My wife’s self-proclaimed “new favorite thing” [humiliation]

TLDR : my wife loves arriving at bars with me, and leaving with an additional man.

So we are still relatively new at this – but one thing my wife has started to love and look forward to is the pre-meeting in the bar. Twice now we have met guys in the bar with the possibility of returning to his hotel room if it was a chemistry fit. Both times, we have arrived first at the bar. (Both times, chemistry was there in spades)

This is how it generally plays out. The two of us, clearly a couple, arrive at the hostess stand. We ask for a table – with room for three, as we have a friend joining us. Both times, we have had to intervene with the table placement because the initial seating wouldn’t be conducive for the type of conversation we were planning to have.

The man arrives and sits with us. Typically, my wife shifts over to be more proximate with this new joiner. Over the course of the evening, as she gains comfort and liquid courage, she moves to a place at the table where it’s clear she is more physically with him, than me.

As the waiter engages over the course of the evening, they become witness to this dynamic. Wry smiles and lingering glances are par for the course.

Both times we were incredibly respectful to not force our kink onto innocent restaurant workers. But it’s clear they suspect something different is afoot.

My suspicion is that she likes how normal it feels. How we can subtly live out loud. She likes the attention – clearly having two doting men aware of one another and still prioritizing her – not competing. She likes how powerful she feels, and how small it makes me look (because she knows I like that). She likes the smile on my face that seems to be stuck there by the end of the drinks. She likes how I arrive a little tense – grasping for control, and as the evening progresses, I “melt” and just get happy. She likes the gift it gives this man – who gets to “win” her in front of her husband and the wandering eyes who may catch the drift, as if to say, “This non-husband man has the power, and gets my pussy. My husband is supportive. I’m the luckiest. Later gater – the three of us need need to go stretch… me! ????????”