You checked into the hotel with your wife, out of town foe the weekend you had booked what you thought was a nice romantic country getaway. It was not long after seeing your room you realised it was not exactly what you had planned. The grand luxury rooms pictured online were clearly dated. The room was nice enough sure, but in that way that a hotel was passed its glory days. Either way, you were determined to make the most of this weekend, your wife had made the effort too, you’d caught sight of some new lingerie she had packer in her suitcase.
Dinner and wine at the hotel restaurant followed the same lines, it was good once upon a time, it’s a bit shabby now. The hotel wasn’t even booked out on a weekend. You felt like you had dropped the ball on this one.
Back in the room, your wife Gene had closed herself in the bathroom, preparing herself. She was a gorgeous woman, 40 years old, curvy, dark hair and dark eyes. She held a nice figure still and her breasts had filled out with age, adding to her curves and generating a very striking frontal appearance when she displayed her cleavage. The sex life had been lacking lately, this weekend was meant to kick some life back into the bedroom. A weekend in a nice hotel, late nights and breakfast room service, the classic, never fail tonic to a plateauing couples bedroom behaviours.
Gene was really taking her time getting ready, you had laid out a cheap handcuff set you had picked up especially for the weekend intending to cuff Gene foe a bit of excitement like you did when you were both younger. The television was on low as you waited, the wine from dinner starting to wear off, turning to tiredness.
At last you heard the bathroom door open and Gene stood in the lit doorway. Your jaw dropped. Gene stood in the doorway, Red lace lingerie adorned her body. She looked unreal, actually like she was not real, she had really gone the extra mile. Her makeup, hair, all immaculate and the high red heels were a stunning go addition. You realised that she had aged like a fine wine and was out of your league now.
She strode to you on the bed and locked lips. You are frozen in bed, shocked at the sexy sight before you, your mind playing catch up to take control of the situation. But Gene was the higher power now. She had seen the novelty handcuffs and liked what she saw, she also saw that you were not as hard as she needed you to be. Your trousers off, her lips met your half hard penis, attempting to warm you up and get your rock hard to give her some pleasure.
You were not doing a good job. Was it the sight of this amazing beauty or the wine, you were not sure. But minutes passed and Gene could not get the desired reaction. Frustrated, but trying to hide it she pulled away, laying on the bed beside you. It was then you both heard what you were too distracted to hear that whole time.
The unmistakable sound of a bed head knocking, and a female moaning.
You switch off the television. You knew it was not the program. It was your neighbours. They were having the passionate, wild, heavy sex that you had pictures you would be having this weekend. You and Gene listened quietly and dejectedly to the pleasure fest next door. The woman’s climaxing evidently building by her passionate “oh’s” building louder and higher.
Finally she came with a shriek. After a moment: “No please, I need a break” you heard her say. These walls were paper thin.
“Damn him” you thought sullenly, “his girl is so damn satisfied she’s begged for a break and you can’t even get your wife halfway there.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered to Gene.
“You make this right for me” she said. Confused, you nodded, expecting her to explain. Instead she got out of bed and was out the hotel room door in a moment, bravely dressed in her stunning lingerie, heels clicking on the floor. You were shocked at how boldly your wife had left the room and marched into the hallway. You sat frozen.
You heard a dull knock on your neighbours door. Moments passed, the door opened. Whispers, your wife was whispering, the man was whispering in reply. It was dawning that your wife was in a hotel hallway speaking to a stranger she had never met, a stranger who you and she had just just voyeuristically listened to him have wild rough sex through a hotel wall. Another female whisper joined. There was a brief giggle.
Your wife returned to your room, “what is going…” but your wife cut your question short.
“You’re coming with and don’t argue,” there was something wild in our wife’s eyes. Something you had never seen before. It was a mix between passion and deviousness. You were taken aback and shocked into silent compliance by it. She had grasped your arm and was leading you out of the room, you could not process the thought and therefore did not even have a moment to contemplate that you yourself were now in a hotel hallway completely naked and being led into some strangers hotel room. You did not notice your wife collecting the handcuffs.
Inside the room you were shocked into compliance at the sight as well as the unbelievable scenario you found yourself in. The man stood naked watching the scene unfold, he was built muscular and in his mid twenties you guessed, his cock sizeable and erect. His girlfriend, blonde and petite was wrapped in the hotel bedsheet as she stood in the corner refilling a glass of water. Her long hair a mess from the wild sex you had heard only minutes earlier. You were taking in all these sights silently as your wife was guiding you into a chair in the corner, you did not notice what was happening until the two clicks of the handcuffs securing you to the chair, immobilising you in a state of bewilderment
“ Gene what is going on?” You lamely managed in a shaky voice.
“Well Brock and his lovely girlfriend Cherry here have heard how unsatisfied I am, and well, you heard what he was doing to Cherry and that she needed a break, so they have kindly agreed to let me join in. It’s a bit of a win win situation we all agree. What you’re going to do is sit quietly, and maybe learn a few things.” She ended with a kiss on your mouth and pulled away with a grin you had never seen before. “May I?” The question was not directed at you, Gene was looking at Cherry.
“Have at him.” Cherry replied, settling herself onto the bed as if he were about to watch a movie.
