Our Hotwives

Imagine you, your wife and her Bull in a restaurant where everyone knows that you are her husband and he is her Bull. Eles se comportam como amantes enquanto todos assistem. Have you been through this? How was it?

Sometimes we do. When we first started and my wife at that time placed a couple of personals ads for men, I met with her and potential guys a few times until she said there was no need for me to continue being with her for those initial meet-ups.

I'm unsure anyone who have seen us since with a few of her fuckbuddies I came to know realize the men and my wife have sex. I suppose any swingers, hotwife couples, or cuckold couples that may have seen us might recognize that. There have been times I have seen threesomes at dinner together and wondered that about them myself.

I have had dinner, and lunch, with my husband and one of my guys, several times. And, I expect many more times.

Oh yes.
We three went to a late night restaurant after we all played together, and him fucking her.
We got seated at a booth. He sat across from me and guess who my woman decides to sit next to? You guessed it. Him.

Bi_Giver wrote: ↑

Sun May 02, 2021 3:01 pm

Oh yes.
We three went to a late night restaurant after we all played together, and him fucking her.
We got seated at a booth. He sat across from me and guess who my woman decides to sit next to? You guessed it. Him.

Nice! I would have loved that.

I have been in many restaurants/bars with my hotwife (and hot ex-gf's) with bulls, but not everyone in the place knew it, sometimes some people present and were aware though lol. Anyways it's always a good time, it's a great way to relax the bull and get everyone on the same page. One of my favorite things my ex used to do was that whenever I initially left for the restroom, she would initiate making out with the other guy and start making it known to him (and the public) that she was his

Have been out to dinner several times with wife and her occasional BF , but that was before I knew they were having an affair .
Interesting to reflect on it now i do know !
He still doesn't know i know , so a repeat would be rather intense i think !

It's fun to see how the wait staff keeps an eye on the table and find ways to drop by to refill a drink or check on things while eavesdropping in on the conversation. I also like the looks with raised eyebrows from other guests who might notice. Even more exciting is walking past the hotel front desk after my wife and her bull just checked in holding hands and I am carrying the bags up to the room. They know what's up and smile.

My wife usually dates without me present and I can’t remember going out as a threesome.

However, she regularly goes to the same local pubs and restaurants with a boyfriend as she does with me, so people will have seen her with both of us on different occasions. They are not very “touchy freely” when out together, but are obviously a couple, so people who have seen her with him and me have worked out what was going on.

Thats how we usually do our first meet is to go have supper or drinks. Really havnt seen anyone we know cuz we play aways from our home.

The three of us did this a lot in the beginning. When we would sit, he would sit on her side and I sat directly across from him. I would watch him feed her from his plate, for me that was extremely sexually. Then he would start kissing her at the table and the wait staff saw what was happening. There were times he had his hand in her pulling her panties off and handing them to me. They go to the same restaurants now but without me and everyone knows he’s her lover and I’m her cuckold. This has been going for several years.

Pauline

We've had dinner with other men more times than I could count. Sometimes it's totally unremarkable, just three friends having dinner. Sometimes we'll go to dinner as a prelude to a fuck date, other times we'll have a bite to eat after a threesome. Sometimes I'll simply meet up with my wife and her friend following a play date.

Other times we've had more fun with the situation, especially when we're horny and feeling risque. I remember walking into a (very upscale) restaurant in our local metro area. I was holding hands with my wife and he had his hand on her ass as we followed the hostess to our table. As we walked by one table, I winked at a middle-aged woman who was staring at us in half shock as we walked across the room.

Trust me, the waitstaff notices who at the table are wearing wedding rings and who is not. I love to notice when and how they notice. If you're in the mood for a story, I remember I had written this previously. I'm reposting because it's very much on-topic.

tl;dr: It's an account I wrote following one of our dates describing experience at dinner and up until we get to the room.

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When he joined my wife and me at the table I’m sure we looked as innocuous as any three friends at a restaurant together. We chatted breezily at first, though I gradually withdrew from the conversation as it shifted between the two of them. Their dialogue was tame but playful, each coyly teasing the other and trading what felt like inside jokes. Throughout the meal they flashed secret smiles at each other, affecting that there was anything to hide, which oddly made it seem as though there was.

He held her hand openly on the table, lightly tracing her fingers and hand with his. I watched as his fingers found her ring and he absentmindedly – or perhaps deliberately – toyed with it between his fingertips. I remained mostly quiet on my side of the table, occasionally joining in with a laugh or quick note of agreement. By the end of dinner I was no longer a participant in the date but merely a spectator. I willingly became the proverbial third wheel but remained only vaguely aware of what was being foreshadowed.

On several occasions the waitress overtly glanced at my wife’s wedding ring, then at at his ringless hand, then at me. She searched for my hand, which I sheepishly concealed under the table each time she approached.

