October 7^th, 2024

Yesterday Rob and Emma took me out for lunch and to get me some new winter clothes. Even with the money that they recently gave me they still insisted on paying for everything, which was very kind.

The first place we stopped was a swanky brunch stop around 11 o’clock. Emma told the host to seat Rob at the table next to us, which I though was an insane request but the host did just that. We ordered, ate, laughed and flirted, completely ignoring Rob who sat just a few feet away. I was shy about ordering anything but the least expensive items on the menu, but Emma told me to stop being silly and pushed me to get the steak and eggs and a flight (a flight!) of mimosas. When the check came Emma told the waiter to give it to Rob because “that’s all he’s good for.”

Next wee went to buy me some new boots. At this point I was getting more confident that it was okay for me to pick out the pricier items and I got two pairs of boots, one for warmth and one for wet, both with extremely high end labels. When we went to pay Rob kind of fumbled around with his wallet trying to get a card out so Emma rolled her eyes at the cashier and said sorry, my husband is such a fucking clown. She grabbed my hand and I took the hint and kissed her hard and deep while Rob figured out his wallet situation.

And that’s how the rest of the shopping trip went. Rob stood by and held boxes and bags for us and stayed quiet except to pay. Emma and I flirted and kissed and held hands and felt each other up for everyone to see. When we went to pay for my new jacket and sweaters Emma told the cashier that Rob was such a useless excuse for a husband she had to go out and get a girlfriend. When I tried on jeans she came into the changing booth with me, we made out, she rubbed me just a little between my legs, and as we stepped out she made sure that the attendant saw her licking her fingers. At the register at that shop she asked the cashier if she was married, and (while holding my butt) if all husbands were as sad and small as hers. When we got new lingerie for each of us she told the cashier that her husband won’t be taking these off of her.

I know I’m not recounting every humiliation she laid on him. I tried to join in and say some mean things about him, but it really doesn’t come naturally to me, so I mostly supported her with really over-the-top public displays of affection and laughing every time she berated him.

I thought we were going to go back to their place for sex afterwards, but I guess they got what they wanted out of the encounter. I’m not sure if this is turning into findom or if I’m their sugar baby or some combination. But Emma said that next time we fuck, which should be soon, she wants me to be as aggressive with her as possible so that Rob can see me use his wife, and I should practice things to say to her and also to him while I do it. Any help in the comments would be appreciated.