The Holiday Party Cuckold
Breaking the Pedestal
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I was inspired to write this scene when I read Dani Jacob’s A Holiday Party Cucking. She agreed to let me publish this. You can read them in any order I think.
This story takes place before the actions in Dani’s story.
I watch Jana get dressed. It’s a favorite pastime of mine, watching my wife. I love looking at her, seeing her eyes light up when she smiles, the way her modest breasts jiggle when she laughs. Everything about her is sexy.
Tonight, we’re going to my office holiday do. It’ll be cocktails and hor d’oeuvres, maybe a little light jazz in the background, and lots of business talk. We only go because it’s mandatory and they hand out our yearly bonus at the end.
Jana is in front of the mirror, applying her makeup. She’s very careful to make it look perfect, but not too perfect.
“Can I help you, Miles?” she says, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
“No, just watching.”
She smiles and goes back to work, occasionally glancing my way to make sure I’m still there.
When she’s done with her face, she slips on her dress. It’s a velvety red number that clings to her body like a second skin.
“Can you zip me up,” she asks turning her back to me.
Her ass looks like a ruby peach I just want to take a bite out of. But I know I shouldn’t. She’s my wife, not a piece of fruit. I respect Jana too much to see her as nothing but a sex object. To me, she’s a smart, witty woman, a loving mother, and a college professor — not some stripper.
Sometimes, when we make love, I know she wants more from me. But I just can’t give it to her. I can’t call her dirty names, or spank her hard, or fuck her like an animal. It’s not in my nature.
I zip up my wife’s dress, grab our coats, and head out to the car.
“You look really sexy in that dress,” I say as we pull out of our neighborhood.
“You like it?”
“Maybe a little too sexy.”
She doesn’t respond so I take a quick glance. Jana has a look on her face that tells me she’s debating saying something I might not appreciate.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Miles,” she says in a stern voice. “Don’t want you distracted by your too-sexy wife.”
“Sweetheart. You know I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I’m too sexy to dress up for your work party, but not sexy enough to rev your engine in the bedroom.”
“That’s just wrong. I love making love to you.”
“What about fucking me?”
Now it’s my turn to be silent. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing.
“I thought so,” Jana says and drops the issue. Or so I assume.
Even though the invite said it started at eight, the party appears to be in full swing when we get there at five till. Our bosses are hanging around the back watching their minions at play. A group of salesmen are huddled around the buffet while a few women who worked in the warehouse are lined up at the bar.
I notice Chad, the guy whose desk is next to mine, busy chatting up one of our office assistants.
I’m glad I’m not in HR because this whole setup would have me tearing my hair out.
There’s a small group of people hanging out on a makeshift dance floor and they’ve talked the DJ into playing some pop songs. I wonder how the big-wigs are taking that.
My wife starts swaying her hips and pulling on my arm. “Let’s go dance,” she says.
I’m still a little hesitant so I beg off. Jana pouts and heads off by herself. I don’t know why I don’t follow. Instead, I head over to the bar. Chad gets in line behind me.
“Hey, buddy” He slaps my back.
God, how I hate the man. He’s a sexist blow-hard who hits on all the women in the office. He’s even bragged about bedding one of the bosses’ wives. He’s not my buddy and I wish I could tell him to fuck off, but we have to work together, so I grin and say ‘hi’ back.
“God, did you see that hottie out on the dance floor?” he says.
I sigh and count to five before answering. “Chad, you know I’m married.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t look. Oh, wait. Does your wife have your balls in her pocket?”
“L O L, Chad.”
Our little conversation is interrupted by the bartender. He’s a tall black man, dressed in a pair of black pants, a white shirt, and suspenders. He’s finishing up an appletini and asks what I want.
“A glass of Pinot Grigio and a Johnny Walker, Blue.” The brass went all out for this party.
“Make that two,” Chad chimes in.
I roll my eyes and wish him away. My wish is granted when he grabs his drink and slinks off toward the dance floor.
I move to the buffet to grab some bites. Dancing makes my wife hungry. I grab us a plate, juggle it with two drinks, and move to stake out a table. That’s when I spot my wife, and she’s not alone. She’s dancing with Chad.
“Son of a Bitch,” I say and almost spill our drinks.
What the fuck is he doing? What is she doing?
Then it hits me, she’s the hottie he was talking about.
I watch them dance for a few minutes. She’s really getting into it, moving her hips, swaying her arms. I have to admit she looks sexy as hell. Chad isn’t much of a dancer. He’s just moving back and forth near my wife, occasionally they bump hips. She’s having a great time.
It’s all innocent fun until the DJ puts on some club music and my wife moves closer and Chad and starts grinding her body against his. I feel myself getting angry and jealous.
I think about getting up and breaking them up, but I realize I have a huge boner and decide to stay seated.
I convince myself it’s still just dancing. It may look like they’re fucking; she’s twerking her ass against the bulge in Chad’s pants and he’s thrusting his hips, but it’s not.
I take a swig of my drink and realize my tumbler is empty. I take a sip of my wife’s wine. It calms me down a little and I wish I could turn my head away, but my eyes are glued to the dance floor.
A thousand questions swirl in my head. Why is she dancing with Chad? Why is she dirty dancing with Chad? Why is she kissing Chad?
“What the fuck,” I say when she locks lips with my co-worker.
I start to get up to confront the two of them, but I bump my erection against the table and have to sit down again.
Fuck, my cock is actually harder now that they’re kissing. This makes no sense. I finish Jana’s wine and wish I had another drink. But I can’t get up to get another one for the same reason I can’t stop my wife from kissing Chad.
I notice the sprig of mistletoe that’s hung above where Chad and my wife are dancing and I realize that’s why they were kissing. But it still doesn’t tell me why it’s lasting so long and they have to use their tongues.
The jealousy within me heats up into a burning desire. I’m mad at her betrayal, but god do I want to fuck her so bad.
I love my wife, have since our fourth date, but I can’t remember the last time I lusted after her this deeply. Probably not since — since the night I first saw her at a campus bar making out with a frat boy while I was trying to order a drink.
Jana and Chad break their kiss. He smiles and says something. She catches her breath and looks down at his belt. She shakes her head and then scans the room.
Our eyes meet. She sees me watching her. Gears are turning in her head. I should make my move now. Take my wife home and make love to her.
But she appears to want something more. She takes my hesitation as tacit approval, which I guess it is, and grabs Chad’s hand. She drags him off to a nearby storage room, gives me a wink, then shuts the door.
I hear the lock slip even though that’s impossible. And something inside me fractures. I think it’s the pedestal I’ve placed my wife on.
I imagine her on her knees in front of Chad, taking his cock, and it’s a huge cock I’m sure, into her mouth. She’s sucking it down, her cheeks hollow as she bobs her head, stroking the length she can’t get down her throat.
I realize I can love my wife and respect my wife, but also want to fuck her goddamn brains out. I want to call her every dirty name I can think of. I want to smack her ass so hard it turns red. And I want to fuck her into next week.
I feel my fingernails digging into my palms.
I take a deep breath.
I release it.
I adjust my cock so that my erection isn’t so obvious and move toward the storeroom so I’ll be there when my wife comes out.
To find out what happens when Jana is caught red-handed cheating on her husband you’ll need to read Dani’s story.
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