Cuckold Guy

TW: Non-consensual acts, fat shaming, cheating, & cuckolding.

Hello! I am your narrator for this episode: a faceless author who should probably go to therapy. I will describe to you the horrors you're about to read involving Television's most beloved family between 2005 to 2010. You'll be asking yourself, "What kind of crap is this?" and "This author should get banned!" but the most prominent thought will be, "Why am I getting turned on?"

Without further ado, here's Cuckold Guy.

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The Griffin Family had their usual days of chaos, but this one could never be topped. It was bigger than the Giant Chicken fights, bigger than when Stewie made his time machine, and it was definitely bigger than Lois' triangular nose that Peter poked fun at one evening.

"Hehehe, look at it, it's like half of a sandwich!" he teased while sitting on the iconic purple couch, "Nom, nom, nom! I'm gonna eat you, Sandwich Nose!" After mimicking a large bite, he made a sour face and said, "Eww, gross Lois! Your nose sandwich is made out of boogers and entitlement."

"Brian, can you turn the TV up so I can pretend I'm not part of this family?" the miserable housewife said to the family's talking dog, who somehow had opposable thumbs to complete this task. It was then that Peter and Lois' teenage daughter, Meg, had burst through the front door more exhilarated than the first man who discovered McDonald's Sprite.

"Oh my God, you guys! I can't believe I actually got it!" she squealed.

"Let me guess, a boyfriend?" Lois snickered, "Let's see how long this one lasts..."

"Nice try, but you're not gonna bring me down," the brunette smiled through her mother's cruelty, "I just won two tickets to Sleep Token's concert!"

"Sleep Token?" Brian squinted up at Meg.

"They're some rock band touring the country. All a bunch of nonsense to me," said the genius baby, Stewie.

Lois was concerned about her daughter attending a rock concert, saying it was too dangerous and satanic. "They're not Satanic!" Meg argued, "They actually sing songs about religion."

"Oh, so everybody's into singing about God now, is that it?!" said Peter, "That's exactly what those Jehovah Witnesses did to me the other day." In a show of supernatural mystery, the patriarch zoned out as he recalled the recent memory in a cutaway. When he was done, Lois continued to berate Meg.

"I don't care who they sing about, it's still not safe to be in that environment. I mean, what if you get run over by a mob or some boy puts something in your drink?"

"You really underestimate me. I've been to concerts before; I know how to handle myself."

This comment really grinded Lois' gears. She stood up from the couch and grabbed the two tickets from her child's hand.

"Mom! What the Hell?!"

"Maybe if you've never been to a concert, I would've considered. But to lie to me all this time..." she gave up on her sentence to start a new one, "You can survive missing this one." The two women rushed up the stairs, with Meg pleading to Lois to stop being so dramatic.

The men of the house eyed the women until they were out of frame, and that's when Brian sighed, "Well, that was awkward."

"Ugh, you're telling me," Peter said, "This is worse than the time I went to Barnes & Noble and I found out what "SpicyTok" was." There he went again, losing connection with the present to relieve a memory that had nothing to do with what was happening. Maybe if he used that talent to dissociate from the horror to come, he would still be our jolly, fat idiot.

Once Peter was released from the cutaway, he went upstairs to check on his wife, who was placing the tickets in a drawer underneath a stack of her underwear. "Uh Lois? I thought you were gonna throw those away."

"And miss out on Sleep Token?" her raspy voice reached a high-octave as she danced in place, "If anyone's going to that concert, it's going to be me! I was so devastated when all the tickets sold out online, but now this is my second chance! I wouldn't wanna miss that lead singer's ripped muscles..."

Peter's mind connected the dots, "Wait, you just pretended to be mad with Meg so you can steal her tickets? Well well well, looks like my wife is smarter than she looks."

"Huh?"

"That sound fantastic! I'd be happy to go with ya. I don't have a cool outfit to wear though..."

"That's okay. The concert is this Saturday; we have all the time we want to shop for new clothes!"

"And what about Meg?" the fat man asked, "Wouldn't she suspect something is up with us being gone?"

"Pfft, so what?" Lois sneered, "What is she gonna do? Stop us? We're the parents!"

"We are? All this time I thought this was a Life Simulator and the concert was some code to wake up." Judging by the look on his wife's face, Peter knew she was beyond done with his lunacy. But there was someone even more upset at that moment; someone who stomped away from their slightly open door and into her brother's room.

