Date Night Part Two (Further Humiliation)

You felt as utterly humiliated as you ever had in your life, yet you were rock hard under the table. How could having complete strangers know you were being cuckolded by your wife be such a turn on?

"What are you two talking about?" a male voice asked. You glanced over your shoulder to see a male in a sweater vest approach the two women.

"Mr. Beaver, how do you always show up when there is tea?" Amelia asked.

"I'm just that good. So spill it."

"The dude at table four is totally being cucked by the chick and the black dude at table ten," Miranda said. "The kid said the two came in together and he had no idea she had another date already here waiting."

"Ouch," Mr. Beaver said. "I mean, her date is certainly gorgeous and has to be packing."

"That's what I said," the waitress said.

"She traded up, if that's your thing," he said. "I kinda think the cuck is cute, though, but I'm a top. I don't need him to be hung, just have a nice ass."

Miranda chuckled and Amelia blushes. You blushed hearing yourself spoken of so inappropriately.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so vulgar," Mr. Beaver said quickly to the young hostess. Then he looked at the waitress and smiled. "Decently attractive cuckold setting by himself watching his wife try to get her bull off under the table...I probably got a shot."

"Bullshit," Miranda said. "He's married."

"Married guys are the best gay fucks," he said. "After you finish, they go home to their wives and you don't have to worry about them wanting to spoon afterwards or get all clingy. Oh, and they shut the fuck up and don't run their mouths to everybody at work."

"David did fall in love with you," Miranda said.

"We even discussed that it could only be a one time thing, what happens at conference stays at conference," Mr. Beaver said. "I guess I'm hard to quit."

"You seriously think you could fuck this guy tonight?" Miranda asked.

"I think anyone with a mouth could fuck this guy right now," he said. "He's watching the love of his life stroke a big black cock on the other end of the dining room. He is either horny as hell or ****...or both. I think Amelia could fuck him if she wanted to."

"You guys are awful," Amelia said,

"She does need to get laid, it's been months since she David broke up with her," Miranda said.

"It was mutual, thank you," the hostess said. "What was I supposed to do, he was gay?"

"Sorry about that," Beaver said with a chuckle. "So bounce back, go out there and land our cuck. Anyway, you should have sex with at least one straight man."

"He's old enough to be my dad," the younger girl said.

"Oh, like you don't have daddy issues," Miranda said. "I've seen you flirting with plenty of older guys...and you don't even get tips. Plus, you're the one who feels sorry for him."

Amelia blushed.

"Okay, so it's settled, someone needs to fuck him," Beaver said. "Who is it?"

Across the room, Stephen had scooted his chair around closer to Kelly and appeared to have a hand up her skirt.