CUCKOLD B&B #1: THE SHARING ECONOMY

I have to admit I was more nervous than I let on as we both stood there waiting. It took a minute and a half to get from the street to our apartment — I’d timed it countless times. But that minute and a half seemed to take much longer as we waited for the knock on the door. I didn’t know why I was nervous; there was no logical reason to be.

Nico looked over at me. “Okay, last-minute bet: hot? Or not?” 

I paused, pretending to think about it for a few seconds. I wanted to seem casual, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. As if I hadn’t already seen his profile pic when he booked our spare room. As if I hadn’t already wondered what he looked like shirtless. As if I hadn’t already imagined his and Nico’s naked bodies pressed together, wrapped up in each other.

Putting our room online had mainly been about the money. A way to save a bit extra that we could put aside for our wedding, or to buy our own place eventually. Nico had been open to the idea from the start; besides the money he’d also been into the idea of meeting other guys from all around the world — learning about other places, making connections in case we did some travelling ourselves, generally broadening our horizons a little. The fact that the short-stay accommodation site was exclusively for queer guys meant there was a pretty good chance the people that came and stayed would be people we’d share something in common with.

I was into it for all the same reasons. At least, that’s what I told myself. But the truth was, ever since I’d floated the idea I couldn’t help fantasising about opening our home up to a hot traveller, and maybe opening our relationship a little too. I’d already gotten myself off a few times picturing our guest and my boyfriend fucking. Funny, I was always picturing the guy with Nico and never with myself. Maybe that was my way of feeling like I wasn’t being unfaithful. Or maybe it was something else; I hadn’t really interrogated my motives, just enjoyed the fantasy.