My Father hitting on My Wife

[chubbycouplebg]

It all started year ago. We were gathered around the table at my parents' house, enjoying my mom's famous pot roast. The conversation was lively, the food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. As everyone shared stories and laughter, my dad suddenly turned to my wife with a mischievous glint in his eye what are you doing with a guy like him and he pointed to me with a wink. She played along and replied "I ask myself that every day. Everyone laughed, and my dad wasn't one to miss a beat. Then he looked right at her and said well if he ever lets you down, you can always give me a call. I know all the best spots in town for dinner. There was a pause around the table, and then everyone burst into laughter. My mom rolled her eyes with an amused smile, and I gave my dad a look of playful exasperation. I asked him if he means to tell me he tries to steal away my wife. He said he still got some moves in him. My wife played along, giving my dad a wink and she said she'll keep that in mind.It became a running joke in our family—my dad always threatening to "steal" my wife away with an extravagant dinner or two, while we all knew his heart was set on my mom. It was all in good fun, and every time the story came up, it brought just a little more laughter to the table.

Over the next few months, my dad's playful flirtations became part of our family’s usual banter. He’d often make little comments when he saw my wife, always keeping it light and funny but with just enough charm to make her laugh. My mom was in on the joke too, rolling her eyes with a fond smile whenever he called my wife his "new girlfriend" or dramatically asked if she was available for dinner

One weekend, we decided to have a family barbecue, and my dad was on grill duty. As my wife came over to help him with the food, he greeted her with a wink and he was ready to flirt with her. He said finally a real chef came to help him out and if she wasn't married to me they'd be perfect match. She grinned and played along asking him what he's bringing to the table, called him Mr. Casanova. Holding the spatula he said he's making mean burger and of course he's going to take her out to 5-star restaurant. I couldn't help but laugh and say the the old dinner he took Mom for lunch and dinner. He looked at me unimpressed, said this dinner got soul. Wifey laughed and said the next time I mess she's letting him take her out. We shook on it, both laughing, and my mom just shook her head with a smile. The whole thing was becoming a family tradition—a quirky ritual we’d all come to expect. And every now and then, my dad would take it up a notch just to make us laugh.

One evening, my wife and I invited my parents over to our place for dinner. As soon as my dad walked in, he handed my wife a single red rose, giving her a little bow. I tried to keep a straight face, but my mom immediately burst into laughter. Mom gave him pat on the arm and reminded him she's married. He said he knows that but it doesn't mean he cannot spoil her. After dinner, as we all sat around sharing stories, my dad leaned over to my wife with a more serious expression than usual. He said he joked around but he's grateful she brought so much joy into this family, and he couldn’t have asked for a better person to be by his son side. My wife smiled and gave him a hug. The joke lived on, but that night made it clear how much he cared. It was just one of those funny little ways our family showed love, wrapped up in humor and light-hearted teasing

The months went by, and my dad’s playful invitations didn’t let up. it had become part of our everyday life. Whenever we all gathered, my dad would give my wife a little wink, maybe a compliment or two, and a hint of his “plans” to sweep her off her feet. It was a harmless, funny tradition that always added a bit of lightheartedness to our family gatherings. One evening, out of the blue, my wife came to me with a glint in her eye.

Last week She asked me why we didn't take him up. Little confused I had to ask who up on what dear. She was like let's actually go through with his dinner invitation. I want to see what this ‘five-star treatment’ is all about. I couldn’t help but laugh and said he's probably been waiting for you to say yes since the first time he asked. We hatched a plan together, and the next day, she casually mentioned to my dad. I wish I could’ve captured the look on his face—total surprise, and then the biggest grin practically bouncing with excitement.

My dad was over the moon. He spent the whole week talking about it, hyping up this “big date” to anyone who would listen. He’d send her texts asking if she preferred French or Italian, if she wanted something “trendy” or “classic.” It was all in good fun, of course, but my mom and I couldn’t stop laughing at how much he was getting into it.

Because my wife is working on Saturday they have scheduled for tonight.

[viking53]

Interesting start on a very open journey. Where do you want to see it go? Would you be happy if your wife became your dad's girlfriend?

[chubbycouplebg]

Interesting start on a very open journey. Where do you want to see it go? Would you be happy if your wife became your dad's girlfriend?

She has quite experience as hotwife. We're eager to see where this would go.
I'd be thrilled if she becaome my dad gf.

[johntigger1469]

Sounds like an interesting scenario...hope everything progresses as desired!

