Thoughts/experience on one of my wife's dates. No sex included.
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Just a story from a while back. My Mrs Kathy (then 32, brunette, good looking and leggy) had been with her bull Harvey (black, 50) about 8 or 9 months. Everything was going great but he’d been talking about my going out with them on one of their dates. Seeing them together in public, he said, would be good for me. We picked a nice country pub he knew. I’d never been in before though he’d taken Kathy a few times in the past. The two of us drove over about 8ish with a view to meeting him there. Harv had said it would be busy at that time and he wanted to show her arriving with me but leaving with him! We found the concept new and exciting. Kathy was quiet on the drive saying she was turned on about having me along but a bit apprehensive about what Harv had planned. As usual she’d spent ages getting ready to impress the older black bull. She was wearing a dark red dress, about 2 inches above the knee with matching high heels and her hair down on her shoulders. I must say her legs looked great as I followed her in, got some drinks and took one of the three empty tables I could see. It was indeed quite a bustling pub with a good age mix including some elderly couples, several groups of 20 something lads and families.
Our table was against one of the walls by a window and reasonably well displayed. My heart was pounding quite steadily and my mind alive with finally being so directly involved. Kathy opened her handbag and checked herself in a pocket mirror. About half an hour later Harv sent me a text saying he was running late and hoped Kathy looked as good as usual. I returned that she looked extremely fuckable and he replied he’d be as quick as he could. I didn’t see him arrive but he was suddenly walking from the bar with a drink in his hand. He wore jeans and a checked shirt, apologised for keeping us waiting and drew a smile from my wife. At that point I imagined we looked like some friends meeting up. There were two sets of older people sitting opposite and a group of lads standing just off behind us. Harv grinned and kissed Kathy on the lips. I felt a little light headed, certain we had some attention then moved out my seat so he could slide next to her.
Kathy wanted another glass of wine and I left them together a moment to get one from the bar. Looking over at them, he had an arm around her shoulder, whispering into her ear. When I returned he talked confidently, his usual self without saying anything that might embarrass either of us. My wife seemed a tad nervy perhaps but she relaxed and continued to laugh at his bad jokes. I got what I felt was a suspicious look from a woman by our table. Maybe she’d overheard something and now I was sure one of the nearby lads was checking her out at every opportunity. Perhaps I was getting over anxious but I felt my temperature rise.
After some more drinks and flirting Harv lowered his voice and said he’d like to take Kathy back to his place. She nodded, finishing her drink and collecting her handbag. Then with an expert arm around her waist they headed to the door. I stayed behind, smiling nervously as one of the bargirl’s gathered the glasses off the table. The woman opposite was in her 60’s and I caught her eye a few times. From my discomfort I was sure she sensed something. It felt like she knew the full story somehow. Glancing at my watch I knew they’d be back at his place and Harv would almost certainly be giving Kathy a good seeing too. A little giddily I left and drove home.
J
monsterp3@yahoo.com
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Just a story from a while back. My Mrs Kathy (then 32, brunette, good looking and leggy) had been with her bull Harvey (black, 50) about 8 or 9 months. Everything was going great but he’d been talking about my going out with them on one of their dates. Seeing them together in public, he said, would be good for me. We picked a nice country pub he knew. I’d never been in before though he’d taken Kathy a few times in the past. The two of us drove over about 8ish with a view to meeting him there. Harv had said it would be busy at that time and he wanted to show her arriving with me but leaving with him! We found the concept new and exciting. Kathy was quiet on the drive saying she was turned on about having me along but a bit apprehensive about what Harv had planned. As usual she’d spent ages getting ready to impress the older black bull. She was wearing a dark red dress, about 2 inches above the knee with matching high heels and her hair down on her shoulders. I must say her legs looked great as I followed her in, got some drinks and took one of the three empty tables I could see. It was indeed quite a bustling pub with a good age mix including some elderly couples, several groups of 20 something lads and families.
Our table was against one of the walls by a window and reasonably well displayed. My heart was pounding quite steadily and my mind alive with finally being so directly involved. Kathy opened her handbag and checked herself in a pocket mirror. About half an hour later Harv sent me a text saying he was running late and hoped Kathy looked as good as usual. I returned that she looked extremely fuckable and he replied he’d be as quick as he could. I didn’t see him arrive but he was suddenly walking from the bar with a drink in his hand. He wore jeans and a checked shirt, apologised for keeping us waiting and drew a smile from my wife. At that point I imagined we looked like some friends meeting up. There were two sets of older people sitting opposite and a group of lads standing just off behind us. Harv grinned and kissed Kathy on the lips. I felt a little light headed, certain we had some attention then moved out my seat so he could slide next to her.
Kathy wanted another glass of wine and I left them together a moment to get one from the bar. Looking over at them, he had an arm around her shoulder, whispering into her ear. When I returned he talked confidently, his usual self without saying anything that might embarrass either of us. My wife seemed a tad nervy perhaps but she relaxed and continued to laugh at his bad jokes. I got what I felt was a suspicious look from a woman by our table. Maybe she’d overheard something and now I was sure one of the nearby lads was checking her out at every opportunity. Perhaps I was getting over anxious but I felt my temperature rise.
After some more drinks and flirting Harv lowered his voice and said he’d like to take Kathy back to his place. She nodded, finishing her drink and collecting her handbag. Then with an expert arm around her waist they headed to the door. I stayed behind, smiling nervously as one of the bargirl’s gathered the glasses off the table. The woman opposite was in her 60’s and I caught her eye a few times. From my discomfort I was sure she sensed something. It felt like she knew the full story somehow. Glancing at my watch I knew they’d be back at his place and Harv would almost certainly be giving Kathy a good seeing too. A little giddily I left and drove home.
J
monsterp3@yahoo.com