Chris was sitting at his desk, sketching in his notebook, when Meg entered in a huff. Instinctively, the blond boy closed his book and whipped around to see who invaded his privacy.

"Learn to knock, will ya?!"

"Sorry Chris, I just can't believe what mom just- ...Are you drawing?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised too. The writers of this show seem to forget I like that."

Meg shook her head, "Anyway! I can't believe what mom just did! She stole my concert tickets so she could go instead! I heard her when I walked past her room. Every time I think she's trying to change, she proves me wrong."

Chris could understand his sister's anger, but he was equally upset about why she needed to tell him about it. "Why don't you just take them back?"

"I'm sure she must've hidden it somewhere, and if I try to go through her stuff, she'll know I tried searching and it'll all be for nothing. Besides, dad is in on it too. With both of them guarding those tickets, it's hopeless." With that information in mind, Chris thought of a way to help his sister get what was rightfully hers. "If only someone else could get them for me. Someone who wouldn't look so suspicious going through mom's things..." Meg trailed on.

"You know what? I have a solution," Chris said.

"Really?" Meg rushed to hug her brother, "Oh thank you, Chris! I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, Meg! I'M not going to do it!"

"What? But Chris-"

"But I know people who will," Chris explained, "I have some new friends who'd be willing to get those tickets for you, so long as you make us those awesome cookies I love."

"Chris..." the brunette groaned, "There's no way our parents would allow your friends into their room."

"Sure they wouldn't, which is why they'll sneak in! We pretend there's a home invasion, and they'll be too scared to do anything!"

This plan was so genius it was stupid, but Meg didn't have any other option. She'd do whatever it takes to get back those tickets. A little invasion was enough karma for her sneaky mother.

For the next couple days, Meg noticed her parents going out for long hours and coming home with lots of shopping bags. Those tickets included a backstage pass to meet the singers in person, so she was positive her mom was going to try and do an outfit change after the concert so she wouldn't be so sweaty when she introduced herself to them- that bitch.

It felt like forever before Friday night arrived, but once it was here, Meg was ready to steal back her well-earned tickets. Being caller number 69 on the radio wasn't easy, and the teenager wasn't going to let all that hard work be for nothing. She waited till she was sure Peter and Lois were asleep, then told Chris to call up his friends and make sure they were dressed in all black with ski masks.

They were invited into the home, all three of them. Each had bulging muscles and a height that nearly matched the length of the door. For a split second, the scorned teenager worried these were actually robbers. But her pussy trembled regardless. "Woah..." she gasped, "I-uh...would you guys like to...eat my cookie?"

The trio eyed one another before Chris ran out of the kitchen with the plate of pastries. "They're fresh and bursting with flavor!" he grinned with a bead of sweat trailing down his face. The guys silently accepted a cookie and chewed in place, meanwhile Meg noticed that there was only one cookie left on the plate.

"Chris! What happened to the others? I made like 20 of them!"

"Let's just say, I'll be in the bathroom all night."

After reviewing the plan, Chris rushed up the stairs to lock himself away, while Meg stayed in the living room and popped her headphones in to listen to music. She thought it'd be best to be as far away from the action as possible, so her parents wouldn't even dare to accuse her of anything. They often spun stories so that somehow Meg was at fault, and she was tired of it. Sure, this incident would definitely be hers to blame, but one lie compared to the plethora they spewed was harmless- right?

There was one thing Meg forgot to ask Chris though; where in the world did he meet these guys? They didn't look like they were in high school, and even if they were, it was impossible such burly black jocks would consider hanging around a dork like her brother. But, no point in complaining, for her concert tickets were soon to be hers!

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Welcome back to our scheduled programming! We're at the point of our story where there may be some triggering topics that might disturb you. If you don't want to continue, that's understandable. But deep down, in the back of your mind, you'll always be wondering, "What If...?"

Anyway, on with our story!

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Twas the night before the Sleep Token concert, and Peter & Lois were prepared to rock out in a mass of sweaty adults. The fantasy of rubbing up on the lead singer entered Lois' subconscious as she slept. Her middle-aged vagina soaked inside her panties just thinking about it. Beside her, Peter's fantasy involved each singer being a pillar of chocolate that he ran up on stage to eat and the audience ran away in fright.

