In the days that followed watching my wife giving my boss a sloppy blow job it was clear the dynamic of my relationship with her had changed. I was too ashamed to bring up the incident given that I had agreed to let her give him oral sex. I knew she had been drunk, and she was just trying to make everyone happy.
Ashley didn't bring it up directly, but it seemed like there was multiple allusions to what had happened. Ashley now seemed to be good friends with Janice, the Asian cutie who was a secretary in our office and had seen me humiliated twice by my wife with Robert. I would hear her giggling with her on the phone in the other room and when she would be texting back and forth with a smile she would tell me she was texting Janice. I would change the subject since any talk of Janice would lead back to how submissive I had been to my boss and to my wife.
We had sex with some frequency and it was actually quite good. Ashley did tell me to get her wine to 'loosen' her up any time I suggested we should fuck. She would drink a few glasses rather quickly and would indeed become quite free in the bedroom. I found it rather uncomfortable that she would ask about my work while we were going at it. Robert's name would come up and I could swear she would moan when it did. She did seem more into blow jobs, which I certainly enjoyed. I would remember her sucking off my boss and I suspected she was thinking of the same thing.
A few nights after the evening with Robert, I took Ashley out for a nice dinner, thinking I needed to make it up to her for being such a wuss. It was a nice Italian restaurant that she had wanted to go to for some time. Ashley dressed up like a knockout for the evening with a short black dress with a slit that went even higher. When we arrived at the restaurant for our later reservation the osteria was rather quiet, with only a few diners. I noticed the heads of all the staff, and the few male patrons turn when we arrived, checking out my hot wife.
We ordered a nice bottle of wine, and I thought everything was going perfect until I noticed Ashley drinking too much, then becoming more and more flirty with the handsome Italian waiter as she enjoyed most of the second bottle. She started to touch his arm when he would come over to pour us more wine. The waiter started to address her as 'Bella' and should would respond every time by calling him 'mi amor'. When she got up to go to the restroom Ashley stumbled a bit and the waiter offered to help. Ashley took his arm, but he quickly moved his arm around her waist to give her support. I tried not to stare but I did notice that by the time they got near the restroom his hand was clearly on her big ass, which was shown off nicely in the tight dress.
While she was in the restroom I saw our waiter talking to two other men from the restaurant staff. They kept looking at our table and it seemed clear they were gossiping about my wife. When she finally came back (the waiter again took the opportunity to cop a feel as he kindly escorted her) we got even more attention. The host came over with complimentary limoncellos, which we both drank down. Ashley smiled broadly and complimented him on how friendly and handsome the waitstaff was. The busboy who came to clear our plates made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking down my wife's cleavage even while I was sitting right there.
When I finally had to go to the restroom I was a little nervous to leave her alone. I tried to hurry, mad at myself for letting my wife be in this position. When I returned it wasn't as bad as I had feared but our waiter and the host were on either side of my wife. The host hand his hand on my wife's shoulder and was looking down her dress while she talked to him. The waiter was on the other side, looking at the leg my wife was exposing, which seemed even more generous than I remembered, rising far up her thigh. I could see he had an erection forming a tent in his pants, and it was pointed towards my wife's face.
Neither acknowledged me when I returned to my seat, so I asked to see the dessert menu. The host seemed to sneer at me as he left, and the waiter said he would be right back. When the waiter came back he brought a tray of desserts as they sometimes do in fancy restaurants as they describe the dishes.
"The two I recommend for you Bella, are the creme de pot, and the tiarmisu."
"Oh, mi amor, I don't know if I can decide." Ashley said in a girlish voice.
The waiter then did something I had never seen them do in any restaurant. "Allow me to give you a sample Bella" he said as he stuck his finger in the pot de creme and proffered it to her, placing it just in front of my her mouth.
Ashley seemed to take this in stride, and bent forward to lick the dessert from his finger. In fact she went back for a little more, sucking his finger slowly to make sure she got it all. "Oh, so good." she moaned.
