Chapter 4: Exploring the Cuckold Resort Lifestyle
Their walk toward the cabin was more than just a stroll—it was a sensual tour through the vivid heart of the cuckold resort lifestyle.
Thomas and Lia passed gardens filled with flirtation. On a sunlit bench, a hotwife in red silk straddled a tall Black bull, kissing him deeply while her caged husband sat cross-legged nearby, filming every second with reverence in his eyes. On a white hammock, two hotwives giggled over a shared cigar as their husbands massaged their feet naked and locked, sweating in submission.
A nude cuck walked past with a GoPro on his forehead, documenting his wife’s latest session. No one flinched. Here, naked cucks were as common as palm trees.
Lia smiled, soaking it in. Thomas walked a step behind, hands respectfully at his sides—completely nude now, having surrendered his clothes at reception per Lia’s choice. She wanted him exposed. Always.
They reached their private suite—villa Sun Lotus, Cabin 6. The main bedroom was luxurious: teakwood furniture, velvet sheets, glass walls facing the garden. But attached to it by a narrow door was a smaller, colder space: the cuck’s annex.
Thomas’s room was minimal—one single mattress on the floor, a steel ring bolted into the wall for optional restraints, and a cold tile bathroom with a metal bucket shower. A shelf held wipes, kneeling mats, and towels embroidered with “Service is Worship.”
He was home.
Later that evening, Thomas sat quietly at her feet, aching inside his negative chastity device, while Lia reclined against silk pillows. She had just returned from the spa—her thighs warm, damp with sweat. Thomas leaned in, his voice barely audible.
“Can I… please you, my love?”
She smiled. “You want to taste my sweat again?”
He nodded.
“Then go ahead. Make it worth my time.”
He knelt fully, and his tongue trailed slowly across her inner thighs, working up to her ass—wet, musky, divine. She let her legs spread lazily, moaning softly as his tongue flicked and circled, worshipping every inch like it was sacred.
While he worked, she tapped open the Velvet Retreat tablet—a gold-trimmed device given to all hotwives at check-in.
It opened to a curated menu:
Bulls by Ethnicity & Age: Black, Latino, White, Middle Eastern, Asian
Bulls by Type: Dominant, Romantic, Experimental
Size Categories: Modest to Magnum
Extras: Tongue-trained, Multi-shot, Anal specialists
Age Range: 20–60+
Her fingers paused on one bull. Young. 20 years old, lean, caramel-skinned, thick, rated five stars by other wives. She melted slightly, her toes curling around Thomas’s neck.
Beyond the bull menu, she scrolled further:
Private Shows (bulls perform alone or with another hotwife)
Oil Massages with Oral Finish
Public Encounters Zone Access
Cuck Tasks & Public Service Assignments
Then came the “Cuck Swing” section.
She laughed softly.
“Thomas,” she said breathlessly as he licked deeper, “they have something called Cuck Swing.”
He paused, flushed and wet-faced. “What’s that, my queen?”
“It’s when I lend you to another hotwife. Not for sex. Just for… tasks. Cleaning. Foot massage. Chastity teasing. Humiliation games. That sort of thing.”
Thomas shivered.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased.
“Yes.”
She tapped the screen, saving the option.
He returned to her ass, kissing it deeply now, licking with gratitude. Her scent, the salt of her body, and her moans were the only reward he ever needed.
Outside, another cuck clinked past, his chastity device made of brass and weighed down with thick rings. His wife laughed behind him, hand in her bull’s as they disappeared into the main suite.
Inside Cabin 6, the night had just begun—and the cuckold resort lifestyle was unfolding exactly as they both craved.
