Cuckolding in the Context of Hospitality
In this narrative, certain subjects revolve around mutual consent in cuckolding scenarios, impregnating sex, and interracial unions. If these elements may negatively influence your personal satisfaction, please redirect your attention to a different text.
All characters are of legal age.
He boarded the bus at Baker Street. Instruction:
"Do you take the line towards North Finchley?" He inquired in an unidentifiable accent.
"Most certainly! I'm the one for that trip!" I chuckled as he fumbled with his Oyster card. I waited patiently as the bus progressed, maintaining the schedule. Our journey neared West End Lane when he finally located it and passed it through, showing appreciation for my patience.
"Planning to pay a visit?" I inquired prior to his search for a seat.
"No. I'm simply wandering around. I've just finished my postgraduate studies and am taking a pause."
"And you're arriving in Finchley?"
"Yes. I have secured an Airbnb residence."
While we continued chatting amid the journey, Dwayne shared views of his intentions. His approaches were rooted in high-brow attractions. Mentions of museums, playhouses, and art galleries dominated the rundown of his thoughts.
As Regent Park Road adjusted into Ballards Lane, sirens could be heard. By the time we passed Waitrose, the smoldering glow of fire was visible. The glow emitted an oddly attractive quality from the smoke.
Dwayne was the final passenger on the bus as I arrived at the terminus. I prepared to transfer the shift to the next driver.
"Conclude of our line, Dwayne. Your Airbnb is situated close by?"
He revealed its location and I found out that it was adjacent to the raging fire we had just encountered. The newly appointed driver arrived, and I enquired about the specific location of the fire.
"Hamish, do you categorically know where that pyromania is?"
He did. It didn't reside adjacent to the Airbnb. It was the Airbnb itself.
Dwayne's expression sagged. The time was post-11, dark, and frigid. He was in a city with very few outlets for assistance and in a foreign suburb at that.
My inclination to protect and nurture emerged. In addition, Dwayne had features of tallness, handsomeness, and youth. This individual required lodging.
"Consider this, Dwayne. Conceptualize me as taking a risk on you. If you see fit, accompany me. My husband and I will treat you to a warm meal. We'll discover a section of our abode appropriate for your slumbering. You can address the Airbnb matter in the morning."
"Seriously?" He expressed, with unmistakeable optimism.
"Exact. It may not match the posh surroundings of your Airbnb, for I'm just a driver. However, it's a mere 15-minute stroll away and I know Tamar had cooked earlier. Additionally, we often prepare far too much food and excess remains, so there'll be a plate for you."
I was aware that Avi would be pleased to meet Dwayne. He'd anticipate that his birthday had arrived early, and Dwayne exhibited an open-minded nature towards cuckolding him.
"Set your luggage there by the entryway." I directed Dwayne when we arrived home.
I then bid:
"Avi, our visitor has arrived!"
Then, Avi graced us with his presence within the kitchen.
"This is Dwayne. His lodging has perished in a fire near the bus stop. I informed him that we'd furnish him with sustenance and install him for the night."
Avi responded with a grin.
"Certainly! Delighted to be helpful, Dwayne. Allow us to fill your hunger and establish a future course of action."
We polished off the spaghetti with tomato sauce. It didn't dazzle awards, but it was warm and satisfying. The warmth was essential on a chilly evening. Following the meal, Dwayne shared accounts of his trekking from the British Virgin Islands to London.
Avi devised a strategy to methodically cause events to act in favor of our shared interests.
"Dwayne, you've endured a demanding journey. You're entitled to a bedsuitable size for your form. Instead of Tamar and I cohabiting, you'll share the bed with her. I'll reside upon this couch. My height limits me to this commodity, and your sleeping posture would be criminal here."
"But..."
Avi brusquely cut in.
"This debate has grown weary. Tamar and I have reached an agreement. You'll wander to the bed, share it with Tamar, and I'll reside on the couch. The conversation is concluded."
Avi was correct. Our glance issued when I introduced Dwayne. Avi realized he was precisely what I craved. I could sense my nipples turn rigid while supper concluded. I could feel my underwear becoming moist as we chatted and drank.
"Look, it's late. Dwayne, why don't you use the shower while Avi and I tidy up? I'll sign up with you later."
Dwayne could see I desired to converse with Avi in private. And he comprehended it was considerate to bathe before sharing a bed.
Dwayne grabbed a bag and ventured to the bathroom. The shower started while I turned towards Avi, speaking as softly as I could.
"Thank you for expressing yourself."
"It's my pleasure. I hope you take advantage of having a youthful, athletic male between you two."
"Ah, he's likely exhausted. I can't foresee him craving to fuck me."
"Certainly, he craves to fuck you. And you crave him, do you not?"
"Of course I crave him. You want me to fuck him. However, I wouldn't place a wager that he's yearning to fuck me. I believe he's concerned about upsetting you or me because we're married."
