Today, my husband and I decided to play a little role-playing game. I dressed up as a secretary, complete with a tight skirt and high heels, and he played the domineering boss. It was fun, flirty, and full of excitement. But during the game, something unsettled me.

He has a real secretary—a young, beautiful woman who works with him every day. Does he ever think of her in moments like this? Do they share the same playful exchanges when I’m not around? The thought gnawed at me, even as I tried to stay in character.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a mix of jealousy and insecurity rise up. I know I trust my husband, but the image of him working late nights with her crept into my mind. I wondered if I should ask him about it, but I didn’t want to ruin our night with accusations or suspicions.

Instead, I held it in, even though the jealousy lingered like a shadow over the fun we were having. I just couldn’t get rid of that uneasy feeling.