The atmosphere in the dining room suddenly changed as Steven’s phone rang. The glass of wine in his hand stopped halfway as the man fished out the device with his other hand and glanced at the display. Stacy’s face tensed and she looked at me as her father got up from the table. The wet thong was still in my pocket, my cock was throbbing in its cage, and something told me that this peaceful family dinner was about to turn into something completely different.
“Excuse me,” Steven said, looking at us over his glasses. “My parents are calling, probably to wish us a Merry Christmas. I’ll take it in the study, the reception is better there.”
“Of course, dear,” Roberta nodded lightly, but there was something in her gaze that I couldn’t quite figure out. “Give my regards to your mother!”
After Steven left the room, the door closed behind him with a soft click. The mood changed immediately. Roberta’s gaze hardened, and as she turned to me and then to her daughter, there was no trace of the kind, hospitable hostess. It was replaced by something else, something much more intense, sharper.
“So…” Roberta began, her voice now deeper, more demanding. “I think now that we’re alone, we can talk honestly.”
My heart pounded wildly as her gaze swept over me and then settled on Stacy. My girlfriend was visibly tense, but there was a defiant sparkle in her eyes.
“What do you want to talk about, Mom?” she asked innocently, but I knew we could both feel the tension.
“Don’t play dumb, Stacy,” Roberta leaned closer, her voice soft but firm. “You know what. Your relationship with Duncan. And what you were doing this afternoon.”
My throat went dry. How could she know? We hadn’t mentioned where we’d been. Stacy’s face twitched, but she quickly regained her composure.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried to deflect, but her mother just raised her eyebrows.
“Really?” Roberta asked, putting down her glass on the table, then turned to me. “Duncan, you don’t know either?”
The question hit me like a punch in the stomach. I sat there completely stunned, unable to answer. The thong in my pocket burned like a telltale sign that Roberta had somehow noticed.
“I think we need to talk about those meetings with Rob,” Roberta finally said, and I flinched at the mention of his name.
Stacy’s eyes widened, then narrowed.
“Are you spying on me?” she hissed angrily.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Roberta picked up her glass and took a sip of wine. “The hotel receptionist’s son is my patient. His father told him he saw you and Duncan going into a room with Rob today. This is a small town, dear, people gossip.”
My stomach clenched. So she knows. Stacy’s mother knows that this afternoon I watched her daughter’s ex fuck her in a hotel room.
“So?” Stacy raised her eyebrows defiantly. “I’m an adult, I do what I want.”
“That’s not the point,” Roberta replied in a surprisingly calm voice. “I’m not judging you.” I just want you to be more careful. Rob isn’t the most trustworthy man in town.”
“That’s why it’s good that I have Duncan,” Stacy smiled, her hand touching my thigh under the table. “He’s trustworthy. And he knows how to share.”
The comment caused another painful throb in my caged cock. Roberta’s gaze slid over my face and back to my eyes, as if she knew exactly how her daughter’s words affected me.
“I see,” she nodded slowly. “And you, Duncan? Is that also how you feel about your relationship? Do you enjoy this… arrangement?”
I couldn’t dodge the question. There was something in her gaze that demanded an honest answer. I swallowed hard.
“Yes,” I replied in a hoarse voice. “I like to see Stacy enjoy herself. Even if it’s with another man.”
Roberta’s gaze deepened, as if she could see into the depths of my soul.
“And this afternoon? Did you like that too? Watching Rob fuck my daughter?”
The question sounded harsh and blunt, and her words made me tremble. Stacy’s mother didn’t beat around the bush. She got straight to the point, and for some reason, I felt there was no point in lying.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice trembling with the confession. “I really liked it.”
“Duncan is the perfect cuck,” Stacy said proudly, as if it were some kind of special achievement. “He loves it when I humiliate him. And when other men fuck me in front of him. The harder the better!”
“Stacy!” I said, but Roberta just raised her hand.
“Let her tell everything. I’m interested in her opinion.”
The girl straightened up and continued confidently.
“Duncan has had this fetish for a long time. He loves being a cuckold. Before we met, he watched a lot of porn like this. Then when I told him that Rob still fucks me sometimes…” Stacy smiled. “Well, it turned him on more than it pissed him off. And he even loves watching it.”
“I see,” Roberta nodded, her gaze becoming thoughtful. “And what exactly happened this afternoon?”
“Mom!” Stacy’s voice was now annoyed. “Why do you care?”
Roberta sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, her gaze had changed. Something deeper, more personal was reflected in it.
