<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/70659079">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="41223388" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Luke woke to the feeling of his wife’s fingers moving over his chest and stomach.</p><p>“Good morning,” she whispered as he opened his eyes.</p><p>It took a few moments for Luke to realize she was naked, that the flesh pressing against his shoulder was his wife’s breast.</p><p>“Did you sleep well?” Celeste asked.</p><p>Luke nodded. He’d slept exceptionally well after a wild evening that included taking a hard, deep pegging from Marie and eating an anal creampie from his wife.</p><p>“Are you hungry?” she asked.</p><p>The question confused him. Had she ordered breakfast in bed? Was she asking him to breakfast instead of Michael, her bull?</p><p>Then, a naughty smile slowly crept across Celeste’s face, revealing that she had a different kind of breakfast in bed in mind.</p><p>“Yes,” Luke answered.</p><p>Celeste pulled the pillow out from under his head and Luke slid down the bed a little, giving her plenty of room to straddle his face.</p><p>“You’re such a good cuckold,” she said as her pussy hovered over his mouth. “Now, beg me for it.”</p><p>“Please, feed me Michael’s cum,” Luke said. His cock had already gotten stiff at the mere thought of getting to eat another of her bull’s loads. “Please, sit on my face and let me clean your pussy.”</p><p>Celeste smiled and sat down on Luke’s mouth. Her pussy lips spread and cum flowed onto his tongue.</p><p>“Mmmm, good boy. Clean him out of me,” Celeste said as she rested her hands against the wall and smiled.</p><p>The load was bigger than usual. Luke surmised that they must have had a long, slow lovemaking session after waking up, giving Michael time to build up a massive supply of cum before unleashing it inside her.</p><p>He imagined the bull’s cock moving in and out of his wife’s pussy as he licked her. He imagined seeing her open up for the bigger man. He imagined seeing Celeste’s legs wrapped around him as they kissed and fucked in the hotel bed.</p><p>Celeste lifted her pussy off of Luke’s mouth and looked down at him. “Do you love his cum?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I do,” Luke said. “I love it even more when you feed it to me.”</p><p>It never ceased to thrill him when Celeste sat astride his face and let her bull’s cum leak into Luke’s mouth. It felt like the perfect, filthy encapsulation of his role in their marriage and of what she’d made him into since they embraced cuckolding.</p><p>Celeste smiled gleefully as she sat down on his face once more. He pushed his tongue inside her in a desperate search for more semen. He wanted to clean everything out of her. He wanted to show his wife that he appreciated being given the chance to devour someone else’s seed out of her perfect, freshly-fucked cunt.</p><p>When Celeste moved her hips so her clit was over Luke’s tongue, he knew she was ready to cum. Michael had almost certainly given her an orgasm – perhaps more than one – when they fucked, but Celeste was always eager for more.</p><p>Luke appreciated being given the chance to get her off. He knew Michael was far superior to him when it came to sex, but his tongue was always ready to show Celeste a good time and offer her the stimulation she clearly craved.</p><p>“Make me cum, cuckold,” Celeste said in a breathy voice. “Eat my pussy and make me cum.”</p><p>She grabbed a handful of his hair and began to grind her cunt over his mouth. She rode him, much like she would ride her bull’s cock. Luke felt submissive and thoroughly aroused, and before long his wife was trembling on top of him and moaning with her eyes closed as an orgasm spread through her body.</p><p>“Thank you for letting me make you cum,” Luke said after Celeste climbed off his face and laid next to him.</p><p>“You’re welcome,” she replied.</p><p>It was such a small piece of interplay, but he loved it. He loved thanking her for the chance to make her cum. He loved that she treated it like it was a privilege she’d granted him.</p><p>“Michael and I are going to relax by the pool after breakfast. We’d like you to join us, just in case we need you to order us drinks or fetch more towels. Meet us there in an hour,” Celeste said.</p><p>“I’ll see you there,” Luke said.</p><p><br></p><p>When he arrived at the pool, Celeste and Michael were already settled on a couple’s lounge chair that offered space for two and allowed them to cuddle up, hold hands, and kiss with ease. Luke set his towel on a lounge chair that rested a few feet away from theirs.</p><p>“Can I get you anything?” he asked after laying out his towel.</p><p>“He really knows his place, doesn’t he?” Michael said.</p><p>“He does,” Celeste added before giving her bull a soft kiss on the lips.</p><p>Luke stood and watched as he tried his best not to get hard.</p><p>“I’d like a drink,” Michael said. “A piña colada.”</p><p>“I’ll have one too,” Celeste added as Michael’s hand moved gently over her exposed thigh.</p><p>Luke smiled at his wife and her bull and said, “I’ll be right back with those.”</p><p>He made his way to the poolside bar and placed an order for two piña coladas. He could have ordered one for himself, but he knew Celeste wanted him to be attentive as they relaxed poolside. She wanted to put him in his place, to make him feel like a cuckold and a servant.</p><p>“So, are you really married to her?” a female voice asked as Luke watched the bartender pour the ingredients into a blender.