"What? Is this not what 'eating someone out' means?" he stared at the imaginary camera before chomping away at the singer's white chocolate head.

"Ahhh..." he sighed contently as he slept, his penis hardening as he went on to gobble the guitarist's nuts encased in his dark chocolate skin. Their immersive dreams would be broken by the trio of wannabe thugs that were staging a home invasion, thanks to the guidance of Meg & Chris, who planned all of this just to steal back concert tickets. I've never seen such hard work to get something back since all those Americans trying to restore Roe V. Wade.

"Mmmh, don't mind me, I'm just gonna take my bra off," Lois mumbled in her sleep, "Ohh, you wanna hold it for me? I won't say nooo."

"What a weirdo..." one of the black robbers whispered upon hearing such a random line.

"Don't worry about it. Just get the tickets and go." the second said. He started with Lois' personal drawers, as that seemed like the most logical place to hide something. The top drawer was like a bomb had exploded and scattered jewelry inside.

"Geez, definitely not in there," he opened the middle drawer, stacked with neatly folded panties. There was a faint perfumed smell that came from them, like visiting an old person's house that's always stocked with Strawberry Bon Bons and Werther's Originals. "Not here either-" the second guy was baffled at this, but not more than when the first thug thrusted his hand in the pile of panties, "Dude, what the hell?!"

"The tickets wouldn't just be on top; they'd have to sneak it between the clothes. That's what my mom did back when I wanted to see Slipknot." his large hand tossed panties left and right; some were typical granny panties for Lois' unwanted visitor, but most lacked any fabric at all. String thongs, colorful lace; they were all so dainty and clean.

"Oh my God! What the hell is going on?!"

"Crap!" the second thug cursed. He and his partner-in-crime found Meg's mother sitting up in bed, shouting at them going through her belongings. Fortunately for them, they had a third member who hurried to the screaming woman and got on top of her, throwing her side of the covers across her husband's sleeping body.

With his legs planted on either side of her, the man pushed his gloved hand against her mouth and her screams were muffled. That fear in her eyes topped with the intense vibration of her screams was sending bolts of lightning to the man's crotch, so naturally, he began grinding his hips against her pelvis. Dark as it may have been in the bedroom, there was enough of the moon's light illuminating them from the window to get a decent look at the victim they trapped.

"No way...this chick's mom is Loose Lois!" the first burglar's heart skipped a beat. He saw all of her movies; he couldn't count how many times he shot his load over her rockin' body.

"There's no way you can tell that for sure- can you?" the second doubted.

"Oh, I'd know that scream anywhere," The first walked away from the dresser to introduce himself to the former porn star. Without hesitation, he turned on the lamp on her bedside table and shuddered in delight at her frightened face looking directly at him with his buddy's hand still clamped around her mouth. The second man of crime groaned, and insisted on still looking for the tickets, now shoving his own hands in the drawer of panties and tossing each one out in urgency.

The intruder sitting on Lois transferred his hand from her mouth to her breast, which was covered in her pink nightgown. He could feel the faint push of her nipple rubbing against his glove. He squeezed tenderly, hardening over her resistance against him. Though she was being violated by his hand, she kept her attention on the standing male that gazed upon her so lovingly. "What is it? You want money?" she cried, "I have lots of it. Just let me call my father and-"

"You really think we're that stupid?" he interrupted, "We don't want no money." From there, he released his erection from his black sweatpants, bobbing a 12-inch black cock in front of her face. He got closer and grabbed the back of her head, caressing the thin strands of her autumn leave-colored hair. He proved what he wanted through action, thrusting himself past her lips and inviting his cock down her sweet, warm tunnel of a throat.

Lois, stunned into submission, hadn't felt such a long member poke at her uvula since her days with Jerome. God, how she missed those times; they were certainly more exciting than the nights she suffered with Peter- the little shrimp dicked prick. What a horrible husband to be sleeping through her assault, but as the strange man released his first load of cum into her mouth, the housewife wasn't in such a rush to wake Peter up.

The standing man pulled out from her mouth, slowly enough so he could witness every string of cum break away from between them. "Still don't have a gag reflex..." his cock reignited in hardness, "Come get a load of this, man! Before I have seconds," The person he was speaking to was struggling to remain in control of himself. All of the panties were scattered on the floor, but no tickets. He had a strong sense they were there! Now his head was swelling at the thought of needing to check more areas. "Fuck..." he cursed, and he went over to speak with the infamous woman.