“Because I’m worried about you, Stacy. And because…” She paused, as if searching for words. “Because I’d been through this too.”
Her words came as a shock to Stacy and me. Stacy’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“You think you invented Spanish wax?” Roberta smiled faintly. “When I was younger… before I committed myself to your father… I also had a relationship where my partner liked to watch me with other men.”
“Oh my God,” Stacy whispered, and for the first time, I saw her lose her confidence. “You… you also… you also cheated on Dad?”
“No,” Roberta shook her head. “That was before. But I know the dynamics, the fetish. That’s why I don’t judge. But I need to know that you’re safe and that it doesn’t go too far.”
The conversation suddenly took a turn I hadn’t expected. Stacy’s mother not only knew about our hobby, she knew it from experience. My cock tightened in its cage again as I imagined a younger Roberta lying beneath another man while her partner watched and jerked off in the corner just as I had been doing it this afternoon.
“Rob fucked me really hard this afternoon,” Stacy finally said, her voice regaining its confidence. “Hard and deep. And Duncan watched. Then he licked Rob’s cum out of my pussy.”
There was no surprise on Roberta’s face, just a deep, understanding look.
“Did you use protection?”
Stacy’s face twitched and she swallowed a big one..
“Not really.”
“That’s really irresponsible,” Roberta remarked sternly. “You know very well that Rob has other partners besides you.”
“But that’s why Duncan is here,” Stacy retorted. “He makes sure with his tongue that there’s no sperm left inside me. Right, honey?”
My face burned, but I nodded. Roberta’s gaze was searching.
“And you, Duncan? Are you really okay with my daughter being with other men? With you being…” She searched for the word, but finally said it outright. “With you being humiliated?”
The question was simple, but the answer was complex. My heart was pounding as I tried to put my feelings into words.
“I love Stacy very much,” I began, my voice stronger than I expected. “And yes, I have a fetish that makes me… makes me enjoy this very much. Not just watching her fuck other men, but the whole situation. The cock cage, the humiliation, licking the cum out of her…
I stopped talking, the subject was too intimate. But Roberta’s gaze was not judgmental.
“I see,” she nodded, then added thoughtfully. “And are you wearing one of those… cages right now?”
The question surprised me. How did she know?
“Yes,” I replied, embarrassed.
“Yes,” I replied, feeling confused.
“And since when has my daughter been denying to let you… relieve yourself?”
“For a week,” I replied, looking down.
Roberta stood up and walked to the other side of the table. She stopped next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Stand up, Duncan,” she said, her voice firm but not harsh.
I obeyed, feeling embarrassed. Stacy also stood up and watched with interest to see what would happen. Roberta’s gaze swept over me, then settled on my pants, where the outline of the cage was faintly visible.
“Take it off,” she ordered simply.
“What?” I asked, sure I had misunderstood.
“The cage, Duncan. Take it off.” Roberta’s voice was commanding now, but there was something else in her eyes. Something… playful? “Stacy, give him the key.”
My partner’s eyes sparkled as she took the chain with the key from around her neck. She handed it to me, but Roberta stopped her hand.
“Take off his pants first,” she said.
Stacy knelt in front of me with a grin, unbuttoned my belt, and pulled down my zipper. My face burned, but my cock throbbed at the thought of taking off my pants in front of Stacy’s mother. My pants slid down to my ankles, and there I stood, at the holiday table, with my cock locked in a metal cage, trying desperately to get hard in its confines.
Roberta’s gaze lingered on my cock cage for a moment, then she smiled.
“You picked just the right size, Stacy,” she praised her daughter. “Not too small to completely squeeze my future son-in-law’s cock, but not so loose that it could wiggle around freely inside. Perfect!”
“Thanks, Mom,” said Stacy as she inserted the key into the lock. The click as the lock opened sounded loud in the quiet dining room. Stacy carefully unfastened the metal device, and my cock was finally free. It immediately began to bob, standing almost painfully erect after a week of forced confinement, staring straight ahead toward the center of the table.
“Hmm,” Roberta said appreciatively as she took a good look at my hard cock. “Not bad, Duncan. I can see why my daughter is satisfied with you when she’s not playing with Rob.”
Her words were both humiliating and exciting. Stacy laughed and gently touched my cock with her fingers, making me flinch.
“She hasn’t had sex in a long time,” she explained to Roberta. “That’s why it’s so hard. And she must have a lot of cum built up.”
Roberta nodded and pointed to the eggnog bowl on the edge of the table, filled with thick yellow liquid.
“I know this is your favorite, Stacy,” she said to her daughter. “But now Duncan needs to let off some steam too.”
