T: Taxi
I remember the first time I chauffeured the cuck taxi well. I drove a young man back to his university dorm after he had stayed the night. I feared it would be awkward but he turned out to be a really thoughtful, beautiful young man, and kept the conversation going. He told me about how tight my husband's hole was, and about how hubby told him all about how inadequate I am in bed. I blushed, but I also felt invigorated and happy knowing my husband was getting the young stud dick that he deserved. When I dropped the boy off, I felt good about having helped two wonderful men achieve the pleasure and comfort they both deserved.
The cuck taxi is not a usual part of my service, as we live a mostly car-free lifestyle, but it is one of my favourites. I think that's because it highlights the service aspect. From the perspective of the bull, you may just as well be your hotwife/hothusband's employee -- a butler or a chauffeur. Getting cucked at home often means you just stay out of the way, but as their chauffeur you're actively making it all possible. Maybe they won't be able to wait until you get to the hotel and start making out (or more) on the back seat -- but keep your eyes on the road, cucky!
Then, once you drop off your hotwife/hothusband at the bull's place, or both of them at a hotel, you wait. Maybe they'll be thoughtful and tell you to just come back tomorrow morning. Just as likely, though, you'll wait in the car not knowing whether it'll be a few hours or all night.