<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="41481378" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Luke had been forbidden from being anything other than a voyeur as Celeste and Michael walked along the beach just south of the resort.</p><p>“You can watch, but we don’t want to notice you,” Celeste had instructed earlier that day.</p><p>It was their final day of vacation. Early the next morning they’d be up and on their way to the airport and Luke’s wife and her bull wanted to enjoy a bit of time together before they had to go back to real life.</p><p>They were kind enough to give Luke a little of what he wanted, though. That’s why he was alone, walking far enough behind them that they looked like two strangers holding hands and occasionally stopping to kiss as the waves crashed behind them.</p><p>Michael and Celeste were headed to a far more private part of the beach, almost certainly because they intended on having some very romantic fun once they were away from the potentially prying eyes of other resort guests.</p><p>Luke had been given the option to stay at the hotel, but he wanted to see his wife and her bull have sex on the beach, even if he couldn’t stay close to the action.</p><p>Eventually they made their way through a brief patch of jungle and onto a beach that was as empty as had been advertised. There were a few private homes far away on the other end of the sand, but Celeste and Michael had a strip of sandy oceanfront space all to themselves. Luke was more or less in the jungle, though it was close enough to the water for a nice breeze to be blowing.</p><p>He watched Michael lay out a large towel before they sat on it. They cuddled up together and looked out at the ocean for a few minutes, though it didn’t take long before they started kissing. Luke’s wife never could keep her hands off her bull for very long when she was alone with him.</p><p>It was different watching from afar. Celeste didn’t have to devote any of her energy to teasing, taunting, or humiliating Luke. Instead, all of her focus was on Michael and the intense pleasure of being with him, or so it seemed to Luke as he watched from afar.</p><p>The kissing seemed romantic and Luke found it thrilling to see Michael’s hands move all over his wife’s body. To see the way Celeste responded as the other man played with her breasts in her skimpy bikini top was wildly arousing, though it was even better when Michael’s hand disappeared into her bikini bottoms and his fingers began to play with her pussy.</p><p>Luke was too far away to hear anything, but he imagined his wife’s sensual moans at the thrill of being touched by the man that always made her cum so hard. He imagined hearing the juiciness of her pussy as Michael’s fingers moved in and out of her. He imagined her lustily declaring her desire for his cock.</p><p>As Michael played with her, Celeste pulled on the strings of his swimsuit and pushed her hand inside it. She had no trouble finding his long, thick, fully erect cock and pulling it out. Her hand moved up and down the shaft as they kissed.</p><p>Luke reached down and rubbed his dick through his swimsuit as he watched his wife climb on top of her bull and take him inside her. She leaned down and kissed Michael while slowly, sensually grinding on him.</p><p>It struck Luke that his wife was making love to her bull on the beach. He wasn’t witnessing the usual eager, aggressive fuck. Instead, it was slow and beautiful, like they were trying to commit every second of it to memory so they could always recall the beautiful Hawaiian vacation they’d taken together.</p><p>After a beautiful cowgirl fuck on the towel, Michael deftly lifted Celeste and they switched to missionary without his cock ever slipping out of her. Luke watched his wife wrap her legs tightly around another man and the lovemaking continued. There was beautiful kissing, lots of touching, and the kinds of deep thrusts that always thrilled Celeste.</p><p>It was while on her back that Luke’s wife had an orgasm. He could see it on her face. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted backwards, and her mouth was open. She was moaning as the pure bliss of a climax spread through her.</p><p>After a short break, the missionary sex began once more. Now Michael was fucking her a little harder and faster. He was working up to his orgasm, to flooding Celeste’s pussy with his cum.</p><p>She ran her hands through his hair and over his back. They kissed sensually. Luke imagined his wife encouraging the other man to cum inside her. He imagined his wife telling Michael how badly she wanted his seed deep in her pussy.</p><p>It wasn’t long before it happened. Celeste wrapped her legs tight around him, Michael buried his cock inside her, and then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth to moan. Luke continued to play with his cock as he watched someone else cum inside his wife. He felt like a voyeur in the best way possible. He wanted to cum, but he knew better. Celeste would be annoyed if he released his load without permission.