I stepped over to the bowl, my throbbing cock in my hand.
“Ready to squirt, Duncan?” Stacy asked playfully, and I involuntarily touched the rim of the bowl with the head of my cock. I groaned at the touch of the cold glass.
“So much ready…” I groaned, the words stuck in my throat.
“Come on, Duncan,” Roberta’s voice was now clearly commanding. “I want you to spray your load into this bowl. Right now. After a week, it’s time for you to relieve yourself.”
My hand closed around my cock, gently moving the skin up and down. It felt incredibly good after so much restraint. My legs trembled as I stroked my cock over the bowl.
“It’s hard to do it… in front of everyone…” I groaned hoarsely, but the first drops of precum were already appearing on my cock.
“It’s just us here, sweetie,” Stacy whispered. “Show me and Mom what a good little cuck you are.”
Roberta leaned closer and watched intently as my hand slid up and down my cock. Her gaze was somehow both maternal and lustful.
“That’s it, Duncan,” she said softly. “Let yourself go. I know you’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
My hand moved faster and faster as I leaned over the bowl. The situation of standing there in the dining room, in front of my girlfriend’s mother, with my pants down, over a bowl of Christmas eggnog… proved to be too much.
“I’m coming,” I moaned, and my cock began to throb in my hand.
“Yes, honey, yes!” Stacy encouraged me with a giggle and sat back in her chair. “Shoot out your load! Give us all your cum!”
The first stream shot forward, straight into the eggnog. Then came another, and another. After a week of restraint, a lot had accumulated, and a really vigorous stream trickled down the other side of the bowl. Thoroughly, without a care in the world, I relieved myself with a sense of relief, with my eyes closed, thinking about what I had experienced in that hotel room with Stacy and Rob. As the last drops dripped out, my knees trembled and I almost collapsed right there.
“Very good,” Roberta nodded appreciatively and took another sip of her wine. “You’re a good boy, Duncan.”
Stacy looked at the bowl where my sperm was slowly mixing with the thick, yellow liquid.
“That worked out well,” she said with satisfaction, then looked at her mother. “Would you like a sip, Mom?”
Roberta just smiled and shook her head.
“I think that’s yours, honey. But maybe you should give some to Duncan, since he gave you something from Rob this afternoon.”
Her words made my desire flare up again. Stacy stepped closer and poured me some of the liqueur.
“Drink up, Duncan,” she said, holding the glass in front of me. “Drink your cum cocktail.”
And as I stood there, half-naked from waist below, in front of my girlfriend’s mother, with Stacy holding the glass to my mouth, I knew there was no escape. I gulped down the sweet, thick liquid, tasting the bitter flavor of my own semen. Stacy smiled with satisfaction as I swallowed the last drop.
“Good boy,” she said appreciatively, then pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re the best little cuck I could ever wish for.”
Roberta watched us silently, and although her face betrayed nothing, I could see understanding in her eyes. She knew this world, this fetish, and although she may not have agreed with her daughter on everything, she didn’t judge us for it.
“I think your father will be back soon,” she remarked, breaking the spell of the moment. “You’d better get yourself sorted out, Duncan.”
I nodded, and as I pulled up my pants, we heard Steven’s footsteps approaching in the hallway. Stacy quickly put the cage away in her purse, and I pulled up my pants and sat back down just as the door opened and Steven stepped back into the room.
“Sorry,” he smiled. “My mother just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.”
“No problem, dear,” Roberta said lightly, as if she hadn’t just seen her daughter’s boyfriend cum in the eggnog bowl. “Would you like some eggnog? Unfortunately, Duncan and Stacy already poured themselves the most of it.”
Stacy laughed and glanced at me. The excitement sparkling in her eyes told me that the night was far from over. And even though my cock was now hanging loosely in my pants, I knew this was just the beginning of something new—a deeper, more intense relationship with Stacy, where our secrets were no longer just ours, but her mother’s as well.
“No problem,” Steven waved. “I’ll stick with the wine. How about dessert, ladies?”
“Oh, I think we’ve already had dessert,” Stacy winked, touching my knee with her foot under the table. “But I could go for a little cake.”
And as we continued our Christmas dinner as if nothing had happened, I knew that this day had changed our relationship forever. My secret, my fetish, was no longer mine alone—and strangely, that didn’t bother me. In fact, it was somehow liberating to finally be myself without having to pretend anything. Stacy and Roberta accepted me for who I was: a cuck who loved his girlfriend and loved the way she humiliated and used him as she pleased.
