The warm glow of Christmas lights filled the Chandler family dining room, while steaming dishes lined the green and red holiday tablecloth. I shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden chair, feeling my cock try in vain to harden in its metal cage. I discreetly adjusted my pants as Stacy winked at me from across the table. Barely four hours ago, I had been kneeling in a dimly lit room in a hotel on Main Street, watching my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, Rob, wildly fuck her gorgeous ass. The thought made my cock tense again, pressing painfully against the cold metal cage.
"Duncan, would you like some more bread?" Stacy's mother, Roberta, smiled kindly at me as she handed me the basket. She was wearing an elegant dark blue dress that accentuated her shapely figure. She had to be around fifty, but she looked really fit, a true MILF in her high heels and elegant dress, and when she smiled, she reminded me of Stacy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chandler," I said, taking a slice of homemade bread, trying to appear perfectly normal, not like someone who, a few hours earlier, had been eating a stranger's cum out of her daughter's freshly fucked pussy.
"Come on, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Roberta?" she laughed kindly. "After all, you've been dating my daughter for over a year now."
Steven, Stacy's father, acknowledged his wife's words with a quiet hum as he swirled the glass of wine in his hand. He was a gray-haired man with a serious gaze who seemed a little distant, but he was never unfriendly to me. He was the perfect opposite of his cheerful and lively wife and daughter, quiet and reserved, and I even sometimes wondered how he and Roberta had managed to stay together for so many years.
I adjusted my napkin in my lap, and the tormenting memories returned: Rob fucking Stacy as she had been kneeling in front of me, both hands gripping her hips. His thick, veiny cock had slid in and out of her pussy, each thrust filling the hotel room with a wet, squelching sound.
"Would everyone like to try the salad?" Roberta asked, interrupting my reverie, and picked up the bowl. "It's my own recipe, with a lemon and dill dressing."
Stacy leaned forward, the neckline of her little dress revealing her firm, small breasts. The faint marks of Rob's bites were still visible on her neck and chest. I wondered if her parents had noticed them or if they had become too accustomed to the changes in their daughter's appearance.
"I love Mom's salad," Stacy said cheerfully as she held out her plate. "Duncan, you'll love it too! Isn't my boyfriend thoughtful, Mom? He always compliments everything I do."
Stacy emphasized the last sentence, looking at me with sparkling eyes and a wide grin. She knew exactly what I was thinking—not about her mother's salad, but about how I had praised her perfect ass a few hours ago as she had taken Rob's huge cock in that hotel.
"He's a very attentive young man, that's for sure," Roberta nodded and served me some salad after her daughter.
The fork and knife trembled in my hands as I tried to concentrate on the present, but my thoughts returned to the hotel room where Stacy had taken me that afternoon. Rob, the muscular, dark-haired ex-lover of Stacy, employee of the local bowling alley, the real alpha male, as Stacy always called him, had been waiting for us there. Stacy had been whining for weeks that she wanted to see him, so I finally agreed. "Last time before Christmas," she said with sparkling eyes, and I just couldn't resist her.
"How was your semester at college, Duncan?" Steven asked, breaking the silence, and suddenly all eyes were on me.
"Good... it went well, thank you," I swallowed hard. "My thesis is coming along, and I passed my final exams."
The words came out with difficulty as my caged cock tensed again. I hadn't been able to cum for a week, ever since Stacy locked the cage. "It'll be your Christmas present if you can hold out," she whispered in my ear as she attached the key to her necklace. It was still hanging around her neck, glistening, reminding us both of our secret.
The fork clattered loudly against my plate as I sank into another memory. Sitting on the hotel's red plush chair, I had watched Stacy kneel and suck Rob's thick cock, drooling wildly. The huge rod had barely fit in her mouth, but Stacy's eyes had sparkled as she looked up at Rob, who had praised her technique with rough words.
"Aren't you hungry, Duncan?" Roberta's voice snapped me out of my reverie. "You've barely touched your salad."
"Yes, of course, I was just thinking," I smiled forcedly and speared a tomato wedge with my fork. "It's very tasty, seriously."
Stacy giggled, and I knew she knew exactly what I was thinking. When our eyes met, she slowly licked her lips, then gently ran her tongue over her upper lip. Just like Rob had done on her clit that afternoon. My body tensed, the cage squeezing my hardening cock wildly.
I stifled a sigh and concentrated on my salad. On the white porcelain plate, the red tomatoes glowed alongside the green leaves, like Rob's shiny red acorn in my girlfriend's mouth. No matter how hard I tried to look at the food, everything reminded me of that dirty afternoon adventure.
