The next month goes by in a blur of phone calls and dirty text and picture messages. B and I discuss everything from fantasies to fetish’s and general day to day grind. A few times throughout this period I’d been even more distressed in my home life than usual. Each time I’d thought I wanted to leave, B would calm me down and talk me out of it telling me to wait a little longer, that maybe it would get better.
One day B called me practically bursting with excitement. He knew of a surprise that he swore was good but he couldn’t tell me about. I am not a fan of surprises if I know that something is coming. Im an over thinker and instead of being excited and relaxed I instantly kick into anxiety mode, stressing about what it could be and how unprepared I am.
After two days of me being a total nutcase B finally caves and says he’ll tell me what it is but I have to swear to act surprised when it’s finally revealed to me by my husband.