Cuckold's Voyeur Road (Book 3 of The One Less Traveled )

by J. C. Wittol

  “How do you know this anyway?”

  “I was in here a few weeks ago with a potential client and she came onto me.” He shrugged. “I know the manager here, and he filled me in after I turned her down.”

  Nicole piped in. “You better have turned her down, Mister.”

  “Baby, I’ve never paid for sex, and I’m not about to start.”

  “Good, and speaking of sex…” Her voice trailed off.

  Their eyes met, and he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Almost a minute passed before they stopped, and both of them were breathing heavy when they separated. His arms slipped around her. He stood and lifted her into his arms at the same time. Her body melted against his, and he started walking towards the door.

  “Let’s go.”

  I paid our bill, of course, but I didn’t mind. Initially, I thought they’d want to be alone, but he invited me to come back to the hotel. This time I breezed through the lobby. We went straight up to his hotel suite. I relaxed on the loveseat as Nicole disappeared into the bedroom.

  Collin joined me in the living. “It’s been an interesting night.”

  “Yes it has, but it’s also been fun.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” He swirled his glass a bit. “I want to say thank you for working out this compromise. It could only have come from you, and I think it’s going to work great for everyone.”

  “I hope so. I still worry about losing Nicole, but as long as we keep communicating, we should be fine.”

  “I know you worry about losing your wife, but I’m honestly not a threat.” His voice was low and reassuring. “I would walk away if it looked like your marriage was in jeopardy.”

  I’m not sure I believed him, but I appreciated the sentiment. “Thank you.”

  Nicole joined us. Holy cow, she made an entrance. A confident, sultry smile lit her face, and she moved forward like a runway model. A one-piece lingerie suit fit her like a glove, and robbed my mouth of moisture. Resembling skimpy one-piece swimming suit, except it was completely sheer and had a thong back. She completed the look with thigh-high hose and fuck-me pumps. Her breasts pushed at the material and her little nipples were rock hard.

  Poor Collin didn’t stand a chance!

  She brazenly walked over and straddled him. Her lips found his before he got a chance to speak, and she ground her hips into him. Her hands found his shirt and she ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Surprise widened his eyes, as his muscular chest and stomach were exposed. Seeing where this was going, he put his arms around her and stood, while her legs immediately flew around his waist, gripping him tightly, and her arms wrapped tighter around his neck. Her lips never left his skin, and she peppered his neck and face with passionate kisses.

  “Nick, why don’t you follow us into the bedroom?”

  Collin’s voice woke me from my daze. My cuckold engine revved, and my heart raced. Nicole’s show and aggressive behavior pushed every one of my cuckold buttons. I’d never seen her act so wanton, so in need of sex, and being invited into the bedroom was beyond anything I’d hoped for tonight.

  I jerked my head in a crazy nod, and swayed a little when I stood. My hand found the couch and I steadied myself before following the sexy couple. My cock heartily approved. It felt painfully erect and strained against my slacks. Different this time, I wouldn’t be snatching glimpses and hiding outside the door, Collin had actually invited me to watch them.

  Yeah!

  The sight that greeted my eyes almost was both deliciously erotic and painfully beautiful. I barely avoided an involuntary orgasm. Nicole lay with her arms above her head, and writhed slowly beneath him. His hands wandered over her body, exploring every curve, as their lips remained locked together. Lust, pure unadulterated lust, hung heavy in the air as the passion between the two lovers grew. My own excitement contributed as well, and my hand wandered below my waist. I stroked myself through my slacks, loving the erotic tableau.

  Their passionate kiss finally ended, leaving both of them breathless. He rolled over on his side, his hands reached between her legs, and he gave a short pull on the body suit. She arched her back in response, and pushed her breasts towards the ceiling, as invisible snaps popped open, and the sheer lingerie slid up to her waist. His hand descended between her thighs, and a sharp intake of breath pierced the silence. Her eyes remained closed; she cupped her own breasts and pinched her nipples lightly. Her legs slowly moved over the sheets, separating even further for her lover, inviting him to take possession of her. He glanced in my direction, a small smile growing on his face, and then he whispered in her ear. Her eyes opened and she nodded at him

  “Nick. Would you get us a towel?”