After dinner the two of them adjourned to the bar next door while I waited at the table for my card. When the waitress placed the leather folder on the table I purposely reached for it with my left hand, studying her face to gauge her reaction. Her eyes caught the gold band on my finger and widened perceptibly. She recited a few rehearsed words of thanks but didn’t look up again. I smiled in her direction but mostly to myself. She turned and walked briskly away, probably to confirm gossip among the staff. I left a considerable tip for no particular reason and then rushed next door.

When I caught up with them they were huddled at a table in the far corner of the bar and talking quietly together. I brought them a round of drinks and then left to check into the hotel and bring our bag to the room. When I again rejoined them they were whispering to each other and lightly kissing, their foreheads resting against each other. I stood across from them and placed the key on the table as a way of announcing myself. He took the key and nonchalantly slipped it in his shirt pocket, never looking away from my wife. I sipped my drink quietly and waited, trying not to stare at them but feeling too self-conscious to glance about the room. I couldn’t hear what they were whispering but soon my wife nodded emphatically. I was only half finished with my own drink as they stood up and gathered their things.

I followed several steps behind as they walked arm-in-arm together across the parking lot and through the hotel lobby, where a small group was already waiting at the elevator bank. In the bright light of the lobby I was no longer as cavalier as I’d been with the waitress. I stared down at my feet as we waited. His hand rested casually on my wife’s bottom, and as we boarded the elevator he patted her cheeks lightly to guide her inside. I felt irrationally conspicuous in the crowded car, especially when the three of us exited quietly together at the first stop, his hand now cupped between my wife’s ass cheeks and me skulking behind them. I panicked for an instant as the door closed, listening for imagined snickers on the other side.

Iloanmywife,

That's a scorching hot story. Thanks for sharing.

Damn.

All4Jenna wrote: ↑

Thu May 06, 2021 5:44 pm

Iloanmywife,

That's a scorching hot story. Thanks for sharing.

Damn.

Many thanks for the kind words, All4Jenna!

I really do like this topic. Dinners with my wife and other men are fun because it's so titillating to hide in plain sight. How many people see us and wonder to themselves or whisper guesses to each other, especially when we're all being flirty? Would anyone ever imagine what we know, that my wife will have both men simultaneously inside of her after we leave the restaurant? Any gossip would pale compared to the truth. And even when the meal isn't quite so sexually supercharged, eating out as a threesome is erotic precisely because it normalizes our hotwife marriage. I don't know why, but there's something thrilling about that. It's like, "Of course I'm meeting up for brunch with my wife and the guy she slept with last night. This is our normal. This is our marriage. I'll have an omelet."

iloanmywife wrote: ↑

Fri May 07, 2021 7:48 am

All4Jenna wrote: ↑

Thu May 06, 2021 5:44 pm

Iloanmywife,

That's a scorching hot story. Thanks for sharing.

Damn.

Many thanks for the kind words, All4Jenna!

I really do like this topic. Dinners with my wife and other men are fun because it's so titillating to hide in plain sight. How many people see us and wonder to themselves or whisper guesses to each other, especially when we're all being flirty? Would anyone ever imagine what we know, that my wife will have both men simultaneously inside of her after we leave the restaurant? Any gossip would pale compared to the truth. And even when the meal isn't quite so sexually supercharged, eating out as a threesome is erotic precisely because it normalizes our hotwife marriage. I don't know why, but there's something thrilling about that. It's like, "Of course I'm meeting up for brunch with my wife and the guy she slept with last night. This is our normal. This is our marriage. I'll have an omelet."

I know what you mean. The three of us went to a strip club one evening and the young ladies thought our arrangement was very cool. Doing more normal things like dinner or breakfast are exciting and sort of like being "out" I guess.

We have before, but my wife prefers to go on dates with just her bf, but if it happens to be a get together with friends and she sees someone she likes of course I’m there but not always when it’s a planned date

We’re doing this exact thing tomorrow. Wife’s Bf will be joining us an hour after we will have sat down. I look forward to seeing the patron’s and staff’s curious looks!

We have done it many times and the standard procedure is that i get to make the reservation for us and when we arrive i casually says to the waiter/waitress that the reservation is for me, my wife and her dad and the looks we usually get when they sit next to each other and me sitting across from them and he touches her in "semi-intimate" ways is very arousing and one of the most common things my wife does is when the waiter/waitress comes with the tab and she often says something in the line of "Can you take the tab honey me and and dad are going to the hotell" and then they leave with his hand "discretly" on her ass.

BOGMANDIAS wrote: ↑

Sun May 02, 2021 8:40 am

Imagine you, your wife and her Bull in a restaurant where everyone knows that you are her husband and he is her Bull.

We have been to restaurants and bars with her bull. Both before and after. I've noticed people looking at us as if they are suspicious by the way the three of us are interacting. Her and him will be openly be flirting while I am just smiling as if I'm the third wheel.

