Oneitiscel
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she mentioned she’s going to a gala with a friend, S. He’s a wealthy client she met about a year ago, and they became friends professionally.
He invited her as his “date” to this gala
I’ve never felt this uneasy about her going out before.
Still, it feels strange… like handing your wife to another man’s arm in front of everyone, even if it’s purely professional.
I'm not insecure. My wife would kill me if I went on a date night with another woman.
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I spent the first few hours reading your comments, and they actually made me feel lighter. Then I saw her Instagram stories she was posting pictures with her “date” and some other people at the gala. She texted me later, and I teased her a bit, saying, “Tell the bartender to pour one for your jealous husband sitting at home pretending to be chill .” She laughed.
Honestly, she looked stunning in that gown I can’t even deny it. Her date was lucky to have her as his date that night. It was worthy for whole day preparation makeup waxing and that costly gown
Around 1 a.m., I noticed more photos popping up on her feed she was mingling with some big names and even a few royals. Around 1:30, she video-called me and said she was staying over at a female friend’s place since it was too late to drive back. Her friend was right there, said hi, and even asked if I was okay with it. I said yes I appreciated that. My wife said her “date” had already left for home, so that’s where it ended.
This morning around 10, she came home in her friend’s car still smiling, but her hair was messy and her gown looked nothing like when she left. It was obvious she’d had a long night. She kicked off her gown, sat in the garden taking sunbath, and started telling me stories from the gala while I made her some juice.
The absolute state of proto-cucks in the big 25





