Saturday’s telephone call with Raef and follow up texting le..

Saturday’s telephone call with Raef and follow up texting led to an utter blowout with my husband on Sunday. But then it all culminated in some clarity and resignation on his part. I never in a million years would have guessed things were going to shake out the way they did. It’s actually taken me a day to process all of it. But the bottom line is that my husband’s simply being too emotional about everything. For whatever reason, the toothpaste that he’s so worried about is already out of the tube. That much is a fact. So all we can do now is deal with situation as it stands. And the current reality of our situation, in all likelihood, is that my decision to share the facts of our marriage with Jessica has led to my husband being outed as a cuck with his boss and who knows else. Unfortunately, there’s simply no way to know for certain how far this juicy little piece of gossip has spread into our circle. But at the end of the day, I suppose there’s some remote chance that it hasn’t gone any further than Sanja and Raef at this point. In my husband’s mind, however, that’s bad enough. Catastrophic even. But I just don’t see it the same way that he does. And I made that fact clear to him last night. For starters, I’ve always felt that my marriage is beautiful and perfect with all of its kinks and complexities. And I’ve also always sort of resented the extremes my husband has gone to to keep the nature of it under wraps. A big part of me is actually rejoicing over this little turn of events. Secondly, our marriage has gradually shifted over the last couple of years toward my taking a more dominant role. Certainly that’s the case sexually, where I have full power to choose my lovers, require my husband to keep my vagina perfectly groomed for them, and even have him m33t with my new friend at VS to pick out the panties I wear for them. But it’s also trickled over into our non-sexual life too. My attempts to foster a better relationship with Raef and Sanja were initially about strengthening my husband’s professional relationship with his boss. And so far, things couldn’t be going better in that respect. Raef has been treating my husband more like a colleague and bullying him so much less. I’ve been very clear with my husband that that’s all because of me. Don’t get me wrong. I totally get that having our ‘real’ and ‘sexual’ worlds collide is terrifying for my husband. But let’s be absolutely clear, my instincts and decision making have got us to where we are today, and I’m the one who’s best positioned to navigate these waters. As far as the chance goes of news of my husband’s cuck status having spread into the broader population, I told my husband in no uncertain terms that he just has to deal with it. People have kinks, and not everyone is blessed with an alpha-sized penis. It’s a fact of life, and like everything else, this will also blow over in time. Plus, he just needs to look at the bright side. Public knowledge of our relationship is going to open way more doors for us than it closes. He needs to see it from the same perspective. And hen I finished by telling my husband that I’m actually glad this all happened. So glad in fact that I wouldn’t even go back and change things if given the opportunity. I want him to be happy about it too. Things are changing for the better for us. My interim promotion is a huge opportunity for us professionally speaking, and this thing that’s sparking with Raef is exciting as fuck (including for hubby). Yes, there’s definitely some professional peril for him, but I’ve been making more money than him for over 5 years now. We can weather the loss of his job. But I also told him that I won’t let that happen. I know how important his career is to him, and I have a plan to protect him. Now all he needs to do is get the fuck on board. After I’d sufficiently calmed my husband’s nerves, the two of us went to bed. I could tell that hubby was emotionally exhausted, but I had him eat my pussy until I came. It was no shit the hardest climax I’ve ever fucking experienced.