 _________________________________________________ Hubby had a full week back at the office this past week. In his opinion, our particular “cat” is clearly out of the bag, and I’m super proud of him for facing his fear of humiliation head on. Interestingly, it’s almost as though our relationship has captured more curiosity from his office mates than ridicule. His female colleagues seem to be especially taken his circumstances. One apparently told him in their kitchenette that she thinks that female led marriages are where “things are headed” lol. I certainly appreciate her forward thinking on the matter, and I think some credit undoubtedly has to be given to the Falwells for making the eroticism of cuckolding almost a cause celebre among the evangelical community. But the truth is, it’s mostly only the alpha females among us who need beta husbands. So, while it might not technically be where “things are headed” necessarily, there is definitely a large segment of educated and driven women who are realizing that partnering long-term with alpha males is a recipe for divorce. In any event, Chrissy has been handling a project for Raef and my husband and pretty much discusses our situation openly when the three of them are alone together. I’ve met Chrissy several times but never really spoken with her. There’s absolutely nothing that’s terribly striking about her other than her gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a little shorter than me, so I’d put her at around 5’2, and she’s a good 15 pounds overweight, which she carries fairly well in her mid-30s ass. Her breasts are definitely small. I would probably describe her as cute as a button. Hubby says that she’s married, but he doesn’t think they have any kids. He also said the two of them are having some problems, which my female intuition tells me might at least partially stem from the fact she’s had her cute little cheating pussy impaled by Raef’s perfect cock. The three of them, along with the company’s executive director and some members of the development/marketing team, will be traveling together to a joint strategic planning retreat with two sister organizations in just a couple of weeks. Apparently, Raef has also “confided” in Chrissy my plans for putting my husband in a chastity device for all of his upcoming travel. Much to Raef’s delight, she brought this particular fact up yesterday at Primebar while the three of them were grabbing a quick happy hour drink. According to my husband, she’d gotten tipsy rather quickly and blurted out how a little birdie told her how sad it was that he wouldn’t be able to mess around on the SPT. Hubby attempted to play dumb, which Raef immediately shot down by showing him the pic I’d sent him of the chastity device I’d ordered (Once again, a blunder that rests squarely on my shoulders). Chrissy, according to my husband, didn’t seem to be acting with an ounce of malice, but she apparently had a grin on her face that went from ear to ear when she actually had the audacity to ask him if she could see his cage on their trip. Hubby, obviously mortified, turned red as a beet, and Chrissy, to her credit, quickly realized the overstep and apologized and switched subjects. All of this is a roundabout way of saying that I by no means have forgotten about Raef. Little incidents like yesterday’s are clear proof that he needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. But incidentally, last night in bed I brought up the subject of letting Chrissy see him in his cage on their upcoming trip. I obviously have no intention whatsoever of letting this happen, but I was curious to see how he’d react by my telling him the opposite. So I said “baby, I think it might be a good idea to let Chrissy see for herself just how submissive you are to me. But definitely not on the trip,” I added. “The fact is, your getting accustomed to wearing a cage for me is well overdue, so I’m thinking it’s time to finally get it out of the box. You’re going to wear it starting Monday for the entire week. And just maybe I’ll m33t the three of you at Primebar next Friday, and the two of us can show Chrissy and Raef together just how obedient you are. How does that sound, sweetie?” And with my hubby’s now firm erection gliding smoothly through my palm, I started to develop a little plan.