The Concierge Comes to Their Room

A gentle knock on the door lured Colin from the edge of sleep and he let out a frustrated groan. He'd put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door to their room so he couldn't imagine why anyone would be knocking.

Another knock and another frustrated groan emanated from Colin as he got out of bed. Cynthia wasn't due back from the spa for another two hours and he'd planned on a quick nap and then a swim in the ocean, but first he'd have to deal with whoever was at the door.

Colin opened the door with greater force than was necessary and was ready to be rude when he saw a remarkably beautiful woman standing in the hallway. He recognized her as the hotel's concierge, though he felt only the purest confusion as he tried to puzzle out why she'd visited their room.

"Mr. Wilson?" she asked.

He nodded and glanced at her nametag. "Yes, Kara, what can I do for you?"

She looked down at her hands and shuffled her feet as Colin felt a touch of annoyance rise up in him. She'd interrupted his nap and now she was dithering instead of getting down to whatever business has brought her to his door.

"I need to apologize," she said.

Colin couldn't think of a single thing anyone at the hotel need to apologize for, which meant that Kara had piqued his curiosity, though he reasoned that it was likely a mix-up of some sort. "For what?"

She looked up with a touch of surprise on her face. "Uh, well...well, the hotel has a strict policy against employees fraternizing with the guests."

"What are you talking about?"

Kara met his gaze and then looked down at her hands as she once again shuffled her feet. After a few seconds she looked back up at Colin and asked, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

"Knew what?" Colin asked as he felt a touch of panic rise up in his chest.

"About your wife," Kara said.

"Cynthia? What about her?"

Kara looked at him and for just a moment Colin was certain he saw her lips curl into the slightest smile before a serious look came over her face. "One of our bellman had sex with her."

Colin was so astounded he couldn't say a word. Instead, he stepped back into the room. Kara followed him inside but he barely noticed her presence as he backed up all the way to the bed.

It wasn't until he looked up that Colin noticed that the beautiful concierge was standing just a few feet from him.

"Are you okay, Mr. Wilson?" she asked.

He stared at her for an uncomfortably long time and said, "Wait, how do you know my wife had sex with one of the bellman? How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Kara reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and asked, "May I sit?"

Colin nodded and she sat exceptionally close to him on the bed. He turned and the scent of her perfume filled his nose. He couldn't help but note how soft and shiny her hair looked and how utterly flawless her skin was.

"We have security cameras all over the hotel," she said while pulling up what looked like a video on her phone. "One of those cameras captured footage of your wife and one of our bellman."

Colin still couldn't quite believe it as he stared at Kara's phone. The still image - which would become a video with one tap of her finger - showed a tall, fairly slender young man in a collared shirt and shorts. Standing in front of him was a woman in a bikini, though Colin could only see her back. The bikini looked similar to the one Cynthia had worn the day before, but it was impossible to be certain it was her.

Kara tapped her phone and the video began to play. The woman in the bikini kissed the bellman. He ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly. He gave her ass a few good smacks, too, and when he did she pressed her crotch against his and began to grind a little, indicating that she very much enjoyed being handled like that.

Colin wasn't at all convinced it was his wife, though. She had the same color hair and wore the same color bikini as Cynthia, but that was far from proof.

Then she looked over her shoulder. She wasn't looking at the camera - it seemed like she was making sure they weren't going to be interrupted - but her face was clear enough that Colin recognized his wife.

Kara paused the video. "That's her, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Kara stood, tucked her phone into her pocket, and turned to face Colin. "I'm very sorry for this, Mr. Wilson. I'm sure the employee who fucked your wife will be fired, though I'm not authorized to do that. I probably wasn't authorized to come up here and tell you about it, but I just felt so bad."

Colin was taken aback by her word choice. 'Fucked' was such a strong word to use in that circumstance. It was so charged, especially the way she said it and the way she seemed to smile just a little as the word left her lips.

"How do you know he..."

He trailed off, but Kara said, "How do I know that he fucked your wife?"

Colin felt a gentle stirring between his legs. He looked up at Kara and nodded.

