Dumbest Kink Or Unhealthy Obsession?

My husband of ten years is my very favorite thing. He takes care of me, encourages me, and I've watched him go from a pretty goofy, overweight, nerdy grad student to a total DILF. The man lost 75 lbs, learned how to use a beard trimmer, how to dress like an adult, and has even started to go grey a little bit (so handsome). He's also learned how to please me in ways I never imagined when we met - he bought me my first vibrator, he's the first man to find my g-spot with his beautiful fingers, he's the man who showed me how much I love giving oral (very very much).

My confession is pretty stupid, but frustrating for me so here goes. He works with a lot of women, mostly women (and randomly a lot of gay men). And so he tells me about conversations with these women and I can't help but think "does she want to fuck him? Is she fucking him? Did he fuck her?" It makes me incredibly angry, jealous, but weirdly turned on and I really can't shake that mixture of feelings until I've had him in me or blown him or given him a handjob. I just have to have him in some way and be the one to make him orgasm, then the thoughts go away for awhile.

I hate it, but I can't help it - I've met most of the women he works with at one point or another and they are average to solid sevens for our area. And hubby is the only man I've ever met with Mommy Issues (his mom left when he was young and it really messed him up) so he goes out of his way for their approval. So all I can think about is the time he's spent between my legs and if he's doing that for them. Or if they are calling him to their offices and blowing him, or riding his beautiful cock, or if they are sneaking off to their houses and he's pounding them prone style like he does me. It's so vivid in my mind that I check in with him during the work day and get really upset when he doesn't respond.

I'm not into cuckqueaning - I won't share this man. I grew up in a household with a lot of cheating, so I'm not trying to have this happen to me and he knows it. I also know this is an unhealthy obsession, but I genuinely hate those bitches. They get me laid a lot, though, and I'm starting to worry that I need that thought to get off some days.