My husband left for Orlando bright and early yesterday morni..

My husband left for Orlando bright and early yesterday morning with Raef, Chrissy and a handful of other ambitious individuals. This week he’ll be extremely busy meeting with members of the NRA and other like-minded conservatives. And while the defenders of “family values” that are congregating this week in Florida are certain to make some good things happen, I’m also fairly confident that the sex-worker industry will be thriving for the next several days as well. Such is the life of hypocrites. But one person who won’t be enjoying the “by the hour” company of y0ung women is my husband. I know that much for a fact - Because on Sunday night I caged him up myself. Not coincidentally, Raef texted me yesterday afternoon. It’s the first time we’ve chatted in over a month and a half, and he “graciously” volunteered to keep an eye on Scott and Chrissy for me. And while I thanked him for his less-than-sincere offer, I made certain to let him know that I have absolutely no concerns about Scott this week. But that’s not stopping Raef from continuing to stoke the flames with my husband, who’s already complained to me a dozen times or so about the incessant teasing from Raef (and Chrissy!) about his chastity device. A small part of me almost wants to let him cut the lock on his device – just to show them - But that’s not happening. On the home front, I’ve been struggling a bit with the incident last week involving my session with Joann, and I definitely had some trouble falling asleep last night as a result. As I lay in bed in the pitch black of the night, I couldn’t help but wonder what my husband was doing. I’d texted him good night at around 10:45 central (which is an hour behind Orlando), and he hadn’t responded. So, like any woman in this situation, my imagination began to run a bit wild. I started thinking about my husband’s mouth. In all honesty, Scott might have the sexiest mouth ever. His teeth are straight and white, and his lips are made for kissing. But it’s his tongue that I simply can’t live without – and what he’s capable of achieving with it is completely unparalleled in my experience. And I’ll admit, the thought of Chrissy sitting her soaked cunt on my husband’s face and feeling the magic of what my sweet hubby can do makes my face flush crimson with rage. But I’ll admit, there’s also a not insignificant part of me that can’t help but be a little curious. So after laying wide-eyed and obsessing for what seemed like an hour and half (with still no “good night” reply from Scott), I eased my fingers beneath the waist band of my panties to “test the waters,” so to speak. I wasn’t just wet - I was swollen. And aching. Maybe I was just horny in general, who knows. But I simply can’t help myself. There’s definitely a part of me that wants to see my husband make that bitch cum with his mouth. Locked in his device, of course. What the fuck is wrong with me.