"Because I watched," she answered. "I watched the whole video. I wanted to make sure that it wasn't just the two of them kissing a little. That's certainly frowned upon, but it's not exactly grounds for firing someone. They definitely fucked. Your wife certainly seemed to enjoy herself, too."

Colin's loins tingled and his cock was very nearly half hard as it became obvious that Kara wasn't behaving in an entirely professional manner.

"Would you like to see?" she asked.

Colin couldn't bring himself to answer.

Kara pulled her phone from her pocket and sat next to him again. She pulled up the video, which was paused where she'd stopped it. She tapped the screen and the video played. Cynthia kissed the bellman again. The security camera footage wasn't the highest quality Colin had ever seen, but it was obvious his wife was very much into kissing the younger man who was gleefully groping her ass.

The bellman then pulled Cynthia's bikini aside, ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and towards her pussy. Cynthia kissed his neck and then it seemed as though the bellman started to finger her.

"She seems to be enjoying herself, doesn't she?" Kara asked softly.

She'd turned towards Colin and was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his neck. It proved hugely erotic and he was annoyed with himself for getting almost fully erect.

"I really enjoyed this part," Kara added.

Colin stared at the concierge's phone and watched his wife sink to her knees in front of the bellman. He watched the young man's lips curl into a confident smile as Cynthia unzipped his shorts and looked up at him as her fingers freed his cock.

The bellman put a hand on the back of Cynthia's head and she took him in her mouth. His eyes closed, his lips parted, and he tilted his head back while undoubtedly unleashing a long, low moan as a woman he'd only just met gave him a beautiful blowjob.

"Your wife looks like quite the cocksucker, Mr. Wilson," Kara said.

Colin's cock throbbed at her words. He looked up to see Kara smiling at him in the same manner the bellman had smiled when Cynthia dropped to her knees. "What is this?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

Kara leaned over and for a moment Colin was convinced she was going to kiss his neck. She didn't, but he did feel her breath on his skin once more and it proved even more erotic than the first time.

"I'm having fun, Mr. Wilson," she whispered. "Are you?"

He stared at the video, at his wife giving a rather vigorous blowjob to a man ten years her junior. He saw the bellman's hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth in a way Colin couldn't ever remember doing with his wife.

"Has she sucked your cock like that since you arrived at our beautiful resort?" Kara asked.

Colin shook his head.

He felt Kara lean in again. This time, though, she put a hand on his knee. Her fingers felt warm against his skin. Pleasure ran through his body as her fingers inched up his thigh.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm having fun," she said once more.

Kara's hand moved over his shorts and towards his crotch. He probably should have gotten up and asked her to leave, but instead Colin's gaze remained fixed on the video of his wife sucking cock while the beautiful woman sitting next to him began to stroke his stiff cock over his shorts.

"I like that I was right about you, Mr. Wilson," she whispered before kissing his neck in the gentlest, most seductive manner. "I saw it in your posture when you walked in. I saw it in the way you let your wife check in. I saw it in the way she instructed you to carry her bag. I was right about your wife, too. I saw her eyeing that tasty young bellman when she walked in. I'll bet this isn't the first time she's cucked you, Mr. Wilson. I'll bet she's made you a cuck dozens of times. I'll bet this is the first time you've known about it, though."

Colin had no way of knowing if Kara was right, though Cynthia's seeming eagerness to fool around with the bellman made it seem like she wasn't especially troubled by the idea of cheating on him.

"I think this is my favorite part," Kara said.

Cynthia stood and kissed the bellman, who picked her up, spun her around, and set her on the counter. She spread her legs and wrapped them around him. She reached down and though Colin couldn't see thanks to the angle of the camera, he was certain his wife had just guided another man's cock into her pussy and that she hadn't bothered using protection before doing so.

"Look at her face, Mr. Wilson. Look at how much she enjoys having that big cock inside her."

Colin did as the concierge requested. He stared at his wife's face. He saw the obvious pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted. She was moaning as she got fucked, as she cucked him, as Kara put it.

"Tell me, Mr. Wilson, do you have a big cock?"

"No."

"Mmm, I wonder if that's why your wife cucks you? I wonder if her pussy just can't stand being limited to only taking your small dick anymore. I wonder if she got fed up with being fucked by a man that doesn't measure up."

