Stacy wiped her mouth with her napkin elegantly, then turned to her parents with that perfectly innocent expression that only she could feign—and which played a big part in making me fall in love with her. Her foot brushed against my thigh under the table, the tip of her shoe coming dangerously close to my caged, throbbing cock. I knew she was doing it on purpose and enjoying every second of my torment.
“Excuse me, but I need to go to the bathroom,” she said kindly, then stood up and walked gracefully out of the dining room. As she walked away, my eyes lingered on her firm buttocks, which were perfectly outlined under her tight skirt. I was left alone with Roberta and Steven, who both smiled kindly at me. The dining room suddenly seemed too small, and the Christmas decorations and lights felt to shine on my face like interrogation lamps.
“So, Duncan,” Steven broke the silence as he adjusted his tie, “we haven’t heard much about your family. What do your parents do?
The question took me by surprise, and for a moment I caught my breath. The images from that afternoon were still swirling in my head, and I found it difficult to switch to everyday conversation.
“My father is an accountant,” I finally said, my voice more hoarse than I would have liked. “He works for a large company downtown. My mother is a teacher at an elementary school.”
“Oh, teaching is a very noble profession,” Roberta smiled. “I considered it myself before deciding on psychology.”
I nodded as another memory flashed into my mind. Rob standing behind Stacy, who had been on all fours on the soft carpet of the hotel. Her hair spread out on her back, her butt high in the air, waiting for Rob’s hard cock.
“Bro, don’t just stand there watching, come and hold your partner’s hand,” Rob had ordered me, and I had obeyed like a well-trained dog. I had knelt in front of Stacy and had taken her hand. Her eyes had been teary with desire, her lips swollen from all the sucking and kissing.
“Duncan?” Roberta’s voice brought me back to the present. “Are you okay? You seem so distant.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “It’s just been a long day. I’ve been studying hard for my final exams.”
“Sure, sure,” her mother nodded understandingly. “Stacy mentioned how hard you’re studying. What exactly are you majoring in?”
“Economics,” I replied, trying to shake off the image of Rob’s huge cock penetrating Stacy’s pussy raw. “And I’m specializing in business management.”
“Serious studies,” Steven nodded appreciatively and adjusted his glasses. “Do you have any plans for after graduation?”
As I tried to collect my thoughts, I flew back to the hotel room. Rob had already been fucking Stacy hard, his hips slamming into her ass so hard that the sound had filled the room. I had squeezed Stacy’s hand while stroking my caged cock through my pants with my other hand.
“Little wanker, like what you see?” Rob had laughed as he had pushed his cock even deeper into my girlfriend. “Look how your slut is enjoying it. She never moans like that with your little weenie, does she?”
Stacy had moaned loudly as she had raised her ass even higher so Rob could penetrate her even deeper. Her firm little tits had been bouncing back and forth with each thrust, and her mouth had twisted into a grimace of passion.
“Duncan?” Steven’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Sorry, what did you ask?” I blinked, confused.
“I asked if you have any plans after graduation,” he repeated patiently.
“Yes, of course,” I swallowed hard. “I’d like to get a job at a consulting firm, maybe right here in town. Or if Stacy and I decide to, maybe somewhere else.”
“Stacy has always loved living here,” Roberta remarked. “But of course, you’re still young, the whole world is ahead of you.”
The thought of planning a future with Stacy, while just a few hours ago she had been happily riding another man’s cock, created a strange conflict within me. But this was my life, this was my choice, and somehow I enjoyed this duality.
“Do you have any siblings, Duncan?” Roberta asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation going.
“I have a sister,” I replied. “She’s still in high school.”
As I talked about my family, my caged cock throbbed painfully. Rob’s voice echoed in my head as he had commanded Stacy:
“Turn around, you little whore, I want your other hole now,” Rob had said, and Stacy had turned around obediently, had laid on her back, and had spread her legs.
Rob had leaned forward and had licked Stacy’s pussy with his large tongue, and she had moaned with pleasure. I had just knelt beside them and had watched as Rob’s slobbery lips eagerly had covered my girlfriend’s most sensitive parts.
“This apartment is very beautiful,” I said suddenly, trying to think of anything that would distract me from those fresh memories of Rob humiliating me and my girlfriend. “Especially the Christmas decorations.”
“Thank you,” Roberta smiled. “Stacy and I decorated it together. It’s a tradition for us every year.”
I nodded again and took a sip of wine to moisten my dry throat. My legs were twitching nervously under the table, and my pants were visibly bulging with my throbbing cock locked in its cage.
Rob had finally stopped licking and had sat up. His huge, shiny cock had hovered over Stacy’s wet pussy, then had thrusted inside with one decisive movement. Stacy had screamed with pleasure, her hands gripping the carpet as Rob had begun to fuck her wildly.
“Look how she’s enjoying it, cuck,” Rob had said, glancing at me. “Your little girlfriend loves big cocks. Look how she’s taking it all the way to her cervix, like she never did with yours!”
I had groaned as my caged cock tensed even more. With every thrust, I had seen Stacy’s face contort with pleasure, her body tremble, and her toes curl. That image had burned into my mind as I talked to her parents over Christmas dinner.
“And how did you meet Stacy?” Steven asked, sipping his wine. “I don’t think we’ve heard that story in detail yet.”
“At a college event,” I replied, grateful for the topic, which might distract my thoughts. “It was a literary evening, although neither of us is a literature major. But we both love to read.”
“Stacy has always loved books,” Roberta smiled. “Even as a little girl, she read her storybooks until they were worn out.”
There was a soft rustle from the door, and we all turned to look. Stacy walked back into the room, a faint blush on her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes.
“What were you talking about?” she asked innocently as she sat back down.
“Just how you met Duncan,” her mother replied.