</p><p>A few minutes later they disentangled and Celeste stood up. She untied her bikini top and pulled off her bottoms, leaving her naked on the beach. Luke thought she was going to take a quick dip to clean up. Instead, she started walking towards him.</p><p>Luke never looked away from his wife as she crossed the expanse of sand between them. As she approached, he could see some of Michael’s cum had run out of her pussy and was dripping down her legs.</p><p>Celeste didn’t stop until she was standing over Luke. She took a wide stance and looked down at him. “Clean his mess,” she said.</p><p>Luke said nothing. He knew that the proper response was to do as he was told. He licked the sticky cum from her thighs first and then made his way between her legs. He pushed his tongue into her pussy from underneath and was rewarded with more of Michael’s hot cum. He took it into his mouth and swallowed. He ate the other man’s load like a good cuckold, which is exactly what he wanted to be for his wife.</p><p>When he was finished, Celeste joined Luke on his knees. She moved closer, until her lips were inches from his.</p><p>“Does his cum taste good?” she asked. “Do you like tasting my bull?”</p><p>“Yes,” Luke answered. “I love it.”</p><p>Celeste untied Luke’s swimsuit just like she’d untied Michael’s. She reached in and pulled out his cock and began to stroke him.</p><p>“I love that you’re such a good cuckold for me, Luke,” Celeste said as her soft, skilled fingers moved up and down his shaft. “I love that you’re such an eager cocksucker and cum slut for me and Michael. I love that you’re such a good boy.”</p><p>Luke could feel the warmth of her breath as she delivered the cuckold-flavored sweet nothings. He felt deeply connected with his wife in the most thrilling way.</p><p>The sound of Celeste’s hand moving swiftly up and down Luke’s precum-soaked cock blended with the crashing waves and his moans to form a beautiful symphony that enveloped him.</p><p>Celeste’s lips pressed against his and her tongue darted into his mouth. They shared a cum-flavored kiss as she stroked him faster and with a tighter, more pleasurable grip.</p><p>“Cum for me,” Celeste whispered. “Cum in my hand.”</p><p>She kissed him again. Luke found her eagerness to share the taste of her bull’s cum intoxicating and moments later he moaned and unleashed his load. Celeste held out her hand and caught most of it as Luke nearly doubled over in pleasure.</p><p>“Eat it,” Celeste said as she lifted her hand moments after Luke had released his last shot of cum.</p><p>He looked at his wife and at the pool of thick, creamy cum in his hand. He opened his mouth and Celeste gently poured the cum onto his tongue.</p><p>“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now swallow.”</p><p>Luke swallowed his own load. It slid down his throat, joining Michael’s in his stomach.</p><p>“We’re going to spend a little more time on the beach. I want you to go back to the hotel. Okay?”</p><p>Luke nodded. “Will I see you later?”</p><p>“If it’s what I want,” she said.</p><p>Luke expected nothing less, and despite having just climaxed he found it arousing.</p><p><br></p><p>It wasn’t until sunset that Luke saw his wife again. She and Michael had spent nearly six hours alone and he’d felt a powerful kind of yearning as he wondered what they were doing together. It wasn’t often that he felt genuinely jealous as a cuckold, but given the romantic nature of the sex Celeste had enjoyed with Michael earlier that afternoon, Luke couldn’t help but feel like she was bonding with another man.</p><p>He received a text shortly before the sky began to turn pink: “Meet us at the pavilion.”</p><p>Celeste was referring to the wedding pavilion; a small, lovely structure built just a stone’s throw from the ocean. It was a perfect spot to get married, as evidenced by the near-daily weddings the hotel hosted.</p><p>When he stepped out of the hotel’s back entrance, Luke saw Celeste and her bull dancing in the pavilion. She was wearing a short, simple white sundress with a pink flower in her hair. She looked utterly perfect and again that sense of jealousy returned.</p><p>As he moved closer, Celeste and Michael shared a romantic kiss as their slow dance continued. Luke heard music playing from someone’s phone. If he’d been a passerby, he would have been convinced that they were a happy couple celebrating their honeymoon or preparing to get married.</p><p>“You’re such a lovely couple,” a young woman said as she walked by with her boyfriend, echoing Luke’s thoughts. “Are you getting married here?”</p><p>“Maybe someday,” Celeste said. “For now we’re just enjoying the opportunity to dance in a perfect spot.”</p><p>“Have a nice night,” the woman said as she took her boyfriend’s hand and walked away.</p><p>Luke could barely bring himself to approach. He wasn’t sure if Celeste was just being polite and making conversation, having a little fun, or genuinely entertaining the idea of something more with Michael. He felt overwhelmingly jealous though.