I remember Rob turning his back to us and taking a small bag out of his back pocket. I had seen Stacy's eyes light up as he had handed her the contents of the bag.
"Would you like some wine?" Steven's voice brought me back to the present as he held out the bottle of red wine to me.
"Yes, thank you," I said, holding out my glass and watching as it was filled with the red liquid. It was the same color as the blood that suddenly rushed to my face when I remembered what had happened on the hotel floor.
After Stacy had snorted some white line, she seemed like a different person. Her eyes had widened, and her behavior had become even more provocative. Rob had ordered her to undress, which she had immediately obeyed. Her toned body had been glowing in the dim light, her small, pointed breasts straining as she had dropped her black thong to the grey carpet. At Rob's command, she had got down on all fours on the carpet and had turned to look at me.
"Look, Duncan, look how I'm fucking your little slut," Rob said, smiling lustfully as he had pressed his cock into Stacy's wet pussy.
Stacy laughed, snapping me out of my memory. I noticed that everyone was looking at me.
"Pardon?" I asked, confused.
"I just said how beautifully we decorated the tree this year," Roberta smiled, pointing to the Christmas tree in the living room. "It's been up for a week, a real pine tree. Stacy insisted we get a real one this year.”
"When I was a kid, we always had a real tree," Stacy said, playing with her fork. "I loved the smell of pine in the house."
They continued talking, but I was lost in my thoughts again. Rob had roughly skewered Stacy's pussy, and she had screamed with pleasure. His cock had looked terrifyingly big, and as he had fucked her faster and faster, Stacy's moans and screams had been echoing loudly off the walls of the elegant hotel room.
"Duncan, are you okay?" Roberta asked, her voice pulling me back to reality.
"Sure, I'm just a little tired," I smiled forcedly.
"You've had a long day, haven't you?" Stacy asked slyly, and I knew exactly what she meant. She pressed her leg against mine under the table and gently stroked my calf with her foot.
"Yes, it's been a long day," I replied, trying to concentrate on my meal. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop thinking about how Rob's cock had been sliding in and out of Stacy's wet pussy as she had screamed his name. I couldn't take my eyes off them. With every thrust, he had brought Stacy closer to orgasm, and when my partner had finally come, her body had shaken as if she had been struck by lightning. Her juices had trickled down her thighs in tiny streams.
"We're visiting Grandma next week," Steven said as he ate his salad. "Maybe Duncan should come with us to meet the family."
"That would be great," Roberta smiled, and my cock tensed again in its cage as the thought crossed my mind: what would Grandma say if she knew that her granddaughter's boyfriend regularly licked other men's cum out of her pussy?
The table fell silent, only the clinking of forks and knives could be heard. Stacy looked at me over her glass, and I knew she was thinking about the afternoon too. As Rob had finally pulled his cock out of Stacy, he had looked at me and said,
"Now it's your turn, little cuckold. Lick your girlfriend clean."
I had obeyed involuntarily, kneeling on the floor and burying my face between Stacy's spread legs. I could taste the hot mixture of my girlfriend's and Rob's juices as I ran my tongue over her swollen lips. Stacy's hand had found my head and had pressed my face hard against her pussy while Rob had been watching us, laughing and slowly jerking his limp but still huge cock.
"I wish your mother could see what her son has become," Rob had said, and his words still rang in my ears as I had the Christmas dinner with Stacy's parents.
"Now for the main course!" Roberta announced with a smile and stood up to clear the salad plates.
As Stacy's mother went into the kitchen, her foot touched mine again under the table, this time sliding higher, all the way up to my knee. My cock throbbed painfully in its cage as Stacy smiled contentedly.
My throat was dry, my cock throbbed in my pants, and I was very grateful that the tablecloth hid the outline of my crotch. I felt the cage getting tighter and tighter as I remembered how Stacy had been screaming with pleasure on Rob's cock.
Roberta returned from the kitchen with the main course, a huge bowl of steaming roast meat. The smell filled the room and for a moment I managed to wipe the memories of the afternoon from my mind.
"I hope everyone will like it," she smiled as she passed the bowl around.
"Mmmm, this is delicious, Mom," Stacy said as she tasted the meat. "It turned out especially well this year."
As I began to eat, I tried to focus on the present, but the events in the hotel room played over and over in my head. My cock throbbed in its cage as Stacy looked at me with sparkling eyes, knowing exactly what I was thinking. And despite all my shame and confusion, I knew I would watch Rob fuck her over and over again. Because that's who I was: a cuck who loved to suffer for his girlfriend's sexual adventures.
"Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Chandler. It's delicious," I said, trying to sound normal, even though the tightness of the cage and the memories of the afternoon were driving me crazy. Stacy just smiled at me contentedly.