"Where is it?" his tone grew deep, uncaring of the man still fondling her breast, which was now unsheathed from the nightgown.

"What?" Lois squealed in her seagull-like voice, the cum around her lips drying up, "My wallet is over there," she gestured.

"Not the wallet. The tickets."

Lois paused as the realization kicked in that her daughter must've been the one to orchestrate this. She should've been furious. Disappointed that Meg would commit such an act, but the normal reaction was lost upon her. Lois could only eye the second man's bulging erection from his sweats and licked the drying cum from her mouth. "Why...how about you give me a cavity search and find out?"

"What the hell?" the second black man felt his skin burning from the question.

"That's Loose Lois, for ya," the first man said, fully recovered from his orgasm.

The third took this question as an invitation, as without words, he went under Lois' gown and tugged at her soaked panties. She let him throw the garb off her legs, and he positioned his cock against her entrance. In one thrust, he sunk himself into her non-virginal cunt. His balls were the only things left of his genitals left out in the open, but even they weren't without contact. The sensitive skin rubbed against Lois' cheeks, their light curly hairs tickling the older woman.

Lois broke out in a merry scream; like she had been walking in a desert for days without water and she finally found a river of clear sustenance to dunk her head in. The intruder that claimed Lois' pussy grabbed her thick thighs and spread them apart to give himself more room to thrust.

"Ohh God, ohhh yes! YES! Give it to me. I needed this so badly!" her arms threw themselves above her head, and she unveiled her second boob from her dress so that the gown only covered her midsection. Her stomach was a point of ridicule from Peter who'd poke fun at her stretch marks, so she didn't fuss over it being covered.

"Oh fuck yeah..." Loose Lois' number one fan stroked himself in front of her face, envious of his teammate for snatching her cunt for himself. As for the second thug, he debated his own morality upon watching this spectacle.

Lois wasn't even his type, but the enthusiasm she had accepting his friend's aggressive cock was fascinating. Fear should've been the only thing that coursed through her blood, but the longer his friends fucked her, the more she acted like this was some sort of bachelorette party where the wife-to-be had one last ride before being tied down forever. Her creamy hips thrusted back into the next guy's cock, who finally had a turn once the quiet one unloaded his sperm in Lois' fertile womb. Her gown was now off her body, leaving her completely bare, but her next lover whispered compliments to reduce her insecurities.

"So goddamn beautiful. I've wanted this pussy for years."

"Oh yeah?" Lois moaned, "You want to be fucked by a white woman?"

"Of course..." he slammed his penis hard against her plump ass, riddled with red marks from occasional spanks, "Need me a snow bunny to tie me down. Have me one of them mixed kids."

"Ohhh tell me more!" she threw her head back, thrusting somehow harder against him, "I'll be your sugar momma, as long as you keep that black dick erect!"

"Say again how badly you want my cock."

"Mmmh yes! I wanna play you like a joystick on a controller!"

It was then, finally, a shuffling came from the other side of the bed. The fat man turned back and forth, and then he sat up, rubbed his crusty eyes, and saw his wife with another man. Petrified, he scurried out of bed and into the corner of the room, crying out loud enough for everyone to notice.

"Lois! What the hell are you doin?!" his eyes watered. His first thought wasn't to think his wife was being raped, but that she was openly cheating on him. She did say during an argument that she'd rather be assaulted by strangers than have sex with her own husband.

The only person not interested in defiling the redhead stormed towards Peter, who was crying yet his penis was hard as a rock. "Where are the tickets?!" the thug yelled.

"What?!" Peter shivered, covering his flabby tits as he assumed he would get violated next. But no one wanted his fat ass.

"Concert tickets, dammit! Where did your wife put them?!"

Peter pointed towards the panty drawer, "T-t-there! Just take 'em! Just please leave me alone!"

That drawer was checked thoroughly, so the intruder guessed he was lying. At this rate, those tickets would never be found. The man grabbed at his ski mask, tempted to throw it off so he could run fingers through his curls as a way to relieve himself of this chaos. He swore up & down through the entire dictionary of swears, regretting the choices he made up to the point to be stuck here.