Becca Bellamy
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Your Cuckolding - Part 16
🕑 Added 2021-08-15 06:44:11 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Alec and your wife were cuddled up in bed. She wore a satin negligee and he had on a pair of boxer briefs. They looked like any happy couple would have when ensconced in a beautiful hotel room at the beach.
You were on the pullout couch. You had on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. The French doors between the two rooms were wide open, giving you a lovely view of your wife and her bull as they relaxed together after a night of blissful sex and a little bit of sleep.
There was a gentle knock at the door. Your wife smiled and said, “I ordered breakfast. Would you mind getting the door, cuckold?”
“Of course,” you replied. You got out of the pull out bed and ambled towards the doorway. You peered through the keyhole and saw a hotel employee with a cart in front of him.
You opened the door and he said, “Room service.” He pushed the cart forwards and you stepped aside. He blew right past you and stopped in front of the French doors.
“Good morning,” your wife said.
“Good morning, ma’am,” the delivery guy replied. He quickly glanced back at you and then looked into the bedroom once more. You imagined he was a little confused about what he’d just walked in on.
“My husband will sign for the food,” your wife said. The delivery grabbed the check from the cart and stepped into the bedroom before your wife stopped him. “Oh, no, my husband is the one that answered the door. This is my lover.”
“Good morning,” Alec said.
The delivery guy stopped and stared into the bedroom for a few moments. You felt the intended humiliation, but you fought through it and stepped closer to sign the bill. “Uh, here you go, sir,” he said.
“Thanks,” you replied. You gave a twenty percent tip, signed the bill, and handed it back to him. “I can handle it from here,” you added.
“Yes, my husband is going to take great pleasure in serving us breakfast,” your wife said. “If he does a good job, I might let him serve us in other ways.”
You stepped closer to the cart to try and hide your growing erection as a smile slowly crossed the delivery guy’s face.
“You all enjoy the rest of your stay,” he said. “And thank you for the tip.”
You nodded and he departed the room, though not before taking one look back on his way to the door, almost as if he wanted to take a mental picture to ensure he’d never forget the strange situation he’d walked into.
Once he was gone, you lifted the gleaming silver domes off of each plate and set them aside. “Breakfast in bed?” you asked.
“Of course,” your wife replied.
All three plates held eggs, toast, hash browns, and a side of bacon and you picked up two and carried them into the bedroom, handing one to your wife and one to Alec.
“Thank you, cuckold,” she said.
You returned to the cart to grab their silverware, a few packs of salt and pepper, and a little bottle of ketchup for their hash browns. You hand-delivered those to Alec and your wife and stepped back to ask, “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Your wife offered a delighted smile. “Coffee,” she said.
“Oh, right, of course,” you replied. You returned to the food cart, poured two cups of coffee, and added a little cream and sugar to your wife’s before placing one cup on each of the nightstands flanking the bed.
“Thank you, cuckold,” she said. “Now, would you like to serve?”
A plate of hot food awaited you, but the allure of serving your wife and her bull in whatever way they desired was far more compelling. “Yes, I’d like to serve,” you said.
Your wife smiled and said, “Why don’t you ask Alec if he’ll grant you the pleasure of sucking his cock while he and I have breakfast. That way he’ll be ready to fuck me in the shower when we’re done eating.”
Images of Alec taking your wife from behind in the shower filled your head as you turned to him. “May I suck your cock while you enjoy breakfast in bed with my wife?” you asked.
“Yes, you may,” he answered.
You crawled into the bed, pulled off Alec’s underwear, and took your place between his legs. You took the head of his soft cock into your mouth and gently sucked while your wife leaned over and gave him a kiss.
“It feels fitting that my cuckold is eating cock for breakfast, doesn’t it?” she asked.
Alec laughed and replied, “It does. I think he likes it, too.”
He wasn’t entirely wrong. You’d grown accustomed to the experience of sucking cock and you’d come to enjoy the sensations that filled your body as you offered Alec your mouth. You were, after all, prepping him to fuck your wife. You were showing them both that you understood your place as a cuckold, and in doing so you were filled with the warm glow of humiliation and submission that you’d come to enjoy.
You sucked cock as they ate their breakfast and enjoyed their coffee. Neither of them paid you much attention, instead they talked about what they planned to do that day – a lot of time at the beach – and how much they’d enjoyed the previous night. Your wife commented on how vigorously Alec had fucked her before they’d fallen asleep – and after you’d fucked her – and he commented about how he wanted her to sleep with his cock on her mind instead of yours.
“You may clear our plates,” your wife said after they’d finished eating.
You released Alec’s cock from the eager grasp of your lips, took their plates, and returned them to the cart. Your wife took his hand and led him towards the bathroom.
“Enjoy your breakfast, cuckold,” your wife said. “I’m going to enjoy Alec’s cock.”