[chubbycouplebg]

Last night my dad showed up at our house looking sharp as ever in a suit he probably hadn’t worn in years. He’d even brought a bouquet of flowers. I was standing by the door, giving him my best “protective husband” look. My wife played along perfectly, linking her arm through his and waving back at me as they headed out the door. They went to a fancy restaurant in town, one my dad had been raving about for months. He pulled out all the stops, ordering the finest wine, insisting on dessert, and doing his best to impress her with his charm. The waiter even brought over complimentary champagne because, as my dad explained to him, “I’m on a very special date tonight.” At one point, he leaned in and said to her you know, I still can’t believe you actually said yes to dinner with an old man like me. She laughed and told him she had to see if his talk was just talk. And for a few hours, they played their parts to perfection—a father-in-law and daughter-in-law sharing a night out.

After the meal, they strolled through the nearby park, chatting and laughing like old friends. My dad talked about his favorite memories from when I was a kid, how proud he was of the man I’d become, and how grateful he was that I’d found someone so wonderful to spend my life with.And, somewhere along the way, the silly “date” turned into a deeper connection. My wife learned things about my dad that I’d never even heard—little stories, dreams he’d had, and things he valued most in life. By the end of the evening, they both knew they’d shared something special.When they finally got back, I was waiting up, and as they walked in, I could tell from their smiles that the “date” had been a success.

[parklife]

This is about the sweetest story I’ve read and I really hope there is nothing sexual about it.

[Tap]

There needs to be nothing sexual about it. It needs to end.

[venus-can99]

She has quite experience as hotwife. We're eager to see where this would go.
I'd be thrilled if she becaome my dad gf.

Sounds like an interesting kink as long it is consensual among everyone involved (esp your Mother).
You also mentioned that your wife is an experienced hw. Perhaps you can expand on that and provide more details/background etc. - e.g., how long have you been in this LS, how many fb/bf's she has had, what is your role in the relationship etc,

[dollarboi789]

this sounds so hot looking forward to more updates for sure especially with the pics on your profile she's a 10/10 knockout can only imagine how lucky your dad is

[snoogaloo82]

I can't wait to find out if this story is taken even further or if they just left it at the level that you last mentioned.

[Cdncuck]

So, please don't keep us in suspense. Have they taken the final step and consummated their relationship?

Call me a pervert but I think it would be insanely hot to ride sloppy seconds after your own father. That's next level kinky.

[Midnight Joker]

Last night my dad showed up at our house looking sharp as ever in a suit he probably hadn’t worn in years. He’d even brought a bouquet of flowers. I was standing by the door, giving him my best “protective husband” look. My wife played along perfectly, linking her arm through his and waving back at me as they headed out the door. They went to a fancy restaurant in town, one my dad had been raving about for months. He pulled out all the stops, ordering the finest wine, insisting on dessert, and doing his best to impress her with his charm. The waiter even brought over complimentary champagne because, as my dad explained to him, “I’m on a very special date tonight.” At one point, he leaned in and said to her you know, I still can’t believe you actually said yes to dinner with an old man like me. She laughed and told him she had to see if his talk was just talk. And for a few hours, they played their parts to perfection—a father-in-law and daughter-in-law sharing a night out.

After the meal, they strolled through the nearby park, chatting and laughing like old friends. My dad talked about his favorite memories from when I was a kid, how proud he was of the man I’d become, and how grateful he was that I’d found someone so wonderful to spend my life with.And, somewhere along the way, the silly “date” turned into a deeper connection. My wife learned things about my dad that I’d never even heard—little stories, dreams he’d had, and things he valued most in life. By the end of the evening, they both knew they’d shared something special.When they finally got back, I was waiting up, and as they walked in, I could tell from their smiles that the “date” had been a success.

Been a few months now. Anything else happen or was that the end of it?

[MatureCouple]

Is it possible that your dad knows about your wife being a hotwife? Or maybe he's heard rumors about her?

[PANTIES]

If he hasn’t already, your father will be getting in your wife’s panties. It’s just a matter of time.

sissy pauline

[Vin231]

Any up dates?

[walter2000uk]

Really longing to read updates.
Has Dad fucked your wife yet and are they fucking regularly as girlfriend and boyfriend?
Do You get to watch or listen, or are they being discreet and keeping it all private?