Brock had not add a sound or moved the entire time, he just stood confidently, his cock standing proud. Gene moved without hesitation, in a moment your wife squatted in front of Brock and his erect cock, her ass nearly touching the floor as if she was a stripper doing a slut drop. You could not believe your eyes as she took him clean inside her mouth, immediately and willingly gagging before drawing back the full length of his shaft. Your faithful wife was sucking another mans cock like a woman possessed. You were transfixed as she worked it harder and harder and he grabbed her hair to thrust deeper inside her. Cherry watched on intently as her boyfriend used your wife’s mouth, seemingly enjoying watching the spectacle, but she also watched you for your reaction.
“My turn.” Cherry said as she flung the bed sheet off and spread her legs, the whole time making eye contact with you. Brock’s cock exited Gene’s mouth with a pop. Gene knew what Cherry meant, you were a little slow on comprehending. For the second time in the night, you watched with awe as your wife did something you had never even thought could possibly happen. Your sexy wife, climbed onto the bed on all fours and without hesitation, buried her head between Cheery’s legs. Your view from the foot of the bed was of her ass high in the air, leading to Cherry, Cherry watching you intently as your wife’s tongue pleasures her pussy, a low familiar moan escaping her lips.
You squirm in your restraints, the novelty handcuffs are surprisingly strong and there is no escaping the spectacle. Now your dick is twitching, wanting to be involved. Brock too was enjoying his view, his dick was not ready to be left out of the action. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Gene who was accommodating him, yearning for him to enter her. Her tongue buried deep inside Cherry’s cunt, Gene was fucked from behind by Brock, from the sounds she was wet and that familiar bed knocking sound started up again. Brock’s hands gripped Gene’s hips and he piled into her with force and stamina you had not mustered in years.
It did not take long for Gene to be squealing in ecstasy, her excitement muffled in Cherry’s groin but her coordination to lick lost in the euphoria of the orgasm. Your wife just had her first orgasm not self induced for months, and you could tell she was savouring it.
Brock pulled out of your wife, Gene was still twitching on the bed. He rounded the bed to give Cherry a kiss, his cock now covered in Gene’s juices but still unsatisfied. You marvel at the stamina of this guy. Cherry whispers something in his ear, she’s smiling, he smiles and looks over at you and just chuckles. Cherry gets out of bed and you lose sight of her behind you, but you are fixated on Brock dragging your wife across the bed by her legs to position her on the edge, directly in front of you, if you were not handcuffed you could lean forward on the chair and touch her, but the restraints kept you in place. Gene is panting like she’s just run a marathon, her eyes are fixed on Brock. She opens her legs wide, inviting him inside. He positions himself on top of her and you have a front row view of his cock enter her, his balls hanging below.
He starts his thrusts, slowly and working up speed. He’s spreading Gene wider than she’s been spread. The pumps are forceful and your wife is moaning in no time. You are transfixed in your view, unable to look away.
The first thing to remind you that Cherry is in the room is her whispering in your ear “ the first time he fucked me I didn’t walk right for a week.” She had snuck behind you, so close her breath was warm. Her hand moved seductively down your chest, over your stomach and teased your thighs. Your dick twitched, begging to be relieved by her in any way. She nibbles your ear a moment. “I like your wife. She seems to like my boyfriend, her tongue was so good on my clit I’ll have you know.” Her fingernails are now scratching the inside of your thigh. “I think she could have a permanent invitation to our bedroom.” This time she was lightly touching the head of your penis with one hand, the other tickling your balls. You squirm helplessly. Brock is pounding harder, Gene is nearing an orgasm you can tell by the excited squeaks coming from her, she will climax in moments.
“You on the other hand, aren’t much use to any of us it seems.” With that Cherry gripped your balls and base of your cock with such a strong and painful grip that you pull at the cuffs. Your wife was orgasming now, a long and loud affair, Brock was thrusting harder and deeper than ever, he was clearly cumming insider Gene. Cherry’s hand that was not gripping your balls began whacking your sensitive penis head repeatedly and in time with Gene’s orgasmic squeals. It took only moments for the sensation to overload you and you came also, Cherry still tapping your head, cum splashing on your body and thighs. Three of you, all coming at the same time, Gene and Brock in pleasure, you in agony. Cherry giggling.
It took many minutes for everyone to recover. Cherry was cleaning her hands, Brock was wiping his cock on the bedsheets, your wife was slowly recovering from her euphoria, and you were in a daze from the painful yet unsatisfying orgasm. You were in a dream state as Gene released the cuffs from the chair and helped you stand, silently walking you to the open hotel door into the hallway.
“I’m going to stay a little longer,” Gene gave you a kiss and closed the door, the lock clicked. You stood there a moment stupidly, then looked down at yourself. Cum drying on your belly and thighs, dick deflating, handcuffs still attached and hanging from your wrists. Your dick drunk wife had locked you out in the hallway, the key to your room was locked inside your room.
Through the door you heard your wife’s voice “I think you deserve more of a thank you for lending me your boyfriend.” Cherry’s moans soon followed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jm4o0j/cuck_realisation_at_a_hotel_mfmfcuckoldhumiliation
I realise some of the tenses and grammar needs work. I typed this in a night in a hotel room (after hearing some noises from a neighbouring room) on a phone and an afternoon on a train so working on a small screen. Hope you enjoy.
This is a bit different from other works, new to the cuck genre, never thought I’d write something like this, but the idea struck me at the time.
I fucking LOVE stories in which a husband is taunted and humiliated while his wife gets turned inside out by a better lover. Hope others commenting here can refer me to some….
I enjoyed this story!
Great read!