The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... fine as hell, girl. That dress is fire, like it was made for you! Happy birthday, girl!"

"Well, thank you, girlfriend," Celeste said, liking the compliment and doing a spin as the dress flowed around her.

"Happy birthday, Celeste," I said, smiling with more confidence than I felt trying to join the conversation.

"Sorry, girl, but I got to run. More important guest to greet. I will catch up with you soon," she said, not acknowledging me.

"Oh, definitely, girl! Go do your thing. We will catch up," Temika replied, pushing her off.

And just like that, she breezed away, waving to another couple that was coming in.I held a somewhat strained smile on my face, not sure if she or Tamika had heard me say hello. I felt small.

"Holly shit! What are you wearing, girl?!"

Mrs. Shaw had walked up from our right. Her mouth was open, and she was looking Tamika up and down with a scolding look on her face. "You look amazing, girl, but you know you've got every bitch staring daggers at you right now, right?"

"Well, fuck em, it ain't my fault if they can't pull it off," Tamika replied defiantly.

"I know, right. You go, girl. Show those other bitches what you are working with," Mrs. Shaw said, laughing.

She turned to me, giving me a hug and also giving me a cheek-to-cheek kiss. "Hey, Corey. You look sharp, too. How could you let her come out dressed like that though?" She asked me.

I laughed awkwardly as I said, "Ahh, I tried to tell her it might be more on the ...

... daring side, but she looks really good, and like she said, she pulls it off really well, so I just want to be supportive." My words sounded lame even to me.

"Aww, thanks, baby," Tamika said, hugging my upper arm and turning her head up for a kiss.

I kissed her, still feeling embarrassed, as my eyes rose to look at Mrs. Shaw, a smile forming on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she observed us.

"Aww, I just adore young love. It always warms my heart to see it. Come, y'all, I got a table with some of the girls over there," she said, pointing to a table near one of the corners of the hall.

The women on the table were the middle-aged sort with a chip on their shoulder. Women who weaponize condescension and hostility to cover up past heartbreaks and hurts. The conversations were mostly gossip and men bashing. I kept silent, hoping to be invisible and not draw their attention to myself.

"Ain't that the truth, girl!" Mrs. Shaw said, in response to one of the ladies assertions, that men were just about what they could get from a woman. "Mika's got a good one, though. Corey here ain't like all those deadbeat types. He's a nice guy. Ain't that right, Corey?" She asked me, smiling.

"Yeah," I managed to reply. "I try," I said.

"Well, I am happy to hear there are some good ones, and you got yourself one, Mika," the woman said, looking at me suspiciously and skeptically. "You make sure to stay a gentle man for her and toward all women. Heaven sure knows we need more ...