The Hotel Getaway Part 2 [gay] [bi] [cuckold]

“Honey!” my wife screeched at me as she sat up, suddenly wide awake. “Why the FUCK are you wearing my clothes?!?!”

“Shit,” I cursed involuntarily.

Her eyes went wide. “Ohmygod….” she whispered. “You’re a cross-dresser, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!” she demanded.

I briefly considered going with that lie, but then my phone buzzed, lit up.

It was the older guy whose room I had just left. Messaging me. At the worst possible moment.

“Come back tomorrow. I’ll fuck you again,” he had wrote.

The words lingered on the display of my phone a little too long, giving my wife more than adequate time to digest them.

“Who the fuck is that?!” she yelled.

I looked at her in complete panic. There was no lying my way out of this. No way, no how.

Numb with fear, I unlocked my phone and showed her our conversation.

My wife read it, re-read it, read it once more, then sat quietly thinking.

“So, you’re gay now?” she asked, confused.

“Not exactly,” I said, scrambling to find the words to explain my urges. “I just….I guess I have a weakness for being used.”

“By men?” my wife asked in an incredulous tone.

“Yeah,” I answered quickly. “And only men. I haven’t done anything with a girl. Haven’t even thought about it.”

My wife tried to wrap her mind around all this. We’d only been married for a couple years and in many ways were still figuring one another out.

“So, you’re cheating on me but only with men?”

“I wouldn’t call it cheating,” I defended myself. “I mean, it’s not personal. It’s just physical.”

“You just like being their bitch?” she inquired.

I didn’t like the way that sounded either.

“They’re just fuck-toys,” I explained as best I could. “Something I need every now and then to help get me off.”

My wife swished that idea around in her head.

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay?” I asked, stunned that she would accept all this without even so much as a fight.

“Yeah. Okay.” I could tell she was still processing it though. “But I want to meet him.”

“Huh?” I asked, suddenly flabbergasted.

“Yeah,” she insisted. “If he’s your fucktoy, I want to meet him. Maybe if I like him enough, maybe I’ll get some use out of him too.”

“Hey, wait a minute…..” I back-pedaled.

“Set it up,” she tossed me my phone. “Tomorrow night. I wanna see you with him, so I can know what kinds of things you like.”

I wished I could believe that was her only motive, but I wasn’t that stupid and deep down I dreaded her meeting this older, dominant man, dreaded her seeing him use and abuse me for both of our pleasure. I’d been caught red-handed though, and somehow she’d trapped me on this path. I had no choice.

I messaged the guy, explained the situation as best I could, and set up a date for tomorrow night at his place.

Afterwards, the wife and I discussed things further. She seemed extremely casual about the whole affair, dismissing my fears everytime I tried to bring them up.

“Everything will work itself out tomorrow,” she insisted, “just as soon as I see what we’re dealing with.”

The next night, we both stood outside the older man’s hotel room. I knocked and he answered the door almost immediately.

My wife had dressed me in a short, loose skirt and a pair of her high heels. She chose a shirt of hers at random for me to wear, insisting that my most important assets would be below the waist…..and my mouth of course.

She had spent about 45 minutes girly-ing up my face with makeup, finishing the look with several thick layers of lipstick.

“We want it extra sloppy for him,” she said with a sly wink.

For herself, she had worn a similar skirt and a tight blouse that clung to her huge tits so firmly they looked ready to burst from the fabric.

The man couldn’t take his eyes off of her chest as he stood in his doorway, barely even seeming to notice me.

A feeling of dread began to well up in my chest.

“This is my wife,” I introduced her. ” She wanted to watch and see what we do so she can learn more about my…..needs.”

The man reached out and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

“Of course,” he said. “Come on in.” And then, he actually pulled her into the room, leaving me standing out in the hall.

What the hell was happening here?!

I strode in after them, growing more anxious by the second.

The lights in his room were dim. He had some faint music playing, something romantic. A table with two chairs had been set up, and at the table were two plates with food ready to eat.

“Have a seat,” he said, pulling one of the chairs out which she promptly sat in.

Without even asking, she began taking bites of the food.

He sat down opposite her and began eating also.

“Feel free to ask me anything you’ve been wondering about,” he invited her.

I stood there, awkward as hell and not knowing what to do about it since there wasn’t a third plate of food.

“Explain to me what’s going on with him over there,” she said, barely gesturing my way and keeping her eyes fastened on the older man’s intent gaze.

The man was running his eyes up and down her cleavage with growing interest, not even trying to be casual about it. She smirked seductively at his boldness.