[chubbycouplebg]

Finally I have spare time to post an update:

They kissed for the first time four weeks since their first "date". After their first dinner, things shifted. The jokes weren’t just jokes anymore. When Dad called her “his girl,” his voice dropped. She started dressing differently around him—lower necklines, tighter skirts, just enough to watch his eyes darken.Even Mom noticed. She’d smirk whenever Dad’s phone buzzed, muttering, “Someone’s popular.”

Dad planned 2nd date for weeks - A rooftop restaurant, Private table overlooking the city, No interruptions. When he picked her up, he didn’t even pretend to be casual - He opened her car door like a gentleman, his hand stayed on her lower back as they walked inside and he ordered her favorite wine without asking. She texted me halfway through: “he keeps looking at my lips. I think tonight’s the night.” I didn’t reply.I just waited.

They left the restaurant late. Dad stopped her under a streetlamp, his fingers in her hair behind her ear. And then he kissed her. A real, deep, claiming kiss - her hands fisted in his shirt and his fingers tangled in her hair. When they pulled apart, her lips were swollen. She told me later that he tasted like whiskey and mint, that he took her chin in the best way, that she never wanted it to end. But they didn’t go further. Not yet.

When he dropped her off, I was waiting. Dad didn’t even try to hide it. He said he kissed her. I just nodded and I was like it's about time. And when we got inside, she pressed her fingers to her lips and whispered she can still feel him.

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He took her on 3rd date week later - dancing. Three dates in, and the tension was unbearable. The rooftop kiss had left them both aching. They finally took the next step. Dad took her to a dimly-lit jazz club—the kind with velvet booths and cocktails strong enough to melt any insecurities. He held her closer than necessary during slow songs, his thigh pressing between hers. She let her nails drag down his chest when they laughed, biting her lip when he groaned. Every glance, every whisper, was a promise neither of them said out loud. By midnight, her dress was wrinkled from his hands, his tie loosened from her fingers. Then he murmured something in her ear. And she nodded. They didn’t make it home. Dad led her to the parking garage, his grip tight on her wrist. The second the car door shut, she dropped to her knees between his legs. When she finally took him into her mouth, Dad threw his head back with a curse. Later, curled against me in bed, she whispered every detail. The way he filled her throat, thicker than me, stretching her lips. The salt-bitter taste of him as his hips jerked. The helpless noises he made. I didn’t even have to ask if she’d swallowed. The smug glow on her face said it all. Dad texted me next morning: You’re a lucky man.”

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Month later, their 4th date; he left us space for like a month. Then finally he took her on another date. Dad picked her up at seven, dressed in a crisp navy suit that made him look ten years younger. I kissed her goodbye at the door. They never even made it to the restaurant. Five minutes into the drive, his hand was under her dress. She gasped, but he cut her off with a rough squeeze of her thigh. He was like you knew this was coming. His fingers slid higher, finding her already wet. Her legs falling open as his fingers deep inside her. He didn’t stop until she came. Then he pulled his hand away. He ordered her to taste herself.

He had booked a suite—king bed, silk sheets, no witnesses. The second the door closed, he pushed her against it. This wasn’t like their first kiss. She gasped as his hands ripped at her dress, buttons scattering across the floor. She said wait but he said he waited enough. He spun her around, bending her over the bed, her bare ass on display. One sharp smack made her cry out. Then he entered her in one brutal thrust. She had expected him to be rough but not like this. First, her pussy, pounding into her from behind, his fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he fucked her. Then her mouth, dragging her to her knees, forcing her to suck him clean before shoving her back onto the bed. Finally, her ass, no asking, no preparation, just spit and pressure before he split her open. She screamed. He didn’t stop. He didn’t stop.
"You’re my cunt now, Say it"
"Yours fuck, only yours"

He came inside her, he marked her with his teeth.

When they got home, she could barely walk. Her dress was ruined. Her lips were swollen. And between her thighs?Sore. Sticky. Filled. Dad didn’t say goodbye. Just gripped my shoulder, his voice a low rumble:"She’s perfect." Then he left. And I carried my wife to bed, kissing the bruises he’d left behind.

I’ve never been harder in my life. She’s already begging for him again.

[chubbycouplebg]

It’s been three months since my father took my wife completely—since he bent her over that hotel bed and claimed her in every way possible.But that was just the beginning.After that first night, nothing was the same.He started coming over whenever he wanted. No warning. No asking. Just taking.She stopped wearing panties—his rule, not mine. "I want her ready for me at all times," he told me.

