The hotwife hotel room?

Am spending time with a lovely friend this weekend as we tend to do annually and we’re in a new hotel. This hotel is very new, I saw it in construction this summer. And now it’s open! So we check in and it has lovely amenities. A walk in shower (for two), an equipped kitchenette, a big king bed and a pullout sofa.

Now we know that a pullout sofa can be a little weird to have people there and be able to see what’s going on in the other bed, so the hotel has magically added a sliding curtain to the mix so that you can have some measure of privacy! Isn’t that kind of them?

Seems like almost perfect settings for a cuck to be in a hotel with his hotwife and bull

Seems like almost perfect settings for a cuck to be in a hotel with his hotwife and bull

Of course, when I see this curtain next to the big bed my fantasy mind goes more into the world of…

She and He coming in and taking to the bed while I strip myself naked and pour them some wine. Then I kneel patiently next to the bed while they enjoy each others company, make out, drink wine and slowly remove their clothes in stages. A breast is exposed, a blouse and bra removed. Shoes are kicked off, then a pair of pants. Another shirt, a pair of panties. The moans intensify as their hands and mouths wander over each other’s bodies. He lies back on the bed while she gets up and removes the skirt that was bunched up around her waist, then heads into the bathroom. I remove his socks, as I know he prefers that I do this. He lies naked on the bed and sips wine while she takes a moment in the bathroom.

She returns. “That’s all for now, cuck” she indicates as she pulls the curtain to close off the bed. I retreat to the sofa where I wait. Unable to tease my own cock with my hand because I’m locked in chastity, I just lie there listening to them fuck, my cock pressing hard against my cage. After a good while and several intense orgasms on their part, I am ordered back to their side of the curtain where I am ready with warm tongue and warm washcloth as I clean them up and they fall into each other for a nap.

“Cuck, take an Uber home, I’ll call in the morning” and I am dismissed.

That curtain, well, sure, it seems as though the hotel management knows the rising tide of hotwives with bulls and cuckolds. They’ve seized on this opportunity. Or they did it for completely vanilla reasons, but I choose to not think that. It is far less fun than my ideas.

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