“Oh, yes,” Stacy smiled and winked at me. “Duncan has a… special effect on me. From the very first moment.
Her foot found mine again under the table, and I felt the tip of her shoe brush against my calf. My cock tensed again in its cage.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Roberta smiled and stood up. “I think it’s time to serve the main course. Steven, would you help me?”
“Sure, honey,” the man nodded and followed his wife into the kitchen.
As we were left alone, Stacy leaned closer to me.
“Enjoying the evening, cuck?” she whispered in my ear, her voice full of mockery. “I guess it’s hard to talk to my parents when your head is full of how Rob fucked me.”
“Stacy, not now,” I whispered back, but my cock betrayed me, straining against its cage.
“I can still feel him inside me,” Stacy continued, her hand sliding up my thigh under the table. “His big, thick cock. You know, I’ve never felt you as deep as I felt him.
Her words were torturous, yet they turned me on. My hand trembled as I reached for the glass.
“I miss him, you know?” Stacy whispered. “Rob’s cock. The size of it, the way he fucks me hard. But I love you too, Duncan. I love you for letting me live out my desires.”
Before I could answer, her parents returned from the kitchen with plates and bowls. Stacy quickly pulled away from me, but her face still reflected that satisfied, lustful expression.
“The main course,” Roberta announced proudly, setting the bowl on the table. “Roast turkey with cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes.”
As the plates were being handed out, Stacy leaned toward me as if to whisper in my ear how delicious the food was. Instead, she gently licked my ear with her tongue and whispered softly, “I did something in the bathroom that I knew you would like.”
She pulled back and turned to her mother, who was piling food onto her plate. Stacy’s gaze met mine, and I saw the challenge, the sparkling flirtation in her eyes.
As the plates were being filled and our parents were deep in conversation about their Christmas plans, Stacy suddenly leaned toward me. Her hand moved under the table, and before I could comprehend what was happening, her lips pressed against mine. It was a quick but passionate kiss, during which her hand slipped something into mine.
“This is a sign of my love,” she whispered, but her eyes told a different story.
I looked down at the object in my hand, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. It was Stacy’s black lace thong, soaked with moisture—her own juices and Rob’s cum. The fabric, still warm from her body, rested in my palm, and I felt my cock tense painfully in its cage once more. Stacy smiled smugly, knowing full well what she had done to me. I quickly slipped the thong into my pants pocket, but the feel of it, its wetness, and the smell of Rob’s cum still clung to my hand. My cock throbbed wildly inside its cage as I tried to appear normal in the middle of Christmas dinner.
“Try the turkey, Duncan,” Stacy said sweetly. “Mom makes it special.”
I obediently looked at my plate, but there was only one thing on my mind: the wetness in the thong, the proof that my girlfriend had let another man inside her a few hours ago, and that I, her cuckolded, humiliated boyfriend, was secretly enjoying it.
I tried to focus on the present by tasting the food, but the thong in my pocket and my caged cock reminded me of who I really was: a cuckold who finds his own satisfaction in his girlfriend’s satisfaction, even if it comes from another man.
The turkey bites were hard to swallow, even though they were perfectly cooked. Stacy’s wet panties in my pocket burned my thigh, and my caged cock throbbed painfully every time my girlfriend glanced at me from across the table. I knew she was enjoying my torment and had deliberately dropped her fork so she could bend over and flash me her firm breasts, still red from Rob’s bites, peeking out from under her blouse.
“This turkey is fantastic, Mom,” Stacy said as she slowly, almost provocatively, licked her fork. With every lick, I remembered how she had licked Rob’s cock just like that a few hours earlier.
“Thank you, dear.” Roberta smiled. “I used special spices for the marinade this year.”
Steven nodded contentedly and reached for the mashed potatoes. The family picture was perfect: happy parents, their loving daughter, and her boyfriend sharing Christmas dinner together. No one could have guessed what was hidden behind this perfect picture.
“Duncan, aren’t you going to eat?” Roberta asked, giving me a worried look. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes, of course, it’s delicious,” I replied hastily, putting a large bite of turkey in my mouth to prove it. “I was just thinking.”
“What are you thinking about?” Steven asked, using his knife to cut another piece of meat.
About how your daughter had just knelt in front of another man this afternoon and had sucked a cock so big it barely had fit in her mouth—I thought, but all I said was:
“About college, exams. The usual.”
Stacy chuckled softly, knowing full well what was really on my mind. Another memory flashed into my mind: Rob sitting on the edge of the hotel’s double bed with his legs spread apart. Stacy had knelt in front of him, her head moving up and down in Rob’s lap as she had tried to swallow his huge cock.
“Lick my balls too, you little slut,” Rob had ordered her, and Stacy had obediently slid down to circle Rob’s testicles with her tongue. The guy had groaned and had grabbed Stacy’s hair with his hand to control her movements. He then had ordered me to sit in the cuck chair and watch from there. “The view is best from here,” he had said with a laugh, and I had been watching them speechlessly as my girlfriend had been deep-throating a guy I hadn’t even known before.
“The weather is supposed to get colder after Christmas,” Steven remarked, interrupting my reverie. “It might even snow on New Year’s Eve.”
“That would be wonderful,” Stacy enthused. “We haven’t had a real snowy New Year’s Eve in years.”
“Do you remember, Roberta, when Stacy was little and couldn’t wait to build a snowman in the garden?” Steven asked nostalgically.
“Of course I remember,” Roberta smiled. “She always sneaked out at dawn when it had snowed overnight.
As they reminisced about family memories, another image flashed through my mind: how Rob had stood up, and Stacy had been still kneeling in front of him, drooling, her lips red.
“I really missed this,” Rob had laughed. “I swear, you’ve always been the best cocksucker in town!”
