Cuckold B&B (Part 3.2) (Patreon)

Here's part two of the latest Cuckold B&B story. Ryan's confessed to being a cuck, and now their latest houseguest has arrived. Hope you enjoy it! And please let me know if you have feedback/suggestions.

I was all nerves by the time Ahmet arrived, and Nico could tell. “Don’t worry, babe,” he reassured me. “We can take this at your pace. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. For one thing, there’s no reason to assume he’s going to be up for anything or that we’ll hit it off.”

I nodded. I knew he was right. I knew I was letting myself get really worked up over something that could be nothing at all.

“We’ll just talk to the guy. No decisions need to be made. Once we’ve met him properly, and then have a chance to talk it over, we can decide if we want to make a move or not.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling kind of stupid for being such a bundle of nerves.

The old-school landline phone connected to the building’s buzzer system rang, and Nico answered it. Instead of just hitting the code to unlock the door he spoke: “Hey, is that Ahmet?… Cool. It’s level seven, apartment twelve. You take a right when you come out of the lift and we’re the last door on your right… Cool, see you soon.”

He looked over at me, studying me. “You’re all good, right?”

“All good,” I confirmed.

I waited by the door for the ninety seconds or so that it took him to reach our door. When I heard the knock I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

He was tall, taller than I was expecting and taller than me by a good six inches or so. And he was solid, too, built like a wrestler or something. His wide shoulders and thick upper arms were straining at the fabric of his business shirt, looking as though if he flexed the shirt would probably tear in several places. The shirt itself was crisp, white, a couple of buttons undone at the top to show off the bronze of his upper chest and the beginning of the thick chest hair I’d seen in his photo.

“Hi,” he said in a deep voice, extending his hand to shake mine. “You must be Ryan?”

I nodded and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. Ahmet, right? Come in.”

He stepped inside. He dropped his bag onto the floor and his suit jacket over the back of a dining chair and shook hands with Nico too.

“Hi, I’m Nicolas.” I could tell that one look at the guy had put Nico into sub mode already. He usually added ‘call me Nico’, and I knew from experience that he only ever stuck to just his full name when he was speaking to someone he perceived as an authority figure. “It’s great to meet you. Welcome to our place.”

“Thanks very much for having me,” Ahmet said.

“The bedroom’s right over here,” Nico said, leading Ahmet over to the door and opening it. He stepped aside for Ahmet to walk in, and he surveyed the room — the sun was just starting to set behind the tallest of the office towers in the distance, and the view out of the spare room window was twinkling now that people had started to turn their lights on.

“Nice room,” Ahmet said, surveying the view and casting his eyes over the room. “Thank you.”

I followed the two of them over as far as the bedroom door. “Ahmet, I’m just about to start cooking dinner. Want to eat with us? There’s enough for three.”

“Sure, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said.

“No trouble at all,” Nico assured him.

“I’ll get started then.” I headed back towards the kitchen.

“You want a drink while we’re waiting for dinner?” Nico asked him.

“No thanks. If it’s okay I think I’d like to have a shower before dinner. Been a long day, I’ve been up since before dawn for my flight.”

“Oh yeah for sure, no problem.” Nico emerged back into the living room, gesturing at the bathroom door. “Bathroom’s right here, right next to your room. Towels are in there on the shelf. And help yourself to whatever you need in there: shower wash, shampoo, whatever.”

“Thanks,” Ahmet said. He kicked off his shoes in his bedroom, followed Nico out into the living room, and then into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him.

I started prepping food for dinner while Nico poured himself a glass of wine. Once I heard the shower start up and knew it was safe to talk about our guest, I asked Nico, “What do you think of him?”

“God, so hot,” Nico replied, leaning against the counter with his wine glass. “Seriously, how does every guy who books our spare room end up being so fucking hot?”

“I know, right?” I could feel my cock stir a little bit hearing my boyfriend so emphatically talking up his interest in this guy. “So… you think you’d be into doing something? If he is, that is?”

“Oh for sure. If you’re still up for it?” He said it tentatively, like he didn’t want to assume.

I nodded vigourously. “I’m up for it. Definitely.”

He looked pleased. And relieved. “Cool. Hopefully by the time his three nights are up you’re gonna get the chance to watch me get fucked then.”