The first time he made her call him Sir, she hesitated.He punished her for it.Left her red and sore, her thighs trembling for hours.
Dad doesn’t just fuck her.He trains her.She has rules. No cumming without permission. No touching herself unless he allows it. No saying no.He records them sometimes. Sends me the videos when I’m at work. Her, on her knees, begging for his cock. Her, tied to the bed, screaming as he makes her come over and over.He’s rougher now. Leaves marks. Bites. Bruises. She wears them like badges of honor.

There’s nothing she won’t do for him now.He fucks her in our bed while I watch. He brings friends over sometimes. Lets them use her mouth while he takes her from behind. She calls him Daddy now. Not just Sir. Daddy.The first time he shared her, I thought she might break. Instead, she thrived.
Came harder than she ever has with me.

She’s not mine anymore.
And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

[venus-can99]

Is your Mother aware of his "activities" - not necessarily with your wife but if he has been a "bull" to other women? Are they planning for another date or will he come (cum? ) to your house?

[chubbycouplebg]

Is your Mother aware of his "activities" - not necessarily with your wife but if he has been a "bull" to other women? Are they planning for another date or will he come (cum? ) to your house?

To answer your question—no. Mom has no idea what Dad’s been doing. To the outside world, my parents are the perfect couple. Married 30 years.
Still hold hands at dinner parties. Mom brags about Dad being a "one-woman man."

Recently Dad shared he has been a bull for years. He targets married women - neighbors, coworkers, friends’ wives. He never leaves evidence. No texts. No photos. Just whispers and sweat. Until my wife. She’s the first one he’s claimed this openly.

Mom’s almost caught them several times. Once, when Dad came over "to fix the sink" and Mom showed up unannounced. My wife had to stuff her panties in the trash while Dad played handyman. Another time, when Mom noticed bite marks on my wife’s shoulder. She blamed it on "a rough gym session." Third time Dad "helped" my wife jump-start her car in their driveway one morning—except Mom walked out to find him leaning into the driver’s seat, my wife’s legs spread wide, her skirt hiked up. Dad didn’t even flinch. Just said, "Seatbelt was stuck," and Mom bought it. My wife didn’t speak for two hours afterward. Last Sunday, Mom caught Dad slipping his hand under the table during dessert. My wife knocked over her wine glass to distract her, but not before Mom frowned and said why are your fingers under there, honey. Dad just grinned and held up a napkin. Dropped my fork. Mom rolled her eyes but my wife’s thighs were trembling the rest of the night.

As for your other question—both.
Dates? Oh, they still happen. Dad loves taking her out in public, knowing she’s bare under her dress. Next week? A "business dinner" (he’s renting a private room at the steakhouse).
House calls? Constantly. Dad’s gotten bolder. Last Tuesday, he fucked her against our fridge while I was in the shower. Didn’t even wipe her clean after. Just left her dripping and told me to "finish the job."

Every time Dad takes her, the danger grows. Mom’s been asking questions. Why does my wife flinch when Dad enters a room? Why does she blush when he compliments her? Dad doesn’t care. He wants to get caught. He told me last night: Your mother would forgive me. She always does.

To summarize : Mom’s clueless. Dad’s unstoppable. And my wife? She’s addicted.

[ferrisandrews]

Happy father's day?

[elina]

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To summarize : Mom’s clueless. Dad’s unstoppable. And my wife? She’s addicted.

And how about you?

Are you still intimate with your Wife?

Sincerely
elina

[venus-can99]

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House calls? Constantly. Dad’s gotten bolder. Last Tuesday, he fucked her against our fridge while I was in the shower. Didn’t even wipe her clean after. Just left her dripping and told me to "finish the job."

Every time Dad takes her, the danger grows. Mom’s been asking questions. Why does my wife flinch when Dad enters a room? Why does she blush when he compliments her? Dad doesn’t care. He wants to get caught. He told me last night: Your mother would forgive me. She always does.

To summarize : Mom’s clueless. Dad’s unstoppable. And my wife? She’s addicted.

Thanks for the update - does this feel different from cleaning up your hw after her previous encounters?

I think your wife is entranced by the taboo nature and the danger element...

[realcucklife]

Love the way he claimed her

[chubbycouplebg]

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To summarize : Mom’s clueless. Dad’s unstoppable. And my wife? She’s addicted.

And how about you?

Are you still intimate with your Wife?

Sincerely
elina

Yes. But it’s not what you’d call making love anymore. She lets me fuck her, She moans his name—not mine. Sometimes she corrects herself, but we know the truth. I don’t mind. In fact, I get off on it.