</p><p>As he stood and watched, Celeste leaned into Michael and they continued to dance. For a moment, the idea that she’d fallen completely in love with her bull filled Luke’s head and he nearly screamed.</p><p>Instead, he walked closer and his wife turned and smiled. “Luke, honey. Oh my gosh, you look so worried.” A delighted laugh escaped her lips as she turned to Michael. He had a smile on his face too.</p><p>“Did you hear what I said and get worried?” she asked.</p><p>Luke nodded. He felt silly, but he couldn’t help it.</p><p>“Would you give us a minute, Michael?” Celeste said.</p><p>The bull nodded and walked away, taking a seat on a bench the resort had placed just a few yards from the ocean.</p><p>Celeste approached and pulled Luke close. Soon, they were dancing to the music. She pressed her body close to his and let her fingers move through his hair before they entwined behind his neck.</p><p>Celeste kissed him softly. Her lips were warm and perfect. For just a moment her tongue darted into his mouth, adding a hint of naughtiness to what was otherwise a soothing gesture.</p><p>“I love you, Luke,” she said.</p><p>“I love you too,” he replied. His heart rate finally started to come down.</p><p>“I’m not going to leave you for Michael. He’s wonderful and he obviously provides me with pleasures I never imagined possible, but he’s a bull. He’s not a husband. You don’t have to worry,” she assured him.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” Luke said. “There was just something about the way you had sex this morning and the way you were dancing with him in the wedding chapel.”</p><p>Celeste had a huge smile on her face as she added, “And then you heard me say Michael and I might get married some day.”</p><p>“Yeah, and I kind of freaked out.”</p><p>Celeste laughed as she pulled Luke in for another kiss. “You’re adorable,” she said. “Truly adorable.”</p><p>They danced more and it felt good to hold his wife, even if it was just for a few minutes.</p><p>“You’re a cuckold, Luke. There’s no question about that. You don’t do the things you do because I force you. You do them because they bring you pleasure, just like giving my body to Michael gives me pleasure. There’s no reason for either of us to fight it. You’re a cuckold. I’m a hotwife. Michael is a bull. We have a perfect relationship. It won’t last forever, but when it goes south I’ll simply find another bull. You and I are always going to be together.”</p><p>Despite wishing it weren’t the case, Luke had an erection. It was his wife’s simple stating of the obvious realities of their life that brought it on. She was right, of course. He didn’t suck Michael’s cock because she forced him. He did it because some part of him liked it. He liked the submissiveness. He liked the humiliation. He liked making his wife happy.</p><p>More than anything, he liked what they had. He liked being of service to his wife and her bull. He liked that he rarely got to fuck her anymore. He liked that someone else did it far better than him. He liked being able to clean up afterwards.</p><p>“Thank you,” Luke said. “I guess I let myself forget all of that. I just let it get away from me. It was the romantic stuff that panicked me, obviously.”</p><p>Celeste pulled Luke closer. She was being subtle about it, but she was absolutely trying to arouse him by rubbing her crotch against his erection.</p><p>“Michael and I don’t do romance all that often, but it happens sometimes. Usually you’re not there to see it. We were romantic most of the day today, for instance.”</p><p>Celeste kissed her husband and pressed her body tightly against his. His cock throbbed.</p><p>“His cum is leaking out of me right now, in fact,” she whispered.</p><p>Luke groaned.</p><p>“We made love on the beach again. It was beautiful, Luke. I came three times and then he climaxed inside me. We kissed as his cock went soft in my pussy. I can still feel the last of it leaking out of me. None of that means I’m going to leave you, though. It just means that I’m going to enjoy my freedom to the fullest. You’re a cuckold. I’m a hotwife. I can do as I please and I intend to.”</p><p>Luke smiled. “I love you, Celeste. I’m sorry for freaking out.”</p><p>“You don’t need to apologize, sweetheart. I love you too.” Celeste stepped back and looked at the tent in Luke’s pants.</p><p>“Michael and I are going to go to dinner and then we’re going to make love again. You won’t see us again until tomorrow morning when you come to take our bags down to the lobby. This night is for us. Okay?”</p><p>Luke nodded. “Of course,” he said.</p><p>His sense of panic had dissipated. He felt whole again. He felt secure that his wife loved him, that she loved that he’d embraced being her cuckold.</p><p>Celeste kissed him again. It was a long, stunningly sexy kiss that left him with a renewed, excited erection.</p><p>“You may cum tonight,” she said. “As many times as you’d like. We have to go back to real life tomorrow, after all. There won’t be nearly as much cuckolding.”</p><p>“I love you,” Luke said.</p><p>Celeste smiled and turned to walk to Michael. Before departing the pavilion she turned and said, “I love you too, cuckold.”</p><p>The end.</p>