Cuckold B&B (Part 3.1) (Patreon)

If you're waiting for part 17 of the script I've been sharing over the last few weeks, then sorry you're in for a longer wait! I'm still working on it, and a covid infection got in the way of my progress.

On the bright side though, I can share the first part of the latest volume of Cuckold B&B. If you've been following the story you'll remember that in part one Ryan and Nico had their first 'threesome', which ended up being more of a twosome with Ryan watching. And then in part two, Ryan kept leaving Nico alone with their guest Levi, just so he could walk in and catch them cheating. 

Now in part three, Ryan's finally ready to embrace the fact that he's a cuck, instead of trying to disguise it like he's been doing up until now. Here goes...

I’ve heard about guys getting turned on just from hearing the sound of a notification on their go-to hook-up app. It’s like an association thing, a conditioned response. Because they know they could be about to get lucky. Or even if they’re not, the attention itself can be a turn-on.

I’m not on any of those apps. Nico and I decided that was a step too far. But I understand that same feeling, because when I heard the sound of the accommodation booking app, and saw my phone lit up with the notification — You’ve got a new booking — I felt that charge of electricity run through my groin and felt my cock start to grow instantly.

We’d only had our place on the site for a few weeks now. And it was only the third time anyone had booked our spare room. Who knew a conditioned response could establish itself so easily?

I grabbed my phone from where it sat on the arm of the sofa, unlocked it, and opened the app. There was a booking request for the following Tuesday through to Friday. The profile pic of the guy requesting the booking looked promising: he looked a few years older than Nico and me, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. Dark hair that was shaven as short as the thick stubble on his face. He looked like he could maybe be Greek, maybe Turkish, I wasn’t sure. I clicked on his face and was taken to his profile.

Ahmet. Single, professional guy. I travel a fair bit for work and I like to make the most of it. Into exploring new places and making new friends.

There were more photos. One in a suit, shirt collar opened one button further than usual to show a hint of a thick, built chest. One of him in a crowded market somewhere. And a selfie of him standing on a beach, shirtless, big broad shoulders and solid arms, and a thick patch of dark hair on his chest.

Nico was going to like him, I was certain of it. Hopefully when the guy turned up the feeling would be mutual.

“Babe, we got a booking.”

Nico looked over. “Yeah?”

“Want to see?” I held my phone out towards him.

I knew he knew why I was asking, and I could tell by his expression he was intrigued. He took the phone out of my hand and looked at it. “Wow.” He flicked through the photos. “He’s really hot.” As he said it he looked up at me from the phone, seeming like maybe he wasn’t sure what to say next.

“Name’s Ahmet. I thought you’d like him,” I said.

“When’s he coming?”

“Next week. Tuesday. Till Friday.”

Nico’s eyebrows raised a little. “Three nights…” He grinned at me. “Imagine what we could get up to in three nights.”

“If he’s keen, of course.”

“Of course,” Nico agreed. “Who knows. Maybe he’s married or something.”

“Profile says single.”

The grin spread a bit further across his face. “That’s convenient.”

“So I’ll accept the booking then,” I said. Not quite a question, but seeking Nico’s approval nevertheless.

“Hell yeah!” Then he gave me a serious look though. “What do you want to happen? Assuming he’s into anything. Assuming we’re into him in person.”

I paused. I’d kind of been dreading this moment, the moment where I had to explain to Nico exactly what it was I wanted. I didn’t want to admit it. It was embarrassing, for a start. And in the back of my mind I had this niggling fear that maybe if Nico knew what it was I wanted he’d think I was less of a man somehow.

Nico must have taken my pause as indecision. “I only want to do what you’re comfortable with,” he told me. “Like, if he isn’t keen on both of us we can just forget all about it. I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Last time. He still obviously felt bad about cheating on me, even though I think we both kind of realised that I’d wanted it to happen all along.

I might have been afraid to admit it to myself at first, but it was clear now exactly what it was I wanted. To be honest it should have been pretty obvious right from the first time I’d watched Nico get fucked by another man, that night with our first houseguest Hunter. But I’d been so confused by the whole situation that I hadn’t been entirely sure what it meant.

I’d come to understand it better since then though. The last time we had a guy book our spare room I’d hinted to Nico that I was okay with him hooking up without me, but for some reason I’d been too scared to come right out and tell him I wanted him to do it. He never got the hint; Levi, the guy staying in the spare room, he’d seen right through me without me even needing to say anything. The look he’d given me when I’d said, “I’m going out for a while,” told me that he understood exactly what it was I wanted.

I hadn’t even understood why I’d gone out of my way to manufacture an opportunity for Nico to cheat on me. Whether it was a test of his loyalty, or of my ability to be okay with giving him freedom. But when I’d come home and found them fucking in our bed, that’s when it all came together in my mind. That’s when I realised that this wasn’t just some experiment. That’s when I realised that right down at my core, seeing my boyfriend with another man turned me on more than anything else ever had.

And I had to tell him that, even if it was awkward.

“I just want to watch the two of you fuck.”

“Okay.” Nico’s brow furrowed. In confusion, maybe. Or like he was trying to analyse me.

“I just find it hot,” I elaborated. “Watching you, I mean. Hotter than even being part of it.”

“Ryan,” he asked, slowly, like he wasn’t sure he should, “are you a cuckold?”

I averted my eyes, embarrassed that he’d said the word out loud. “You’ve heard of that?” I asked, surprised that he even knew the term. It had only been a vague, half-understood concept for me until I went looking for something to explain why I’d been so obsessed with the idea of getting him to cheat on me.

“Do you think I’ve been living under a rock or something?” he asked. “Of course I’ve heard of it.”

“I think I might be,” I admitted, not able to look up at his face again until the words had tumbled out of my mouth. “Had you figured that out already?”

“I wasn’t sure. I wondered. I mean, you’ve watched me with other guys three times now, without really even trying to get in on the action. And you even caught me cheating and said you were okay with it.” He chuckled a little. “I mean, you even pulled your cock out and jacked off to it.”

I winced at the observation; hearing him saying it out loud made it sound embarrassing.

“I wasn’t sure but it seemed like the most obvious explanation. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t realise at first, I guess. I still wasn’t sure till I caught you fucking Levi. And then… well… I guess I was kind of embarrassed.”

Nico considered that for a moment. “Fair enough,” he said finally. “It’s a kind of awkward thing to admit.”

I winced a little more. “Do you think it’s weird? Or gross?”

Nico shrugged a little. “Well yeah it’s kind of weird.”

That hurt a bit. “Are you okay with it?” I asked, terrified of the answer.

“Come here.” He stretched out his arms and I shuffled across the sofa towards him until he could wrap them around me. “Of course I’m okay with it, are you kidding?”

He released me from the hug, and grinned at me. “Seriously. Did you really think I’d be upset that I get to fuck other guys and I don’t have to worry about you doing the same?”

“Well when you put it like that…”

“Babe, don’t worry. I might not totally understand it, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still going to make sure you get plenty of chances to see me fuck.” He grinned again. “Maybe next week, if this guy Ahmet is up for it.”