"Would you possibly articulate this to him? Inform him that we both cherish your presence as a cuckold. Inform him I'd be overjoyed to listen as he penetrates you."
"Talking of which," I murmured and gestured to the calendar. "I'm in the middle of my cycle presently. In reality, it's my most horny period. It's the perfect juncture."
Avi kissed me.
"That's impeccable!" He whispered vehemently in my ear. "Simply what we've longed for."
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"Thank you for tolerating our hospitality, Dwayne." I informed him as we rested beside each other in bed.
"I owe you thanks. You might have left me strolling towards a blazing edifice."
"I might have. Yet, an ulterior aim also moved me. Indeed, I didn't wish your first period in our city to be blue. Still, I must also disclose that Avi relishes it when I share enjoyable moments with other lads."
"You imply moments with sexual intimacy?"
"Exactly. Avi is a forbearing man. What he said concerning your back is most likely accurate. But he also intended to afford me independence with you."
"Alright." He heard uncertainty in his tone. I stretched my palm out and felt his hipbone. Next, I shifted my hand and sensed something becoming more firm.
"Dwayne, I covet you a great deal. But you can deny me. I don't want to overpower you."
"You don't have to force me."
"I don't wish to coerce you. I've been apart from anyone but Avi for over a year. Therefore, I've utilized condoms with them and tested clean following. So, how do you view going commando?"
"You mean without a condom?"
"Merely my skin in your very, very damp quim. Exactly."
"Is it absolutely proper?"
"It's not a peril, Dwayne."
"It's not?"
"A peril insinuates a negative. You don't mention the risk of a delectable repast, do you? Risk is the wrong term."
"So, what's the right term?"
"No misnomer is ideal. There is an alternative."
"You intend?"
"There is an opportunity. An opportunity presents itself."
"What's this?"
"You possess the opportunity to spray within me. Possibly it might work. Both Avi and I would be cheered if it pulls through."
"Really?"
"In point of fact." And I urged him onto me, widening my legs. "Now, Dwayne, because of your size being considerably larger than Avi, you must go more slowly. However, don't hesitate or remove yourself."
Dwayne was kind as he fulfilled me. I craved him for a long while. It's accurate that I was soaked, yet Dwayne was larger than Avi. Fortunately, he complied. He pulled out and reinserted himself several times. Ultimately, only the depth he could penetrate remained.
"Time for some motion, Dwayne."
Dwayne started thrusting and pulling back at a slow pace. He was good at maintaining consistency. He even used his fingers to help out. I experienced two small orgasms within the first 10 minutes. Dwayne then increased the pace and hit harder while keeping a steady rhythm. I began moaning with delight and it was becoming difficult for me to follow what was happening.
I realized that Dwayne was attractive and quite masculine. I wanted his semen to enter my fertile womb. I wrapped my legs around his long ones. I did not do this to limit him, but to show that withdrawing would be impolite. I desired his sperm inside me.
"Tamar, are you certain?" He grunted at me.
I couldn't speak coherently. I just held him tightly.
I recall feeling Dwayne pulsing within me. However, this coincided with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I was unable to determine how long this lasted. All I know is that it was a period of intense pleasure. I felt Dwayne's enormous cock inside me, and it was fantastic.
"Are you okay?" He inquired. His voice sounded somewhat concerned.
"I've never felt better in my entire life, Dwayne. Why?"
"I've never heard noises like that before. I was worried that you were suffering."
"The opposite of suffering, Dwayne. That was heavenly. You are exceptional. The sole question is when you will do it again."
"Can I withdraw now, Tamar?"
"Do you have to?"
"No, I don't have to. I merely don't want to overstay my welcome."
"You're more than welcome, Dwayne. Very welcome. I adore feeling you inside me. Feeling you expanding me."
"Blocking?"
"Dwayne, you being inside me means your sperm can only flow in one direction. The right direction."
"You want a child, Tamar?"
"I want a child, Dwayne. I hope you give it to me."
Dwayne appeared taken aback. However, he remained inside me for a short time before pulling out and lying on his back.
Later, as we ate breakfast in the kitchen, Avi was grinning. Dwayne seemed relieved to see Avi's smile and grabbed a cup from him.
Dwayne had never eaten Weetabix before. Perhaps it is not popular in the British Virgin Islands. He had two of them, toast, and plenty of tea.
Since I didn't begin my shift until the afternoon, I had planned to spend the morning with Dwayne and me.
"Dwayne, now we should contact your Airbnb host this morning to see what your options are," I said. "Sometimes they manage multiple properties. There's a chance another is vacant, and you could move there. Or you could simply ask for a refund and remain here. You're more than welcome. Very welcome indeed."
"You're allowing me to stay for three weeks?"
"No, Dwayne. You could stay for three months if you wish. I wouldn't kick you out, would I?"
"You wouldn't?"
"Not after what you did for me last night. No, you are always welcome. On the condition that you sleep by my side."