You took your plate and sat in front of the coffee table. The shower turned on and you heard your wife laugh gleefully. A moan quickly followed. You ate as you imagined what they were doing. You thought of him standing behind her and caressing her body as the water warmed up. You thought of his fingers in her pussy and her eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure. You thought of them stepping into the shower and your wife sinking to her knees to blow him. She enjoyed having him in her mouth, after all, it was just that she frequently outsourced that task to you. You imagined Alec taking your wife from behind as she leaned against the tiled wall and moaned. You imagined him playing with her clit as he fucked her.
Your cock was stiff throughout your breakfast and it stayed that way as you loaded everything onto the cart and pushed it out into the hallway. You returned to the room, folded the bed back into the couch, and sat as the shower continued to run. The moaning had stopped – they’d both cum and Alec’s load was likely dripping out of your wife’s pussy by that point – and now they were getting clean before starting their day.
Eventually the shower turned off and your wife called out, “Will you come here, cuckold?”
You hopped to your feet and headed for the bathroom. You were greeted by the sight of your wife’s wet, naked body as Alec wrapped a towel around his and stepped past you.
“Some of his cum is still inside me,” she said. “I’d like you to clean it. Would you do that for me? Would you clean my messy pussy?”
You nodded, stepped into the bathroom, and fell to your knees in front of your wife. She smiled, stepped closer, put a hand on the back of your head, and pulled you close. You feasted on her pussy. You cleaned his cum out of her. You consumed his thick, salty seed like a good cuckold.
“Play with your cock,” she said. “But don’t cum.”
You reached into your boxers and played with your cock. More of his cum dripped from her pussy and onto your tongue. You devoured it like a hungry cuckold is supposed to. Your cock throbbed from the combined pleasure of your slow strokes, the taste of your wife’s pussy, and the kinky knowledge that you were devouring another man’s seed. You were absolutely certain it was going to be an incredible day.
“Darling, would you mind giving me a foot rub?” your wife asked. You’d rented a cabana that included two lounge chairs with exceptionally plush cushions and a wooden bench against the back curtain. Your wife and Alec had taken the lounge chairs and you’d taken the bench. They’d enjoyed fruity, boozy drinks, flirtatious talk, and plenty of sun while you’d done the same while also enjoying the fact that your wife was acting like another man’s girlfriend.
“Of course,” you replied. You hopped to your feet and sat at the end of the lounge chair your wife was sprawled out on. She placed one of her feet in your lap and you offered the massage she desired.
“That feels incredible,” she said. “It’s so nice to have a cuckold around. Why pay a fortune to go to the spa when I can have my husband rub my feet while my bull and I relax?”
Alec smiled and reached over to take her hand in his. “I’ve done this with other couples and none of the cuckolds have been quite like your husband. At some point, they all get too selfish to continue and I inevitably have to part ways with the couple. Your husband seems better-suited to this particular kink than most men.”
Your wife looked at you and smiled. “I’m certain he is. I think he would say that the orgasms he’s had since I started cuckolding him have been far more satisfying than any he previously enjoyed. I think I’d say the same thing.”
“They are,” you agreed.
Your wife smiled again and lifted Alec’s hand to her lips. She kissed his index finger before taking it between her lips and sucking like she was giving a blowjob. She held your gaze while she did it and gently moved her heel in your crotch, bringing you to an erect state. She closed her eyes and unleashed a low, quiet moan that made your cock throb with delight. They’d both cum that morning, but you’d been denied the pleasure and your body hummed with arousal.
“Was she like this before I met her?” Alec asked. “Was she the kind of woman that would do this in public?”
“No,” you answered. “She wasn’t exactly shy, but you’ve unlocked something in her. A naughtier version of her.”
Your wife gently pulled back and Alec’s finger fell from her mouth before she looked at him and said, “I’d suck your cock right now if we weren’t in public.”
It was your turn to groan. You loved when she talked dirty like that and the best part was that you were absolutely certain she was being honest.
“Can I get you anything?” the waitress asked as she appeared at the entrance to your cabana.
“I’ll take another daiquiri,” your wife replied as she took Alec’s hand and squeezed it tight. “Alec, would you like anything?”
“I’ll take another daiquiri as well,” he answered.
Your wife gestured towards you, smiled, and then looked at the waitress and said, “My husband probably wants another drink as well.”
“Uh…can I get you anything, sir?” the waitress asked.
You turned to look at the waitress and saw a mildly amused look on her face. There was something about the relatively harmless public exposure that you found far more thrilling than expected. “I’ll have a beer,” you said. “A Corona, please.”
“I’ll be right back with those drinks,” the waitress said.
You turned towards your wife and offered a bright smile before pulling her other foot into your lap and rubbing it.
“There’s something exciting about other people knowing, isn’t there?” she asked.
You nodded.
“Alec, did the other couples you played with ever share their secret with other people? Did they tell their friends? Did you ever help introduce them to other cuckold couples?” your wife asked.
“One couple did,” Alec replied as you continued to rub your wife’s feet. “The wife wanted to meet another woman into cuckolding, so I introduced them to a couple I knew in the lifestyle but hadn’t played with. We ended up doing a few double dates with the other wife and her bull and we even had a foursome one night where we swapped. It got pretty kinky, actually, as the cuckolds were there too.”
