My heart was beating intensely. It always did on evenings like these. Even after several whirlwind months, my body still reacted the same way. My throat was dry. My palms were sweaty on my steering wheel. The route to the hotel went by in a blur. Instinct and will kept me going, knowing my destination, and what awaited me. The road to that evening was a long one. Many funded pedicures, heels, dresses, contributions to holidays and cosy nights in, punctuated with pictures and steamy cuckolding evenings. I had met my radiant Goddess ex-girlfriend Jen for our first cuckolding session with her new bull boyfriend many months previously (see 'New Foot Cuckold for an Old Flame'). It soon blossomed into an intense three-way relationship. Me as her subservient foot cuck slave, Jen as my commanding Goddess and Steve as her effortlessly superior bull lover. For months we had explored deep fantasies. My worshipping her feet and enjoying their perfection as she was taken by a superior Alpha male.
Jen soon revealed she was not only willing, but eager to embrace the lifestyle. Her Bull lover equally so. I still had vivid memories of the warm tingling sensation I had felt on that remote picnic bench by the coast where Jen first revealed our idea to Steve. Every vivid message and picture of her naked in his presence ever since had only extended my desires. We had discussed a special celebratory night for their anniversary and Jen did not disappoint in her choice of heels, dress and pedicure. All were of course funded by me. An hour earlier I had received the photo, her dainty immaculately manicured hand resting on Steve's brawny one. A second followed, her hand on his lap. The third ping of my phone was a message. "Come join us now".
I had already showered and tidied myself, wanting to look as perfect as I could. The drive into the city blew by. The choice of venue was perfect. The Grand City Hotel was aptly named. A new hotel to the city, its opulence was in keeping with the commanding presence it had in the city skyline. Dozens of plush and luxuriant rooms, spacious and elaborately decorated. I found myself driving up the multi-story car park across the street, eyeing the bright lights of the hotel as I circled for a space. I had contributed to a suite for their stay, knowing it offered extra space and a wider variety of fine furniture, including a sofa facing the king size bed. "Good views of the bed from there, perfect for a cuck," my Goddess Jen had teased at the time of booking. I parked my car and took a deep breath, my fingers trembling as I slid the key from the ignition. My heart was still pounding as my phone buzzed again. "Corner booth of the bar, near the back wall. Next round is on you cucky..." read the message.
I walked across the street and into the beaming illumination of the lobby. My face felt flushed and I avoided making eye contact with the staff as a doorman pulled the door open for me. The walls were resplendent with expensive paintings and fittings with gold trim. The floors were marble, adorned with elaborately woven carpet. Shimmering chandeliers glowed from the ceiling, illuminating the corridors as I made my way through the hotel, following the signs for the cocktail bar.
Soon a set of double doors gave way to my destination and I surveyed the room. The bar was as intricately decorated as the rest of the hotel. It had been appointed in the art-deco style, with expensive polished tables and chairs with fine fabrics. It was sparsely populated, with only a few couples and occasional groups of tourists at some of the tables. I stepped forward, walking the length of the bar before I saw them. Sat at the corner booth, Jen was turned towards her Bull, her flowing dark hair cascading down across her shoulders. Nothing could prepare me for how beautiful she looked that night, her beauty radiating outward as she laughed at something her Alpha just said.
Steve looked equally impressive, his hulking imposing stature a sharp contrast to her dainty frame. Jen had opted for a slender dark blue backless dress that hugged and modelled her flawless figure. Her long toned legs were crossed beneath the table and her feet were wrapped in a pair of sexy black patent leather heels with gold chain decorations which I had funded a short time previously. As I drew closer, my heart leapt as I noticed her toes embellished with the flawless French tipped pedicure I had funded. They turned to face me as I approached.
"Ah, hello stranger!" Bull said with a wry smile.
"I know, it has been far too long a wait. We were just enjoying some cocktails." My Goddess purred.
"This round is on me. What would you like? Any preference where I sit?" I asked.
"I'll take another martini, Steve will take a whiskey sour. You can have what you like. You can slide in beside me, might as well get cosy. Hope you don't mind but we haven't paid for this round yet. Mind being a good boy and getting it too?"
"No problem." I replied.
I returned to the bar, paying for the drinks and placing the new order before returning to the table. I slid in beside Jen who had now turned towards me, her body leaning back against her Bull Steve. My face felt flushed as I settled myself. The drinks arrived quickly and Jen began to speak after the bartender stepped away.
"Well, finally here at last little foot cucky. It seems like forever we have been talking about our anniversary night out." My Goddess purred.
"I know. It honestly almost doesn't feel real. Glad the hotel worked out well. How has it been?" I replied, sipping on my drink.
"Honestly? Unreal." Jen replied. "My girlfriends were so jealous when they heard Steve was taking me here for 2 nights. If only they knew who was really footing the bill...speaking of which, what do you think?" Jen said with a smirk as her eyes glanced towards the floor.
I followed her eyes below the table. Jen had crossed her right leg over her left so her right foot was pointed toward me. She wriggled and flexed her shapely foot below the table, inches from the inside of my leg. Her toes glinted with the flawless French pedicure. I was left immediately salivating, my cock twitching in my trousers.
"They look spectacular." I replied with a dry mouth.
"Thought you would say that. Took myself to the spa yesterday to get it especially for tonight. I'm sure you wouldn't mind it being on the bill. But seriously cucky we have had an amazing couple of days."
"Definitely. Was a new experience fucking in a hotel room someone else paid for." Steve echoed with a smile, sipping his drink.
"Rude! Very bold talking like that in public!" Jen chided playfully, slapping Steve's wrist. "But yes, we may have got a bit carried away last night cucky, sure you won't mind. I tried to keep you up to date with some of our pics. I take it you enjoyed them?"
My mind raced over the images which had flowed onto my phone the previous evening. They involved Jen & Steve making the most of the large mirrors in the opulently decorated bathroom of their suite. Pictures of her body against his, her back to him with one hand holding her phone and her other hand coaxing his impressive manhood. Another of her facing him, this time Steve acting as photographer as Jen modelled her spectacular body from the back. The benefit of the floor to ceiling mirror in the bathroom became clear as in the latter photo, Jen had raised one foot and rested it on pointed toes, exposing her bare sole to the camera.
"Very much Goddess Jen. They were amazing."
"Liked giving you something to salivate over. I thought the 'eyes down cucky' caption was right up your street..." Jen said quietly.
"Just taking the pics was enough to get me excited. Both the bed and shower got lots of use just after those were taken..." Steve replied with a smile before sipping his drink.
"Very true...but don't worry cucky. We saved plenty of energy for this evening. Our dinner and cocktails were lovely, plus a bit of dancing in that new club just down the street from here. But my poor little toes will be in need of some attention. These heels are very sexy but quite punishing on soft, pedicured feet. Something you can help with?" Jen purred, brushing her heel clad foot against my inner leg.
"Of course...Goddess." I replied.
"Mmm, such a good boy. With all the fun we had at my house, I can't wait to see how fun it is in a hotel room."
"I am certainly excited to see if it hits different. Sending pics last night was one thing but having you here to watch us with her toes in your mouth will definitely be better." Steve replied, sliding closer to Jen. He brushed one hand on her leg and carefully slid her hair over her shoulder so he could softly kiss her neck.
"Mmm, glad to see the cocktails haven't dampened your appetite..." Jen murmured, biting her lip and glancing her wriggling foot harder against the inside of my leg. She extended her left arm and her hand soon found my excitement through my trousers. "My my, already excited cucky? So keen."