  I shook my head and focused on his words. “Sure.”

  As I darted into the bathroom, his voice followed me. “Get a hand towel as well.”

  The towels were easy to find, and I returned carrying both towels. The lovers lay naked, side by side, with Nicole slowly stroking his cock. Her eyes devoured the dark shaft in her hands, and I swear she was almost drooling. She finally broke her eyes away and motioned for me to put the towels at the end of the bed. I delivered them and then started to move back towards the wall, when she stopped me.

  “Honey, get naked.” She winked at me. “Then come over here.”

  Unable to manage a response, I shed my clothes. My cock flopped excitedly as my underwear hit the carpet. Hard and erect, I was still nowhere near Collin’s size. The obvious difference made me feel self-conscious, but my wife encouraged me.

  “Baby, I need your tongue right now.”

  She smiled and crooked her finger, beckoning me forward. Collin remained silent. He watched the interplay between us, with no smile or sarcastic expression. He was calm, but serious.

  I jumped at the chance to lick my wife’s pussy. I wanted to remind my wife, and show Collin, that I could make her feel amazing as well. My tongue met her lips, and started caressing her delicious skin. The scent of lust, sex and desire felt intoxicating. Gentle, almost tentative, I stroked her wet flesh. Already soaking wet, she started moaning, and her hands gripped the back of my head as she pulled my face into her pussy. Her thigh high hose felt smooth against my cheeks. A perfume of great sex filled my nose, intoxicating me even further. No other scent inspired such lust within me.

  “You are so good at that, baby!”

  “He is good at eating pussy, isn’t he?” I heard Collin’s voice, but she kept my face pressed into her pussy.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “He’s amazing at it. He also likes to lick my pussy after I’ve been with you.”

  I thought I heard a little giggle, but I couldn’t be sure.

  Collins voice reached my ears. “Perfect.”

  “Thank you,” she said after several minutes. Her hands pushed my face up and away from her pussy. “I’m ready for Collin now. Why don’t you watch?”

  I moved back, disappointed and frustrated that I hadn’t made her orgasm. There wasn’t a chair in the room, so I knelt at the foot of the bed. He didn’t waste a second. While I had been licking her pussy, she’d continued working on his cock and the huge, dark weapon now sat ready for action. Her legs spread as he moved on top her, and her hands slid around his neck.

  An excited smile lit her face.

  Every tiny, exquisite detail unveiled itself before me. My eyes devoured the two lovers, and I resolved not to blink. I didn’t want to miss one sex-laden second. My breath now came in short pants. My heart thudded in my chest, and my hand gripped my cock. Five inches of fleshy steel, never harder than tonight, and I felt my orgasm lurking only a few strokes away.

  Collin positioned his cock, hesitated for a second, and then thrust inside of her. “Dang woman, you’re so tight!”

  She gasped and moaned at the same time. “Slow, baby! I have to get used to your size again.”

  A low chuckle followed her moans. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get used to me.”

  He’d stopped about half way, and then pulled
out slowly. He withdrew and left the tip of his cock resting against her pussy. She groaned and pushed her pussy towards his cock. He pushed slowly inside her again, deeper this time, but not entirely inside her. Her legs quivered as held himself inside her. Once again, he pulled all the way out and paused, before pushing back inside of her. Each thrust taking him deeper inside her. He kept this rhythm until his entire cock sank inside her pussy. By this time, her hands gripped his arms tightly, and her legs circled his waist, locking him into position.

  “I missed your cock so much! I love the way you fill me.” She smiled up at him and stroked his arms and shoulders. “Stretch my pussy, baby.”

  Obeying her command, his pace increased. He hammered into her, and twisted his hips as he bottomed out. Nicole was beside herself with pleasure. Her head whipped from side to side, and her hands roamed over Collin’s muscular back. Moans filled the air, consistent now, and growing in intensity. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched furrows into his back, as she rode the waves of pleasure rocking her body.

  A master at bringing her pleasure, he started to vary his pace. He slowed his thrusts, and covered her lips with his own. Their lovemaking turned slow, sensual, but no less intense, and I could tell she was getting close.

