A Guide To Your First Cuckolding Experience: Hotel Date

Tonight is the night. You and your wife arrive at the hotel together, hand in hand. You've discussed this moment for a while now, but the reality of it all makes your heart race. The plan is simple: you’re going to share her with another man—the bull. He’s waiting in the hotel bar, the man she’s chosen, the man who’s about to take her in ways you never have.

You’re nervous but excited. Your mind races with questions: Will she enjoy him more than she enjoys you? What will happen when they’re alone together? There’s no turning back now. You’ve already agreed to this moment, but your heart still struggles to keep up with the reality.

When you enter the hotel bar, you spot him immediately. The bull is sitting at the bar, calm and confident, just like you imagined. Your wife smiles as she spots him, and without hesitation, she walks toward him, her hand slipping into yours briefly before she lets go.

You sit down next to them, the three of you together now. The tension is palpable. The bull looks at you with a look that’s both knowing and assertive. You can feel the difference in the air—this is no longer just your wife’s attention being shared with you. She’s now sharing something more with him, something you can’t control.

The three of you engage in small talk, sipping drinks and feeling the warmth of the evening settle in. Your wife is glowing, her body language relaxed, but there’s something different about the way she interacts with him. It’s like she’s holding a secret you don’t fully understand. Her smile is brighter, more playful, and she doesn’t hesitate to touch his arm when he makes her laugh. You catch yourself watching the way their dynamic shifts, how natural it seems between them.

As the conversation flows, you feel a shift. The bull’s hand moves closer to your wife, brushing against her thigh. You watch her reaction closely. She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she leans in slightly, as if inviting him to go further. Your heart beats harder, a mixture of arousal and jealousy taking hold of you.

He starts to touch her more openly now. His hand rests lightly on her knee, then slowly moves higher. Your wife looks at you, her eyes full of mischief. She’s enjoying this, and a small part of you enjoys seeing her this way—desired, confident, in control of the situation.

You feel a tightness in your chest as you realize that this is happening. The bull is touching her, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re both complicit, but the reality of it is harder than you imagined.

After a few more moments of the bull’s touches, your wife stands up. She turns to you, and without a word, she slips her wedding ring from her finger. The act is so deliberate, so symbolic. You know what this means. The ring is no longer a symbol of her commitment to you alone. She’s offering it to you to hold as she gives herself to the bull.

You take the ring from her, your hand trembling slightly as you hold it. There’s an odd feeling in your chest, a mix of arousal and something else—loss, maybe? You don’t know, but it’s there. This is it—the moment when you’ve passed the final piece of control over to her and the bull. You hand her over, quite literally, and now it’s time for the next step.

As the three of you continue to sit there, the bull leans in slightly, his voice low and direct. "Can I fuck her now?" His words hang in the air. You’ve known this was coming, but hearing him say it so plainly still sends a shock through you. You look at your wife, waiting for her to respond. There’s no hesitation. She looks at you, a small smirk on her face as she nods. "Yes," she says softly, "It’s time."

You feel a wave of emotions: arousal, jealousy, anxiety, and something deeper—an acceptance. This is what you’ve agreed to, but now that it's happening, you wonder if you’re truly prepared for it.

You get up from your seat, and the three of you make your way to the elevator. As you walk behind them, you feel a flood of conflicting emotions. You’re both physically and emotionally on the edge—jealousy and excitement pulsing through you with every step.

But then, the reality sets in: you don’t know which room they’re going to. You realize, suddenly, that you’ve been left in the dark about this part of the plan. The bull hasn’t given you any details. He hasn’t shared the room number. It's as if your place is to stand by and wait, completely powerless in the situation.

This realization hits you hard. What if you just... stop them? You could say something. You could pull your wife aside, tell her that you’ve changed your mind. The jealousy surges within you. Do you want to stop them? You wonder if you’ve made a mistake, if you can really watch your wife go upstairs with another man and give herself to him.

Your heart races faster. You feel yourself torn between the desire to stop this and the realization that, deep down, you’ve already given her to him. You agreed to this. This is part of it. But knowing that you have no idea where they’re going, that you have no control over what’s about to happen, only makes it harder. The uncertainty gnaws at you.

You feel utterly powerless, the mental torture heightening with every passing moment. The elevator ride feels too long, and when the doors finally open, you still don’t know where they’re headed. You’re left standing in the lobby, pacing anxiously, knowing exactly what’s going to happen behind that closed door, but left completely in the dark.

You can’t stop thinking about it. Every moment that passes without them returning increases your sense of jealousy and torment. Your mind is racing with images of them together. What’s happening behind that door? You try to imagine her reactions—her moans, her body responding to him in ways it never did with you.

The uncertainty gnaws at you. You don’t know if they’ve reached their room yet, and that makes everything worse. You wonder if she's enjoying it more than you could ever imagine. Is she thinking about you? Or is she lost in the pleasure of the bull’s touch, his body, his strength?

You pace the lobby, your thoughts spiraling. Have they already begun? You’re still standing there, waiting, not knowing what’s happening. That feeling of being left out is more intense than you ever imagined. It’s mental torture, and it burns deeper with every passing second.

Eventually, your wife returns to you. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining with a new kind of energy. You feel both proud and defeated, relieved and restless. She walks toward you, her steps confident, and as she looks at you, you see something different in her. She’s had what she wanted—she’s been taken by another man, and it has changed her.

"Thank you for letting me do that," she whispers in your ear, her voice soft, almost affectionate. But the words hit differently now. You wonder if there’s more to her desire than just you.

You’ve witnessed her giving herself to the bull, and now you’re left with the aftermath. You may feel a deep sense of loss, but beneath it all, you also know something else—this was part of the experience you agreed to. You’re not just her husband anymore. You’re her cuckold. And as strange as it feels, you can’t deny that a part of you likes it.