An interesting thing happened last week. I'll start with the fun part and then fill in the history for those who are interested.

Last Friday night was my wife's company Christmas party. This annual party is not something that I look forward to, and because of personal conflicts it's been a couple years since we've gone. This was also the first time in several years that people from their other offices were going to be there, at least for the cocktail hour. In fact my wife was very specific about she wanted to get there for the cocktail hour because everyone from a certain big city office were going to be there for that, but most wouldn't be staying for the meal.

The party was at a trendy restaurant/bar in the town her office is located in. It is about an hour drive away from us and once there, the first couple hours go as per normal. I follow my wife around as she makes the rounds talking to groups of people. I'm not a huge fan of this as I have always worked in loud environments and have trouble hearing conversations when there are large groups talking in confined spaces. I'm usually kind of left out of the conversations are rarely actually hear everything that is being said. After the cocktail hour, we move to a private room for the meal. We ended up at a table with the owner and I really enjoyed the conversation and the food. Then about half the crowd moves on to a hip little whiskey bar that's just down the block. This place seemed pretty uneventful and after about an hour, we decided to head on home.

My wife makes a quick round, saying good bye to groups of people and then at the far end of the bar, she has a quick conversation with one of the guys from the big city office. I had gone to grab our coats and was still at the opposite end of the bar when I see her give him a big lingering hug, before heading towards me to leave.

The instant I saw my wife hugging that guy, who I only know by his first name, I totally felt that Cuck Angst! For me, "cuck angst" has never been a bad thing. I don't really experience jealousy, or any of the negative emotions my men refer to as "angst". For me, it is like my heart skips a beat, I flush with a smidgen of humiliation, and become very self conscience of my penis. Basically, I've always liked those feelings. I really wanted to quiz her about it once we got back to the car, but that's really not my place and if there was something she wanted to tell me, she would.

Ok, now the back story.

First us... if you check my profile, you'll get our history, but it's in a long series of really long posts and I wouldn't recommend reading it. In a nutshell. We went through a delightful cuckolding phase years ago. It was pretty much an every friday night thing with an old buddy of mine. We'd go to his place to hang out and have a few drinks around is fire pit. There'd be some innuendo and a little sph directed towards me. I'd mostly act as their server and fetch the drinks while they made out and fondled each other. Then they'd go inside and have sex, while I waited outside and kept the firepit going. He was far and away the best she'd ever had and we both LOVED it. We had plans to evolve the situation and give me chances to watch and to increase the humiliation factor, which i was very excited about. Then, sadly, he was involved in a terrible auto accident which left him physically and mentally handicapped.

After a few months we decided to try and find another FWB. We hooked up with a couple guys who were just awkward, and then had a STI scare that drove us from the lifestyle. We have since moved on to an FLR and now FPM lifestyles. Despite the scare that ended our cuckolding, my wife has always maintained that she is free to explore sex with others if she ever decides she wants that.

So back to the hugging guy... beats me. He's from the big city office and years ago when the company opened that office, my wife spent a lot of time there getting it up and going. She spent a lot of overnights there, staying in a hotel. He is also on the companies "leadership team", along with my wife, who is the only female on the team. Before Covid, the leadership team used to do an annual retreat, usually out of state somewhere for about a week.

I'm pretty sure the hug was probably a totally innocent thing, and I know if I asked my wife would tell me. But, I'm enjoying my little reunion with my version of cuck angst and so far I prefer to let my imagination fill in the blanks.

Anyone else experience similar blasts from the past feelings?