</p><p>He turned and saw a cute girl in a bikini. It took a moment, but he recognized her as the girl from the front desk on the day they’d checked in.</p><p>“Yeah,” Luke said as he followed the girl’s gaze to the lounge chair Michael and Celeste were sitting on.</p><p>“Because it looks like she’s his wife,” the girl added.</p><p>Despite his eager embrace of being a cuckold, Luke hadn’t gotten comfortable with publicly acknowledging it. Most people couldn’t begin to understand why he would find it appealing. He decided that instead of avoiding it or stammering because he couldn’t quite find the right way to describe it, he’d just embrace it. </p><p>“It’s more like he’s her very good friends with benefits, or maybe even her boyfriend,” Luke explained as he watched his wife lean over and share a particularly lusty kiss with Michael.</p><p>“So that dude fucks your wife and you’re totally okay with it?” the girl asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Luke admitted. It felt good to come right out and say it to someone. It felt so good that he could actually feel his cock stirring to life. He sat on a bar stool to hide the impending bulge.</p><p>“Did you pay for him to come on vacation with you?” she asked.</p><p>“I did,” Luke answered.</p><p>The girl giggled. “So you actually bought that dude a plane ticket and a hotel room so he could spend a week banging your wife in Hawaii?”</p><p>Luke found it equal parts delightful and dismaying that he was fully erect as he admitted his status as a cuckold to the cute, bikini-clad girl sitting next to him.</p><p>“That’s absolutely true,” he said.</p><p>“That’s fucked up, man,” she added.</p><p>Luke knew the girl thought he was a freak. He knew she saw him as pathetic. She’d almost certainly made the worst assumptions possible about him, and he couldn’t blame her. He was ordering drinks for his wife and her bull and watching them flirt and kiss at the pool. He’d paid thousands of dollars to bring Michael on their vacation. Most men would have filed for divorce long ago, but Luke had eagerly cleaned Michael’s cum from his wife’s pussy that morning.</p><p>“I suppose it is,” Luke said as the bartender placed the two drinks in front of him. “But my wife and I are happier than we’ve ever been, so I guess a fucked up marriage is what works for us.”</p><p>He picked up the drinks, nodded at the girl from the front desk, and walked off. He was still a little hard, but his bathing suit was loose enough in the crotch to hide his slightly engorged cock.</p><p>“Here you go,” Luke said as he handed the drinks to his wife and her bull.</p><p>“Thank you, cuckold,” Celeste said. She took a sip and smiled. “It’s delicious.”</p><p>Luke felt like a waiter and it thrilled him more than he expected.</p><p>“Honey, would you mind rubbing my feet?” Celeste asked as she wiggled her toes at him. “They feel really sore for some reason and it would make me so happy if you’d be a good boy and give me a massage.”</p><p>Luke moved to the end of their double lounge chair, sat down, and took his wife’s bare foot in his hands. He rested it on his thigh and gave the massage she’d requested. She smiled and leaned over to kiss Michael.</p><p>“That feels incredible,” Celeste said as Luke worked his fingers over her toes and down the sole of her foot.</p><p>“We really are in paradise,” Michael added. “There’s a beautiful pool and a gorgeous ocean view, and we have a personal butler to attend to all our needs. What could be better, especially since our butler is an accomplished oral artist, too?”</p><p>“He is, isn’t he?” Celeste marveled as she turned to her bull and smiled at him. “His talented tongue made me cum just an hour ago.”</p><p>Luke continued to massage his wife’s feet as he watched the two lovers stare into each other’s eyes. He liked the idea that they seemed to be bonding over his willingness to submit to their desires, whatever they might be.</p><p>“It’s too bad we’re not at a swingers resort,” Michael said.</p><p>Celeste giggled. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”</p><p>“Because, I could have the cuck suck me off right here at the pool,” the bull answered.</p><p>He reached between his legs and adjusted his cock, which was clearly in a semi-erect state.</p><p>“Mmmm,” Celeste said. She might have been putting on a bit of a show, but it certainly seemed like her voice was thick with lust. “That would be lovely. I could sip my drink and watch my dutiful cuckold husband suck my bull’s cock.”</p><p>Her hand found its way to Michael’s knee and she delicately moved her fingers up his leg before letting them brush over the slightly obvious bulge in his swimsuit.</p><p>“Would you cum in his mouth?” Celeste asked.</p><p>Luke looked around. It was still early and the pool area was sparsely populated, but he was nervous that they were bordering on the kind of interaction that would get them kicked out of the hotel. Thankfully, no one seemed to be intently staring at them, though he did see a few people glance over with slightly perplexed looks. He couldn’t blame them. It probably looked rather odd to see him massaging Celeste’s feet while she engaged in romantic touching and obvious flirting with another man.</p><p>“Is that what you’d want me to do?” Michael said to Celeste. “Would you want me to cum in your cuckold’s mouth while you enjoyed a frozen cocktail?”</p><p>Again Celeste let a lusty moan escape her lips. “That would be divine,” she said. “And I suppose I’d be free to masturbate if we were at a swingers resort. I could play with my tight little pussy while my cuckold sucked your cock and swallowed your cum, and then I could put him to work between my legs to finish the job.”