Cuckold B&B (Part 3.3) (Patreon)

Here's the next instalment of Cuckold B&B Vol 3. Having confessed to his boyfriend that he's a cuck, now he gets to confess to a stranger - and ask him nicely to fuck his boyfriend.

We sat around the table and ate dinner together. Ahmet had changed out of his work clothes, and was now dressed in a casual, short-sleeved shirt with the top couple of buttons undone, a hint of his muscular chest on display.

Nico was into him, I could tell. And I’m pretty sure Ahmet could tell too, the way Nico was flirting: the way he leaned forward and looked intently at Ahmet, although everything he was saying had him enthralled. I even noticed him subtly touch Ahmet’s arm a couple of times as they talked.

Ahmet wasn’t too much of a conversationalist. If you wanted to be cliched about it you’d probably describe him as the strong, silent type. But he said enough to keep the conversation going. Over dinner he told us a little bit about himself: he worked worked for a stormwater engineering company that took on big infrastructure projects, and he was here finalising plans for some kind of big pipe network junction thing being built underground not far from here. He tried to explain exactly what it was he was working on, but it kind of went over both of our heads.

He’d been coming up every few weeks for a couple of months now doing site inspections and meeting with various people about the project. At first the company had been putting him up in hotels, but after a while he’d started opting for accommodation shares instead. “Everything about staying in a hotel is bland and lifeless,” he explained. “They all look the same, I never feel at home in them. I used to go to a city for a few days and leave feeling like I hadn’t visited at all. So I switched to accommodation share places. Means I get out into more interesting parts of the city, stay in places that feel lived in, meet new people.”

I wondered if ‘meeting people’ was code for fucking. I was probably just projecting though. Besides, this guy was hot as hell; I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have any trouble finding guys to share a hotel room with.

“You want more?” I asked as Ahmet cleared the last bit of salad off his plate. “There’s plenty left, I made way more than I meant to.”

He shook his head. “Thanks, that’s plenty. It was great though, thank you. And thanks for sharing it with me.”

I started to clear the plates away. “No problem. If you feel hungry later help yourself to the leftovers.” That reminded me: “Oh, and there’s coffee, breakfast cereal, milk, a whole lot of food in the fridge and the pantry. So please, help yourself to whatever you want.”

Ahmet nodded his acknowledgement. I carried the dishes over to the kitchen and began to load everything into the dishwasher, giving him and Nico a moment of space but watching out of the corner of my eye to see how they interacted.

“You know there’s a pool downstairs,” I heard Nico say. “And a gym you can use if you want. It’s only small — like, we usually go to a proper gym if we want a decent workout. But it’s got enough equipment for a basic one.” He paused, before observing, “You look like you work out.”

“Thanks. I usually give myself a few days off working out when I travel. But if I feel the need to let off some steam I’ll check it out.”

“If you want to let off some steam you should definitely let me know,” Nico replied. I almost let out a gasp at how forward he was being, but I managed to stop myself. Nico let that offer hang in the air, making the innuendo obvious for a second or two, before he followed it up with, “I can give you the code to get into the gym.”

Before I could see how Ahmet responded, Nico’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. “Sorry,” he said to Ahmet. “I have to take this.”

Nico walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. For a moment there was an awkward silence. At least, I found it awkward. I don’t think Ahmet necessarily noticed or cared.

I returned to the dining table and sat down across from Ahmet. I wondered whether I should come right out and say what I was thinking. But I didn’t need to, because Ahmet said it first.

“Your boyfriend’s been flirting with me the whole way through dinner.” The way he said it, matter-of-factly, like the statement wasn’t loaded with a whole lot of implications. And confidently: like he wasn’t trying to brag, or make me feel uncomfortable, but he had somehow naturally found his way to the top of the hierarchy and it was completely natural for him to acknowledge that he’d captured the attention of my partner.

“I think you’re right,” I replied.

Here goes.

“Will you fuck him?” I asked, facing my fears and diving into the conversation.

Ahmet cocked his head a tiny bit, like he was trying to make sense of the question. “Are you asking me to fuck him? Or are you asking if I’m already intending to?”

Fuck, that answer turned me on. I don’t know if he’d intended it, but with that one single question he was challenging me to admit I wanted to be cucked, while simultaneously making it clear that he could — and probably would — fuck my boyfriend whether I wanted it or not.

“I’m asking you to.” I tried to match his confidence in my voice. I don’t think it was successful. “He wants you, I can tell. And I want to watch you fuck him.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just took a sip of his wine and then set the glass down on the table. “You just want to watch. Not to participate.”

I nodded. “That’s right.”

“Why?”

He wants to make me admit it. My instinct was to avert my eyes, but instead I made a point of looking him straight in the eyes when I answered. “I’m a cuckold.” It felt freeing, empowering even, to finally look a man — a potential bull — in the eye and tell him that.

A satisfied smile started to spread across Ahmet’s face. “I see. So when you said I should help myself to anything, you really meant anything.”

The idea of Ahmet helping himself to Nico’s ass made my cock start to stir. I suddenly became very aware of how my throat had instantly gone dry and my cheeks were burning up. I let out a nervous laugh.

Ahmet took another sip of his wine while he made me wait for what came next. “Sure, I’ll fuck Nicolas,” he said eventually. The way he said it, it was like he was doing me a favour. I guess he was.

“And you’ll let me watch?”

“Yes, I’ll let you watch.”

My dick started to get harder, and I was glad that it was hidden under the table and out of view. I had no idea what to say, all I could muster was, “Cool.”