  Barely a second later, her entire body seized and trembled, as the explosive force of an orgasm ripped through her. Her hands found Collin’s biceps once more, and she gripped them tightly. Her eyes grew wide, and she bucked wildly underneath him. Finally, she gave a shout and thrust her head back into the pillow, her chest heaving. Sweat had plastered her hair to her forehead, and after several moments of recovery, she finally brushed it away.

  “I love your cock. I love the way it makes me cum!” She smiled at him and undulated her hips seductively. “C’mon baby. I’m not finished.”

  He slowly pulled out of her, before thrusting in again hard. Her eyes snapped closed, and she moaned and shuddered. Throwing restraint to the wind, he picked up the pace. The muscles on his back rippled beneath his dark skin, as he hammered my wife. His breathing grew hoarse, and he grunted now with each thrust. Sensing his pleasure, Nicole lifted her head, and brushed her lips and tongue across is neck.

  Finally, he gave one final groan, thrust hard inside her and held himself still. From my position, I sat captivated as his balls clenched and released. A torrent of cum filled her, I knew it and loved it.

  This moment, more than any other, cemented my position as a cuckold husband.

  For her part, Nicole pulled him down on top of her, and whispered in his ear. I caught snatches of her whispers.

  “…feel you jet inside me.”

  “needed you so badly….”

  They lay together for a few minutes kissing and whispering to each other. Her hands roamed over his back and ass. She loved his muscles, and I knew from experience, she enjoyed having his weight on her. She said it made her feel feminine.

  After several intimate moments, he rolled onto his back. His cum started to flow out of her and I grabbed the bath towel. She saw me approaching, lifted her hips, and I slid the towel underneath her. I tried to move quickly enough to avoid a wet spot on the bed.

  Nicole stopped me as I moved back. She grabbed my hand, smiled at me, and pulled me closer. “Baby, I could use your tongue right now.” Her best puppy dog eyes assaulted me, and stole the last remnants of my resolve. “My pussy is kind of sore, and I think it would be soothing if you licked it.”

  Rooted in place, I hesitated. Lust still gripped by body, and since I hadn’t orgasmed, it was difficult to exercise any control. I wanted nothing more than to dive between her legs.

  My eyes found Collin.

  How would he react to seeing me between her legs, especially after they’d just finished?

  Would his opinion of me change?

  A sudden sense of vulnerability covered me. If I gave into my lust, I’d be taking another step down the cuckold path. Yes, I’d willingly assumed the mantle of Cuckold Husband. If I did as my wife asked however, I’d be openly declaring my position as clean-up boy, and solidifying my role as the submissive in our relationship.

  It wasn’t a temporary position; I’d hold that role forever.

  Nicole squeezed my hand and I refocused on her face. “Please, baby.”

  My worry and hesitation melted under her smile. Whatever Collin felt didn’t matter, I wanted to please my wife. Throwing away my doubts, I moved forward and lowered my head towards her pussy. The scent of sex filled my nose again, and the scent of their mixed juices made me light-headed. A heady brew of Collin and Nicole, and a surge of lust crashed through me.

  I tentatively extended my tongue, and brushed her flesh. I waited a moment, and then extended my tongue again. Longer this time, I let my tongue delve into her folds. She tasted fantastic. The thought of her and Collins juices mixed drove me into a frenzy.

  My brain and body descended into a hot, bubbling pool of lust, and I surrendered to my primal desires. Rational thought evaporated, I acted solely on instinct, and allowed my wife to direct me. The light touch of her fingers became an iron command, and her soft moans sounded like a drill sergeant’s orders. I obeyed without question, and loved every second.

  “Ahhhh! That feels so good.”

  My efforts doubled, tripled, and her moans filled a place in my soul I hadn’t realized was empty. Nicole, Collin and I, each of us had a role, and our roles complimented each other. In that moment, the bitingly clear perfection of being a cuckold husband enveloped me.

  She pushed her pussy against my mouth, and I thrust my tongue even deeper. An animal groan escaped me, filled with the raw pleasure of submission. Nicole responded by talking dirty to me.