</p><p>Celeste moaned, Michael smiled, and Luke continued to massage his wife’s feet. He shifted to make sure the erection that had sprung up in his pants didn’t show. He couldn’t help but imagine what they were describing, and as the images filled his head the arousal followed. It was intoxicating.</p><p>“I guess we know where our next vacation is going to be,” Michael said before laughing.</p><p>They continued to kiss and touch as Luke massaged his wife’s feet. Occasionally he’d look around the pool and see someone staring or pointing at him. Thankfully, no one came by to suggest they leave. Instead, Luke got to feel the humiliation of willingly being cuckolded, of massaging his wife’s feet while she gave all her attention to another man.</p><p>Eventually, Celeste pulled her feet away and leaned forward. Luke stared at her cleavage in the skimpy bikini she’d worn before looking into his wife’s pretty eyes as she said, “You know, all that talk of you sucking Michael’s cock has me hot and bothered and I just can’t get the idea of it out of my head, so why don’t we go back to our room so you can be a good cuckold for me.”</p><p>It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order, albeit delivered in a sweet and soft tone, and Luke was happy to comply with it. As Michael and Celeste left the pool area hand-in-hand, he picked up the things they’d brought and followed behind them, once again acting like their servant.</p><p>He pushed the elevator button for them, selected the floor, and let them into the room. When they both stood at the end of the bed, he correctly interpreted that they wanted Luke to remove their clothes, which he happily did.</p><p>Michael and Celeste then took their place in the bed and Luke dutifully crawled between the bull’s legs and got to work.</p><p>“Good boy,” Celeste said as her fingers trailed down her stomach and between her legs. “You’re a very good boy.”</p><p>Michael’s cock was already erect. There was no question he’d been turned on by the verbal play and casual touching at the pool, as it didn’t take Luke very long to suck him to a thick, throbbing erection.</p><p>“He really has found his place as a cuckold cocksucker,” Michael said.</p><p>“He certainly has,” Celeste said. </p><p>A moan followed and Luke felt an undeniable thrill. Prior to Michael’s introduction to their life he’d never considered giving a blowjob. Now he found it arousing. It wasn’t so much the act of sucking cock that gave him an erection, though. It was doing it for his wife. It was submitting to her desire and to her bull. It made him feel so much like a cuckold.</p><p>For a few minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of wet cocksucking, Michael’s satisfied moans, and Celeste’s lusty masturbation. Her pussy was soaking wet as her fingers moved over her clit and occasionally pushed inside. Luke wanted to join them in experiencing pleasure, but he knew that he needed permission to masturbate.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Michael said. “I’m gonna flood the cuck’s mouth with my load.”</p><p>“Get ready, honey,” Celeste said in a voice that sounded sweet while being on the edge of laughter. She clearly found a certain kind of joy in her husband’s burgeoning desire to suck cock and swallow cum.</p><p>The head of Michael’s cock expanded in Luke’s mouth and a thick rope of cum shot onto his tongue. He sealed his lips tight around the erection and took every drop of the load as the bull filled the hotel room with his loud groans of deep satisfaction.</p><p>“Show me his load,” Celeste demanded.</p><p>Luke looked up at her, opened his mouth, and showed his wife the cum that had collected on his tongue.</p><p>“A good cocksucker always swallows,” she said sweetly. “Go ahead, enjoy your reward.”</p><p>Luke closed his mouth and swallowed. The cum moved to the back of his mouth and down his throat. The aftertaste was strong. His cock throbbed. The bliss of sucking off his wife’s bull felt like a pure shot of cuckolding delight.</p><p>“Now finish me,” Celeste said.</p><p>Luke crawled between his wife’s legs and pressed his lips against her perfect pussy. He licked feverishly, embracing his place as a cuckold that eagerly services his wife and her bull.</p><p>In less than a minute he’d provided Celeste with her second orally-driven orgasm of the day. She held his head in place and cried out in pleasure as another beautiful climax ripped through her body.</p><p>“You can leave now,” Celeste said after she’d come down from her orgasm. “I’ll let you know if we require your services later in the day.”</p><p>Being dismissed was humiliating, but Luke found pleasure in it. It made it perfectly clear that they really were using him. His mouth had been responsible for their pleasure, and the moment they’d both experienced the orgasms they wanted, he was sent away.</p><p>“No cumming, cuckold,” Celeste called out as Luke let himself out of the room.</p><p>It didn’t have to be said, but he liked that Celeste wanted to make sure he knew not to play with his cock until she gave explicit permission.</p><p>Luke opened the sliding glass door in his room and stepped out onto the deck. He settled into a chair, looked out at the ocean, and smiled. He was blissfully happy. Being a cuckold was everything he wanted. He had a load of someone else’s cum in his stomach. He could still taste the semen on his tongue. He could taste his wife’s wet pussy. He could still hear their moans of pleasure. It was a perfect afternoon.</p>