canadianwittol wrote: ↑Mon May 31, 2021 4:13 pm
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.