  “That’s it, baby. Clean my pussy. Collin likes a clean pussy, don’t you baby!”

  “Damn straight.”

  “Just like that, Cuck,” she gasped. “Shit, I’m going to cum again.”

  I felt her pussy clench and spasm against my tongue. She crushed my face against her pussy. Moans, loud and hot, filled the room, as her legs trembled. My gorgeous wife clenched her thighs until I worried she might to strangle me.

  Not a bad way to die.

  She finally released me, and I slid back. I lay at the end of the bed, breathing heavily, and soaking in the moment. A king bed, large and luxurious, we barely had enough room for all of us. Nicole exchanged a glance with Collin, and he gave her a slight nod along with a knowing smile.

  She picked up the hand towel, and draped it over my cock. She stroked me softly, gently through the towel. Desperate for attention, my cock reveled in her soft touch. Our eyes met.

  “My baby hasn’t had a chance to cum yet. Does this feel good, our little cuckold?”

  Unsure how to feel, I settled for a jerky nod. Her smile turned sultry, and she leaned forward and kissed my cheek. She picked up her pace, stroking me from top to bottom, and enjoying the pleasure that rippled across my face.

  “Do you want to come inside me?”

  Shocked at the offer, I nodded eagerly. A patient, understanding expression greeted my smile, and she lay back on the bed with her legs spread. No teenager ever moved as fast as me, I practically jumped on her, and jerked my cock towards her beautiful folds. Unwilling to risk her changing her mind, I pushed inside her.

  My wife had once felt tight around me, no longer, I slid inside her with barely any resistance. I didn’t care. Her hands moved lightly over my shoulders and caressed my back. Our eyes met, and she smiled up at me.

  “It’s okay, honey. Collin doesn’t mind, and I want to feel you inside me.” She kissed me, and then tweaked my nose. “Now put your dick in me.”

  My body froze, and humiliation flooded into every cell.

  “I am inside you, baby.”

  Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed, but she recovered and patted my shoulder. “Then fuck me!”

  Part of me wanted to summon some outrage, boatloads of righteous indignation, and storm out of the bedroom. That part of me got its a
ss kicked by my overriding lust. I started pounding away, and didn’t look back.

  My wife didn’t moan, or cry out, and she didn’t writhe under me like she had with Collin. Her hands ran over my shoulders, and lightly patted my back. Humiliating. I needed an orgasm so bad I didn’t care. I pumped into her for another thirty seconds, before my orgasm arrived. Relief rushed through my body, as I spurted inside her. She grabbed my ass and held me inside her.

  “That’s it, baby,” she whispered in my ear.

  In typical fashion, I started to shrink as soon as I finished. I slipped out and pushed back from her, sitting at the end of the bed. She offered me another smile, and then went to use the restroom, while I slipped on my boxer shorts.

  Collin had remained silent the entire time. I glanced over at him and he gave me an encouraging smile. Surprisingly, the atmosphere in the room wasn’t awkward. Nicole returned from the restroom wearing a thick robe and sat next to me. “I’m glad you finished inside me. I wanted you to do that tonight.” She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “I’m going to sleep in here with Collin. You’re obviously free to use the guest room.” I wasn’t being dismissed exactly, but the message was clear. “You could stay in here with us, but the bed isn’t big enough for three, and there isn’t anywhere else for you to sleep.”

  “I get it, honey.” I stood. “It’s okay.”

  She smiled up at me. “You’re welcome to watch us anytime. You don’t have to stand outside the door and peek in, okay?”

  I blushed and mumbled back to her. “Thanks.”

  “I’m serious, honey. Collin and I want you to feel comfortable. Come inside if you want to watch.”

  I squeezed her hand, nodded weakly, and then walked out of the room. I could feel their eyes on me as I left.

  Chapter Three

  The guest room hadn’t changed, and I flopped down on the bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress, I realized I’d left my clothes in the other room. I wasn’t going back to get them. I needed time to collect my thoughts and reflect. I had a lot to process, and of course, I felt differently now that I had orgasmed. The worry and the anxiousness returned with a vengeance. My mind raced, and my heart followed, but I didn’t arrive at any conclusions.