I met my husband today while dressed in a playful outfit, one that was a little more daring than usual, and we decided to role-play boss and secretary. It had been a while since we’d engaged in something fun and spontaneous, so we both dove into the scenario with enthusiasm, laughing and joking as we went along. He took on the role of the powerful, authoritative boss, while I slipped into the secretary persona, eager to please and follow his every command. The chemistry between us was palpable, and the playful nature of it all was exciting, reminding me of the early days of our relationship when we’d indulge in all kinds of fun games and fantasies.

But as the role-play continued, I found myself thinking about something else entirely. The more I played the part of his secretary, the more I began to wonder about his real-life office dynamics. He’s always been a hard-working, charismatic leader, so it’s not surprising that he has a team of people who look up to him. But one thought kept creeping into my mind—his real secretary, a young, stunning woman who is always so professional and poised. She’s intelligent and ambitious, everything you’d expect from someone working so closely with him. She’s the kind of person who could easily be the center of attention at any event, and I couldn’t help but wonder: do they ever play these games at work too?

I tried to shake the thought off, but it lingered, and soon I found myself imagining them interacting in ways I hadn’t before. What if, behind the scenes, they had a more playful, even flirtatious dynamic? Could they engage in these kinds of role-plays during their workday, as a way to unwind after dealing with the pressure of their high-powered jobs? It seemed absurd, but the idea wouldn’t leave my mind. The thought of her, young and beautiful, in the same position I was in just moments ago, teasing him and being teased in return, made me feel oddly vulnerable.

I wondered if he ever thought of me when he was with her—did she remind him of me in some way? Was she the type of person who played into his charm and confidence, just like I did? I tried to dismiss the insecurities rising within me, reminding myself that he loves me, that I am the one he comes home to every night. But still, the thought lingered like a whisper I couldn’t quite silence.

We continued with our playful game, but the questions I had about his secretary and their professional relationship kept swirling around in my mind, clouding the otherwise fun atmosphere. I tried to focus back on the excitement of the moment, reminding myself that this game was about us, about having fun and keeping things fresh in our marriage. But deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder if, when he returned to his office tomorrow, he might play a different version of this game with her.