We play the wedding ring game where I'll take my ring off and he will put in on and they will fuck as husband and wife.

we did that.

our situation was, that my wife`s lover didn`t know i knew. we met in a fancy restaurant and it was clear, who was husband and wife. my wife`s lover was an elder gentleman from central africa. we are white, he was black and much older then we are.

my wife teased her lover while us being at the restaurant, for example, putting her tiny foot in his lap and playing with his crotch. on one occasion, a waiter noticed this. her lover had to play it cool, because he didn`t know that i knew that he was having sex with my beautiful wife.

gruenberg wrote: ↑

Sun May 30, 2021 9:07 am

we did that.

our situation was, that my wife`s lover didn`t know i knew. we met in a fancy restaurant and it was clear, who was husband and wife. my wife`s lover was an elder gentleman from central africa. we are white, he was black and much older then we are.

my wife teased her lover while us being at the restaurant, for example, putting her tiny foot in his lap and playing with his crotch. on one occasion, a waiter noticed this. her lover had to play it cool, because he didn`t know that i knew that he was having sex with my beautiful wife.

Very recognizable. A lot of situations where the lover(s) of my wife didn't know I knew. She flirting with them, they acting like they didn't understand why she was flirting, me acting like I didn't notice it. Happened mostly in a bar in town or in our own restaurant-bar.
The having dinner at a restaurant with me and bull never happened, it's a very thrilling idea. But not working for us as my wife always balanced between doing (the cheating) it with full conviction on the one hand, on the other pretending like she was doing it just to satisfy me.

I talked about it with her, it never came true. It was a great fantasy. Going to dinner with another guy and me. She giving him a blow job in the bathroom. Giving me a kiss when she came back ... waiters looking at it.

KK and I've had numerous such encounters - all hot, with companion anxiety, angst, and a little embarrassment. Flirting, public displays of affection, from inappropriate touching to kissing draw lots of attention depending on the venue. We let it be blatantly obvious that the other guy isn't KK's husband.

We've done this in bars, restaurants, even on shopping trips - I've taken KK lingerie shopping to mainstream boutiques with another man along - that gets lots of attention from sales associates and other shoppers, especially when the other guy is making suggestions about components of KK's outfit.

As a part time low milage bull I have had dinner with the hotwife and husband a few times.
Once when we were in the booth I was sitting next to the wife, the waitress came to take the order the wife was obviously
talking to her husband about what looked good on the menu but also obviously had her hand on my thigh/lap. But we all just ordered
our food. At the end when the waiter (I think the waitress tipped off the waiter to check us out) came back to see if we wanted dessert the wife said let's get something that we can all share

My wife and I are new in LS and just had our first dinner date with the new bull. We really enjoyed ourselves. I made the reservations. They sat next to each other in the booth as I sat across from them. I thought it was really hot.

I have never posted anything about this before but I happen to be in a mood where I'm willing to just say "fuck it".

Some way wish to call bullshit on what I'm about to tell you, but there are photos of what I'm about to tell you, and two members of this Forum who I've struck up an offline friendship with have seen those photos. One of them is BradAlpha who I'm sure will agree that he has seen these photos with his own eyes. Don't bother asking for them because I will not consent to them being posted publicly.

Last October in the period between Oktoberfest/Canadian Thanksgiving and Halloween, my wife and bull bought me a women's Oktoberfest costume, plaid patterned dirndl with puffy short sleeves and an apron, a petticoat and knee high white socks with frilly tops. I'd agreed to wear it on the last day of our weekend away together up at our recreational property as I do occasionally consent to wearing sissy outfits for them in private. As COVID was going on, our trip home was intended to be entirely in the car, although we have to take two ferries to make this journey I was supposed to be staying in the car the whole time. So when our bull dared me to wear my Oktoberfest dress on the ride home, I did accept this request.

We were most of the way home when we had just missed the second ferry and would have had to wait another couple hours. Very close to the ferry terminal is a microbrewery on a farm, where they were open serving beers outside in the surprisingly warm seasonal weather. To my horror, our bull pulled in and said let's just stop in here for a while. I absolutely freaked out. He reassured me calmly that between Oktoberfest and Halloween everyone would just assume I lost a bet or was doing it for a laugh and why not go for it. I'm not proud to say that at first I refused to get out of the car. But eventually I did.

Of course, none of the other patrons knew that I was with my unfaithful wife and the man cuckolding me, but I did bear the humiliation of spending an hour seated with them in a very frilly, sissy dress and also went back in to the bar to fetch another round for my wife and her lover. Our bull was right: a surprising number of people did not notice or at least pretended not to take any notice of me, while anyone who did react was all smiles, and in fact very positive and complimentary. It was a very embarrassing experience that I'd rather not repeat, although I'd have to admit it was nowhere near as big a deal as I feared it might be. In fact more than one person commended me for being so brave. To my surprise, BOTH my wife and bull enjoyed watching me squirm.

After we completed our journey home, since I'd already done it once our bull insisted we make one more stop for a nightcap. So the three of us did make another trip to a lounge downtown, and in this location we all took some pictures together which as I say have been shared with two highly credible members of this forum. Then we all returned to our place, where I was cuckolded again.

Our bull thanked me profusely for playing along with it the following morning. I asked him what about it was so great for him and he answered simply that he just likes humiliating cuckolds.