1. The Cuckold Entangled


    Date: 8/20/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byoldmantang 

    Dear Reader,

I have always wanted to write a cuckold story, and this is it.

It's not a "Revenge of the Cuckold" or "How the Cuckold Got His Groove Back" type of Cuckold story. It's the opposite of those; if it's not your thing, I will advise you not to read and move on. If you do not heed my words and blow a fuse, I cannot help you.

It's not written to please everyone. It's written for a specific audience that enjoys this type of story. I consider this smut. 100% smut. There is no good, bad, or morality to the story or any other smut I write. It's not supposed to be realistic; it's smut. This is fantasy.

Enjoy.

The Cuckold Entangled - The Shiver and the Tingle.

My relationship with Tamika was a web. One of my own making and of my deepest and darkest desires. A web that was then shaped and reinforced by her own desires. And I was hopelessly entangled in the mix of the acute pleasures that were the fulfillment of my dark desires and the torment and pain required by such desires.

I had grown up in a middle-class suburban lifestyle, with both my parents scholars and white-collar workers. I was the typical black kid who got accused by inner-city black kids of being too proper. I was the normal middle-class black guy.

Tamika, on the other hand, was more of a city girl. I knew her family was different from mine—not as stable or conventional. Her father had been in and out of her life. She did not talk about it much, nor did she like to talk about her ...
    ... upbringing, so it's just not something we got into. She, however, liked to hear about mine, and I like to talk about it, so we focused on it a lot, especially at the beginning.

My attraction to her had been strong and instant. Not only had I found her physically stunning, she had the confidence, body, and worldliness—all characteristics that were often staples of the black starlets in black entertainment I grew up watching and fantasizing over. She was the unknown, the somewhat forbidden, the mysterious, and I was smitten.

The fact that she was interested in me to the point of actually seeking out my company made me feel like the luckiest guy in the world and extremely flattered. I knew it was definitely not the norm, but an exception.

We met at a young professionals mixer. I had already graduated from college about a year and a half ago and was working as a junior system analyst.

She was in her second year of a master's program in political science.

About five feet five, she had an hourglass figure with C-cup breast, wide but proportional hips, and heart-shaped buttocks. She had on a stylish and classy cream sleeveless blouse, form-fitting jeans, and stilettos, which enhanced her features.

I was instantly smitten by her beauty, but most especially by the combination of the infectiousness of her smile and her confident and bubbly personality.

Believe it or not, she had first approached me, stinking up a conversation. We seemed to have just clicked, as a few ...
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