The host was happy to refund Dwayne. I believe it would have been more expensive to organize alternative accommodation.
After that, I pulled him back to bed.
Dwayne felt more at ease this time. He felt more certain. He knew that he had a place to stay, that Avi was comfortable with him sharing my bed, and that I was eager to have his person inside me.
It was simpler to get him inside me the second time around. I requested that Dwayne not be as gentle as the previous night. Instead, I desired a morning quickie rather than a lengthy, romantic encounter in the evening.
I responded to Dwayne's rhythm. I had an orgasm a minute or so before he did. My clenching may have increased his speed, but he appeared quite content. I felt Dwayne's warm semen inside me and my orgasm intensified. I groaned with satisfaction.
Yet, I didn't permit Dwayne to remove himself right away. I wanted to be filled with his large cock and have his sperm nearer to where it was needed.
However, we eventually had to get up, shower, and change clothes. Dwayne found the cold and rain uncomfortable.
Dwayne was particularly hungry because of the chill. He almost inhaled his triple-fried egg, chili, and chutney sandwich.
"This is incredible!" Dwayne said, astonished by the sandwich. "I should speak with Avi about these sandwiches. He adores them, too, although more for the television show that invented them, I suppose."
"Talk to Avi? You believe he is not angry?" I inquired.
"No, is he?"
"No, he's very happy for you to share my bed," I replied.
Avi is thrilled and looking forward to hearing us have sex again tonight.
He enjoys when I cuckold him. It's true; he's genuinely excited for you. You don't have to worry, but there is a question I have to ask you. If you arrived at Heathrow, how did you end up on Baker Street?
Dwayne's expression fell again.
"I got lost. London is so vast and I'm not used to it. I believe I switched at the wrong station, which resulted in me being on the Bakerloo Line instead of the Northern Line. An elderly woman told me I could get off at Baker Street and catch the 13 bus to go to North Finchley."
"So it was divine intervention." I said.
"Divine intervention?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure I believe in divine intervention. But it was luck. You ended up on my bus by accident. Your Airbnb burnt down. That was very probably an accident instead of arson. And we discovered it before you left the bus station, allowing me to offer you a place to stay for the night."
"So it was."
We talked about where Dwayne could obtain a sweater and some wool socks. Then I had to go prepare for my job.
We established a routine over the next few days. Dwayne and I would have sex before breakfast and sex after my night shift ended. Entering me became easier but it was still an incredibly pleasurable force. Avi and I would need to alter our play when he left.
Every night I promised him that he did not have to use a condom. I told him that Avi and I wanted him to make me pregnant.
So, twice a day, he filled me with significant quantities of sperm. It was marvellously tiring.
Avi and I had fucked twice a day when we were younger but we were 31 and 32 now. Dwayne displayed an endurance that I had lost. And I relied on him to take the lead. I suppose that's one of the benefits women have. We can inject a little less energy into sex and still be filled with cum.
Avi was surpassing himself in housework duties to show his happiness at being cuckolded. Sheets were changed every two days. The cooking became more flavourful and the presentation got fancier. He even picked out better bottles of wine at Lidl.
Neither Avi or I were astonished that my period didn't show up on time. It could've been late. It can happen.
So Dwayne and I continued to have sex like teenagers. But it didn't arrive late, either.
Eventually, we said goodbye to Dwayne. He had to return to the British Virgin Islands.
Avi accompanied him to Arnos Grove station. This time he could go directly to Heathrow without having to change trains. No chance of getting lost on his way back home.
While Avi was spending a few minutes alone with Dwayne, I went to Boots and got two different pregnancy tests. I waited until Avi returned home. I peed on the strips, and both showed that I was pregnant.
"Whew!" Avi stated. "All that effort didn't go to waste."
"Sure, it was effort. But it was also a lot of fun, too. Even without the positive result, it would have been worth it. I know you enjoyed listening to us. Didn't you?"
"I did. This was the best experience ever, Tam. Hearing you come on his cock was the most exquisitely sensual thing there is."
We've maintained touch with Dwayne. He found himself a job at a good company on a management training scheme. He settled in and eventually found a local girlfriend. That was a significant relief because shortly after, I went to the clinic for an ultrasound.
We both called Dwayne to tell him the news. He was happy for us.
Our friends weren't shocked when I delivered a beautiful mixed-race baby girl, Efrat. They already knew that Avi likes when I cuckold him. The women asked me for details when we met up alone. I'm not saying that any of them will follow suit. But I've had a couple of conversations with two who sought more information on the how and not just the what.
Our parents were taken aback but luckily not distraught. I suspect that my dad envies Avi. I know that my mum envies me. If she'd had the opportunity, I presume I might have had a different father.
Efrat is now two and we both want another child. It's a challenge to be a mother and a bus driver, so I have a different job now, working for Thames Water in their Complaints Department – and there's a lot to complain about.
Avi and I remain vigilant – we need to find someone to be the father of our next child.
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