All he could think of right now was that Emma was worried that he was seeking, or perhaps had already found amusement elsewhere. It was the very opposite. As always, Emma was the centre of his thoughts and sexual interest. It's just for some reason there was an additional cast member or "prop" now in the cerebral show that was playing out in his mind.<br/><br/>And even then, it wasn't like his thoughts were that simple. For some reason he liked the idea of helping her get ready for a<i>date</i>. Hearing her excitement, trepidation, sharing those intimate thoughts and feelings with her. Why was that so sensual, sexy and in a rather twisted way.... romantic, to him?<br/><br/>And so he sat there his head bowed, heart thumping, wishing he could just put the genie back in the bottle. Knowing that was impossible. Then Emma started to speak... He had already loosened his clasp on her hand, in a way feeling like he no longer deserved to touch her or hold onto her for support in that way.<br/><br/>She laughed and seemed nervous and shocked. It was fair, it was weird, wrong even. He understood, was this going to be the thing that breaks them?<br/><br/>"No.. I never thought of myself like that either... " he said quietly, "I don't want to rush into this... it is just a silly fantasy perhaps, as much as it turns me on... I get a gut wrenching feeling too, you know, when I think about it seriously... I am not sure... I don't think... I would or could ever actually handle you really doing that.." he explained, it seemed she was more open or at least understanding than he expected. He wanted to be clear that something like this was a big step.<br/><br/>"It's not like other things where if we don't like them, we just forget it.. a big step" he added.<br/><br/>He laughed, "I don't think cuckold fantasies are covered under promises made in church" he smiled weakly, "although.. this has just been a recent thing. I was just so nervous, I hated keeping this from you... I wanted to tell you but I had to understand it myself first" he gripped her hand again.<br/><br/>"And so... what do you think of your husband now?" he was too scared to look at her.