The week after the party at Aaron's house Marta suggested we go out to dinner that Saturday night. I agreed and made reservations at a nice restaurant. I spent the morning worshipping between her legs and the afternoon cleaning the house and doing chores while she took my credit card and went to the spa for a mani/pedi and a blowout. Marta came back around 5 and I noticed she had some shopping bags with her.
"What's in the bag?" I asked.
"None of your business," Marta said with a devilish grin. "You'll have to wait and see."
She went upstairs to get ready and I finished cleaning the house. Marta delegated most of the household chores to me so it was usual for me to spend my weekends cleaning up around the house while she went to the spa or out with her girlfriends. Marta came down an hour later and I was blown away. She looked stunning. She had on an incredible red dress that barely covered her tits and ass. I thought the dress she wore last week was revealing but this dress put that one to shame.
I had tried putting last week's events out of my mind but the memory came flooding back when I saw her in her dress. To be honest I hadn't done a very good job of putting the events out of my mind. I even masturbated a couple times to the vision of Aaron's cock pumping into my wife. I was pretty sure Aaron had worn a condom because I hadn't tasted any cum when I went down on her later that night. Marta refused to use the pill with me because I came so quickly so she had me use extra strong condoms. She hadn't let me fuck her since the party, however I spent even more time than usual between her legs. I hated to admit to myself that it turned me on to imagine my wife submitting to a dominant male - especially because she was the alpha and I the beta in our relationship.
After dinner Marta suggested we head to an upscale bar for a drink. I agreed and we headed over. She texted during most of the ride, which I thought was a little strange because she isn't one to spend time on her phone when with someone else. We arrived at the bar and I grabbed us a couple drinks and we set them on a cocktail table and chatted. Marta was still texting on her phone, and smiling a lot. Must be a fun conversation I thought.
"Who ya texting?" I asked
"Oh, nobody." She replied. She seemed startled that I asked her, like she was caught in a private moment.
I said okay and stood there drinking while she kept texting. I was getting a little bored so I excused myself to the restroom. It was a bit crowded as I made my way back to the table but I saw someone standing at our table, with his back to me. I figured it was just a harmless guy hitting on my wife and he would leave as soon as I showed up. As I walked up to the table my stomach sank. It was Aaron.
"Hey buddy," he said as he extended his hand, "we were just talking about you." Marta giggled at the comment and said, with a playful tease of her hair, "Imagine running into Aaron here!"
Aaron came back with a round of shots. "I told him to put it on your tab," Marta said, "It's the least we can do to repay him for his party last week. Oh, since you're driving we got you a lemon drop shot - we're doing tequila."
I wondered if they intentionally got me an emasculating shot but I just grinned and tried to play it off. Marta and Aaron did several more shots, on my tab of course, while I sipped light beer. Yet again I was shut out of their conversation, and I noticed they were standing closer and closer together, with their hands intertwined. Last call came as a huge relief; I was getting tired of being ignored.