Colin moaned. He hated that he moaned, but he couldn't help it. For some reason her words felt good. They turned him on.

"Take your shorts off for me."

Against his better judgment, Colin stood and stripped out of his shorts. Kara gestured to his underwear and he removed those too. She reached out and gave his cock a few strokes while smiling.

"You are quite small," she said.

His dick throbbed in her hand and she patted the bed. Colin sat and returned his focus to the video as Kara ran her fingers down one thigh and up the other before cupping and caressing his balls.

"Has your wife made you cum since you arrived?" she asked softly.

"Once on our first day."

"So it's been four days without an orgasm for you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Is that why your dick is so hard, Mr. Wilson? Or is it that you love being cucked, that you're hard as a rock because it turns you on to see your slutty wife spreading her legs for another man's bare cock mere moments after blowing him?"

"Fuck," was all Colin managed to say.

Kara wrapped her fingers around Colin's cock and stroked him slowly as he watched his wife get fucked. Colin found himself wishing that he could hear Cynthia's moans, which struck him as a truly fucked up desire, though everything that had unfolded since Kara knocked on the door had been fucked up to some degree.

"I think she's about to cum," Kara said.

"She is." Colin recognized his wife's orgasm face. What surprised him, though, was the intense pleasure he felt at watching Cynthia near her orgasm with someone else's cock inside her.

Kara released his shaft and Colin throbbed as he watched Cynthia pull the bellman close and grab his ass to hold him inside her while she came on his cock. On another man's cock. On the cock she'd sucked so voraciously. It all felt like a little too much for Colin to handle, and yet he wasn't sure he'd felt quite so aroused in a long, long time.

Cynthia shared a deep kiss with the bellman before he pulled out. She slid off the counter, stroked him a little, and then turned around, put her hands on the counter, and stuck her ass out.

"Naughty girl," Kara said. "She could have just sucked him off. It seems like she wants her pussy to be responsible for his orgasm, though. Do you think she's going to let him cum inside her, Mr. Wilson?"

"I...I don't know."

Kara kissed his neck again as Colin watched the bellman slide into his wife from behind, put one hand on her shoulder and another on her hip, and fuck her hard in doggystyle.

"Do you want him to cum inside her? Do you want him to blow his load deep in your wife's cunt? Do you want to know that your wife had someone else's cum inside her yesterday?"

"Yes," he replied.

Kara paused the video and stood. She kicked off her heels and stripped out of her pants. Colin stared between her legs at the incredible wet spot in her baby blue panties. A moment later she lowered them, revealing a remarkably beautiful pussy that Colin happily stared at.

"Get on your knees," she said. "You're going to eat my pussy while I watch your wife get fucked."

Kara sat on the bed and Colin dropped to his knees and moved between her legs. She put a hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to her cunt just like the bellman had done to Cynthia. Colin's cock throbbed as he thought of his wife blowing another man. He put his tongue to work on Kara's pussy, licking her tenderly and finding surprisingly intense pleasure in the way she moaned.

Kara held the phone in her hand and watched. Colin couldn't see a thing outside of the pleasure on her face, and for some reason that was more than enough to keep his dick in a fully erect state and his loins tingling with a rather wild desire.

"Fuck, he's got a handful of her hair," Kara said. "He's fucking her so hard, Mr. Wilson. She looks like she's loving it, though. I think your wife might be something of a slut. I think you might have driven her to it with your small dick and what I'd bet is a rather disappointing demeanor in bed. I think you might be a cuck through and through, Mr. Wilson. A beta cuck bitch that can't satisfy his wife the way she desires, which drives her to seek out a real man to satisfy her needy cunt."

Kara came soon after her verbal diatribe and Colin found surprising joy in giving an orgasm to a complete stranger.

She released her grip on his hair, tapped her phone to pause the video, and then caressed his face in a surprisingly gentle manner. "That was exceptional," she said. "I'm sure you're quite useless with your cock - at least based on your wife's need to fuck a handsome stranger on vacation - but your tongue is exquisitely talented."

"I really enjoyed that," he said.

