Silently bear it as she gives your boyfriend a handjob in front of you

After watching the elegant hands caress your boyfriend's dick you feel sick acceptance sink in. Too embarrassed by the idea of her knowing you'd been blowing your boyfriend you resign yourself to watching as she does what your hands should be doing.

Slowly Jacob begins to respond, seemingly taking your lack of objection as confirmation that you want him to do this, and to your shame he even begins to hump her hand.

"I knew you'd like this. You do don't you?" Lindsay asks your boyfriend innocently.

"Oh yeah," he grunts, his words stabbing your heart. "It's like a dream."

"Good to hear it. I was afraid you might be dating someone. I should've known a guy like you wouldn't want to be tied to one pussy."

Try as you might you can neither filter out her words nor look away as his dick grows hard within her pumping fingers. Maybe it's the situation, or maybe it's her technique, but you can practically see his dick pulsing as she continues the handjob.

It doesn't take long before he stiffens and pushes into her hand. You move away, not wanting his cum to touch you from something like this, and hear the spattering sounds of his cum striking the bottom of the table.

Lyndsay milks Jacob's penis for a few moments, then drops it and pushes away from the table.

"Something to remember me by. Call me."

"O-okay," Jacob pants, and you hear Lindsay's heels on the floor as she walks away.

For a long moment you stay as you are, your guts churning as you muster the nerve to emerge.

"Have you decided what you would like?" the waiter asks a moment later, having approached on silent feet.

"What? Oh, uh, give us a few moments," Jacob tells him.

"Of course," the waiter says, and leaves. Or at least you hope he has left, because you feel like you have to get out from under the table right then to get some air. And answers.

Averting your face you scramble into your chair and clench your hands into fists. Relaxing them you try to decide what to do. Last night you'd let a group of men gang bang you, and today a girl jerked off your boyfriend in front of you. Can you really object at this point?

"So, decide what you want to eat yet?" Jacob asks with a wide grin.

Realizing that he thinks you wanted that to happen flummoxes you, and you're not quite sure what to say. 'after Saturday...' she'd said, and you begin to wonder if maybe Jacob has been cheating on you. The thought changes the ache in your heart to an angry churning of your stomach and you suddenly feel the need to know.

But how?