My husband's away with Chrissy at weekend long evangelical j..

My husband's away with Chrissy at weekend long evangelical jerk-off session cleverly disguised as a "conference on development." And don't feel bad if you mistakenly interpreted the focus of the event as being on personal development or the development of a ministry to the needs of others. Becuase it most definitely is not about either of those. "Development" in this instance applies to fund raising (i.e. separating the more ignorant and easily manipulated among us from their hard earned money). That's the business my husband's non-profit is in. And buddy, let me tell you, business is boomin'. But I digress. The real point of this post centers around a series of texts between my husband and Chrissy that happened during the very wee hours of this morning. Scott: Look. I'm sorry. I just can't Chrissy: No need to apologize. You're a very good husband. So much better than mine. Scott: I don't know about that. You for sure deserve better than either of us lol Chrissy: Anyway, I should be the one apologizing. trying to kiss you in the elevator was stupid af Chrissy: Let's chalk it to the vodka. deal? Scott: deal 10 minutes later. Chrissy: uggg.... I'm wide awake. I know it's so ridiculous. But I have this crazy thought in my head... Chrissy: ...Of you eating me out right after a quickie between me and the cute bartender we were chatting with. Chrissy: ....In nothing but your cute little cage she makes you wear lol Chrissy: So FYI. I'm just going to slide my hand into my panties and imagine I'm sitting on your very handsome face rn. Chrissy: You know where to find me if you'd like to turn this little fantasy into reality. Minus the quickie with the bartender lol. obviously To his credit, my husband did not reply to Chrissy's shameless late-night attempt to get her pastrami-ass-looking cunt licked by my sweet and caring husband. So I've decided that when he gets home tomorrow night (assuming no additional evidence today warranting otherwise), I'm going to pour him a very expensive scotch and let him unwind as he regales me with the mind numbingly boring details of his weekend. Then, when he's suitably relaxed, he's going to experience the kind of face sitting session the man truly deserves. One that doesn't run quite as high of a risk for death by asphyxiatlon 😆 With his cage still securely fastened, of course. Oh... and I'm definitely going to try wrangle up a cute bartender to complete Chrissy's depraved little fantasy (or at the very minimum, a sexy lacrosse player or two) I'll let you all know how it goes😉