“Aww yes,” the man replied. “The boy is what we sometimes refer to as a beta. He can’t help it, of course. Some people are just born that way. But unfortunately, he will always be in need of a firm hand and a good dash of humiliation in order to keep him from wandering.”

“What can I do about it?” she asked, now openly admiring the older man’s built physique, his strong, firm shoulders.

“I could give you some lessons, on keeping him under control,” he offered.

“I would love that,” my wife said, licking her lips purposefully.

“Umm,” I interjected, trying to remind them both that I was still present in the room. “Could I maybe get something to eat too?”

The older man put his fork down and stood up sharply.

“Of course!” he said. “I didn’t realize you were hungry.” And with that, he undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear straight down to his ankles.

My wife’s eyes went wide at the size of his member, even without being erect yet.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said. I didn’t like how they were talking about me and was trying to find a way to establish equal footing with them before things got out of control.

The older man looked at me sternly though, and a dash of fear raced through me.

“What are we all here for then” he began, “if not to give this beautiful creature a better sense of the depths of your depravity? You do want her to understand your needs, don’t you?”

As if this had all been my idea! Still, that was what my wife had came for.

Reluctantly, I sank to my knees and began to move my head toward his still flaccid cock.

He stopped me though and returned to his seat, naked crotch still exposed.

“Let’s all eat, shall we?” He said with a devilish smile in my wife’s direction. Her eyes sparked with fire, seeing how easily the older man subdued me to his will.

He had purposefully scooted his chair out so my wife had a clear view of what I was about to do.

I positioned myself between his legs and shot my wife a worried, questioning glance.

“Go on,” she urged me with an excited, hungry smile.

I turned to the the man’s meat, and began working him over with my lips and tongue and spit. He was hard almost instantly.

“That’s good,” the man said, then grabbed the back of my hair with his left hand and began pumping my head up and down on his shaft, trying to make me choke on him in front of my wife.

Despite my lack of a gag reflex, the sudden invasion of my throat proved too much for me and I spluttered around his meat, helpless to stop him from working my head up and down on him.

“Oh. My. God.” My wife whispered breathlessly.

“He’s very hungry,” the man said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“I can tell,” my wife said.

“Speaking of, how is your food?” he asked.

“Oh, delicious!” she said emphatically, and there was a note in her voice that said she wasn’t just talking about her plate.

“You seem to have something on your chin though,” he said.

“Oh no!” she cried out and began to get up to look for a napkin.

“No bother, I’ll get it for you,” he said slyly.

And then, I felt his upper half leaning across the table.

There was a wet, sucking sound, and I knew they were kissing. The bastard was kissing my wife while I sucked him off under the table! That was it!

I attempted to crawl out from under the table and put a stop to this instantly. Unfortunately, when the older man had leaned over the table, he had trapped my head between his lap and the underside of the eating surface. I was trapped!

I squirmed and complained, moaned and groaned in protest, but the two continued to attack one another’s mouths and tongues, being sure to match my noise with their own wet, sucking sounds, their own moans of growing excitement.

I again attempted to extract my head from his crotch, but the jerk began gyrating his lap up and down, forcing my mouth to suck him off further.

“Ohhhh gawddddd,” he groaned at the combination of me and my wife’s mouths working him over.

“That’s it hubby,” my wife addressed me at last. “Get our fucktoy nice and hard for me with those dick-sucking lips of yours.”

What the hell?!

But the man began humping his hips more insistently, forcing me to take him balls deep down my throat.

My wife got up suddenly, began stripping out of her clothes.

“Wow…..” the older man’s eyes were about popping out of his skull at the sight of her enormous, naked breasts, her hard almond nipples beckoning to him like twin harpies luring him to his death.

“You too,” she said.

He slid back away from the table, giving me a few brief moments to collect myself before he was completely naked.

The two of them came together, trapping me once again, this time caught between their bodies. My lips slid over his already slobber-wet shaft and my wife began withing against him, pushing my mouth down on him over and over.

They locked arms, clamping me between them, and resumed making out loudly and passionately.

There was nowhere for me to go. My face was caught on his meat shaft. It impaled my lips and throat again and again, picking up pace as they grew in excitement.

“Ohhhh FUCKKKK!” the older man cried out suddenly, and then he was filling my mouth and throat, spewing his seed all over my face even as the two of them continued to writhe against one another.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” the man continued to cry out as my wife forced him to drain himself completely in me and on me and all down my chin.

Afterward, the two of them laid down on the bed. My wife had a look of newfound bliss on her face.

“What about you?” the older man asked, knowing she hadn’t came yet.

My wife eyed me with a mischievous, hungry grin.

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas…..” she said. “I think I’ve got lots and lots of ideas.”

I gulped, wondering what she had in mind next.

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