"Making me cum?"

Colin nodded.

"And do you think you deserve to orgasm?"

"I don't know, but I want to."

"Why don't you find the bikini your wife was wearing in this video," Kara suggested.

Colin stood and rushed for the closet. Inside was a small pile of dirty clothes and at the very bottom was the bikini his wife wore in the video. He pulled it out from under the clothes and returned to Kara. She tossed the top aside and then handed Colin the bottoms.

"Look in them," she said. "In the part that was pressed against your wife's cunt."

He did as instructed and saw that her bikini bottoms - which featured a white strip in the gusset - were stained with what Colin knew was cum. Cum that had leaked out of her after she'd fucked the bellman. It had to be his cum.

"Smell them."

Colin lifted the bikini bottoms to his nose and inhaled deeply. Kara stroked his cock as he did and an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

"Lick them," she said. "Lick the dried cum, cuck."

It was disgusting to do so, but Colin extended his tongue and licked the gusset of his wife's bikini bottoms. He licked the dried cum. He tasted the bitter saltiness on his tongue. His dick throbbed in Kara's hand.

"Does that turn you on, cuck?" she asked. "Does licking the cum that leaked out of your wife's cunt turn you on?"

"Yes," he admitted.

Kara released his cock and picked up her phone. She tapped the screen and turned it towards Colin. He looked down at the beautiful concierge - who still wore her blouse despite being bottomless - and then at the screen.

Cynthia was bent over. The bellman had a handful of her hair and was pulling back as he fucked her. He spanked her ass a few times. She was pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. She was into it.

"Jerk off with the bikini bottoms. Stroke yourself with the part his cum leaked into. Cum when he buries his dick in your wife's slutty cunt and cums inside her," Kara instructed.

Colin wrapped the bikini bottoms over his cock and stroked furiously. The dried cum was a little rough on his shaft, but that only served as a reminder that his wife had cucked him and let the guy cum inside her, which made it all the more arousing.

Soon enough the bellman buried his cock inside Cynthia. He stopped thrusting. He let her hair go. She turned and looked at him with a genuine, bright, beautiful smile on her face. She was happy that he was cumming in her pussy. Thrilled, even.

Colin blew his load in the bikini bottoms. His body shook as he came, as he was overtaken by an uncommon sort of pleasure that made his head spin while his loins contracted over and over, releasing a wealth of cum into the bikini bottoms.

When he'd finished, Colin opened his eyes and looked at Kara, who'd set her phone aside. She smiled and said, "You got a little bit of cum on my thigh. You need to clean it up."

Colin reached for the tissue box on the nightstand.

"Lick it up," she said. "Right now, cuck. Lick your fucking cum off my thigh."

For reasons he didn't understand, Colin felt compelled to drop to his knees and lick the cum off her thigh. He did so slowly and gently and swallowed without hesitation. It tasted better than the dried cum had, so it wasn't especially painful to consume.

Kara ran her fingers through his hair, kissed him on the cheek, and stood to get dressed. She took her time and checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked good and then returned to Colin.

"Your wife isn't at the spa right now. She has an appointment in an hour, but right now she's getting fucked again."

Colin wasn't anywhere near as excited about the notion now that he'd cum.

"I told the bellman to find a different spot but to make sure it was on camera. I told him to take his time, too. I wonder if you'd enjoy watching that video. Tomorrow, perhaps?"

Colin nodded.

"I thought you might, cuck. If you'd like to watch it, I'll need you to eat your wife's pussy when she returns to the room. Most of the cum will have leaked out of her by then so it shouldn't be that difficult for you. Plus, I'm sure you'll be turned on by then."

She didn't say another word. Instead, Kara picked up her phone and left with Colin still on his knees. His cock had deflated. He could taste cum in his mouth. His wife's bikini was wet and sticky with his seed. It was all so humiliating.

Colin already knew he'd eat his wife's pussy once she got back, though. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist, that the allure of doing so and receiving another visit from the concierge was more than enough to drive him to devour his wife's pussy even after another man had fucked her.

Maybe Kara was right. Maybe he was a cuck. Maybe he'd been a cuck all along.