…Sorry we didn’t get to catch up about your day, but you know what Mark and I get like after a bit of wine.”
In truth, it had been as if you weren’t at the table as your wife and Mark had whispered and giggled their way through dinner. The worst moment had been the puzzled look the pretty waitress had given you when your wife made it clear it was you and not Mark she was married to.
"I’ve left you some blankets for the sofa, Sweetie," she said as she turned to follow him up to your bedroom.
“And since you’ve been such a devoted husband, I’ll leave the bedroom door open. At least for a while.”
Her wicked, beautiful smile left you with a painful erection as you faced another sleepless night…