Your wife smiled and leaned back in the lounge chair. “I kind of like the idea of telling some of my friends that I cuckold my husband. I want to brag about it, to be honest. I’m having such good sex that I want to share it with the world, and I have to admit that it’s a little bit of a turn on to expose our dirty little secret.”
“Did telling the waitress turn you on?” Alec asked.
Your wife nodded.
“You’re an exquisite woman, Sarah. Your husband is very lucky, and so am I,” Alec said.
Your wife leaned over and kissed her bull. It started as the sort of kiss that was perfectly acceptable in public but it quickly transitioned to the sort of kiss usually reserved for foreplay.
“I have two daiquiris and a beer,” the waitress said as she stepped into the cabana. “Oh, wow.”
You looked up at her and saw that she was staring at Alec and your wife, who were still kissing with great fervor.
“Is that really your wife?” she asked.
“It is,” you answered.
“And he’s her…boyfriend?” she asked.
“Sort of,” you replied. Saying anything else felt like a bit of an over share.
The kiss ended and your wife looked up at the waitress with a smile on her face. “He’s my bull,” she said. “He satisfies my sexual desires in a way my husband can’t, and because I’m married to a wonderful man, I get to have them both.”
The waitress smiled as she offered your wife her drink and passed Alec his. “I guess you’re a very lucky woman, then.”
“I am,” your wife replied. “In fact, Alec and I are going to take these drinks to our room and he’s going to fuck me better than my husband has ever fucked me. Normally he likes to watch, but my husband will be staying by the pool this time. I suspect he’d be happy to give you a foot massage, though. I know it’s probably against the rules, but you could close the curtains to the cabana, relax on one of these chairs, and let him rub your feet like a good boy. I promise he won’t be gross. He’ll do everything in his power to make you feel good while I’m screaming my bull’s name in pleasure.”
Your wife and Alec stood with their drinks in hand and walked out of the cabana. You watched them go with a painful erection between your legs.
“I am due for a break,” the waitress said. “And I spend all day on my feet so I’d love a foot massage. Was your wife being serious? Would you rub my feet?”
“I’ll do anything you want,” you answered.
She closed the cabana curtains, put your beer on the wooden bench, kicked her shoes off, and got on the lounge chair. “You know, people get up to all kinds of stuff in these cabanas,” she said. “You can start by rubbing my feet. Maybe I’ll have you crawl between my legs to eat my pussy. Would your wife mind if you did that?”
“I don’t think so, no,” you said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve…well…I…”
“Say it,” the waitress said. “I can tell by the look on your face that you’ve got a dirty little secret. Go ahead and say it.”
You took one of her feet in your hands and started rubbing it. You looked down at her toes, which looked remarkably pretty with red polish, and said, “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used my mouth for someone else’s pleasure.”
The waitress chuckled. “Do you suck his cock?”
You nodded.
“Damn. I knew something was up when I saw you three come to the pool. I had no idea you were that kinky, though. Don’t worry, though. I dig it. Keep rubbing my feet. Do a good job and I’ll let you eat my pussy too,” she said.
You did everything you could to deliver a great foot massage. You gave each of her toes attention and you made sure to really work her soles with your fingers. When she leaned back, closed her eyes, and really relaxed into it you were thrilled. You were doing a good job.
The waitress hiked up her little black skirt, pulled aside her panties, and said, “Get to work. You’ll have to be quick about it, though. My break is almost over.”
You didn’t think about the fact that you were about to eat pussy in a mostly-public kind of way. You just crawled between her legs and went to work. She immediately grabbed a handful of your hair and maintained a tight grip as your tongue worked her clit.
“Fuck, this is just what I needed,” she said. “I wish more people like you came to this hotel. I’d love to get my pussy eaten every day.”
Your cock throbbed as it pressed into the lounge chair. Her grip on your hair tightened, making it feel like she was asserting ownership over you for the moment.
Before long her thighs began to tremble. She closed them around your head, squeezing you in a way you found oddly pleasurable.
“Fuck,” she said in a tight, constrained voice. “I’m cumming.” The waitress maintained her grip on your hair right up until she finished cumming. Then she gently pushed you away from her pussy, leaned forward, and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “That was exactly what I needed. Thank you for that. I’ll make sure to let your wife know you were very good to me.”
“Thank you,” you replied. “For letting me do that, I mean.”
The waitress smiled, put her shoes back on, grabbed her tray, and headed back to work. You snagged your beer from the bench, sat down, and took a long sip as your erection continued to rage.
Not long after, Alec and your wife returned. They held hands as they approached the cabana and stopped briefly to chat with the waitress. Your wife had a smile on her face as she pushed past the curtains and sat on the edge of the lounge chair.
“The waitress said our next round of drinks is on her,” your wife said. “It seems that you were quite good to her.”
“I hope that’s okay,” you replied.
“It certainly is,” your wife said. “It’s vacation, after all. And your mouth is too talented to keep to myself. How would you like to clean Alec’s cum from my pussy?”
“I’d love that,” you said.
“Good. Close the curtains and get to work,” your wife replied.
You did as instructed and soon enough you were cleaning your second creampie of the day.
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