The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... going beneath a huge movie screen in the front. The fire added to the low lighting in the room.

Seeting was a low-seat brownish-burgundy leather U-sectional. It was the very definition of a cozy room.

I liked it and was really impressed by the ambiance. It was pretty obvious that she had a tasteful eye for style.

"Mrs. S, I have to say you killed it with the ambiance. It looks great," I said, smiling, my being clearly impressed showing on my face.

"Aww, thanks! I really appreciate you saying that. I'm glad when people notice and appreciate it," she said, a pleasant, happy smile spreading through her face as she gave me a quick hug.

"Definitely, you are welcome," I said, returning her hug and pleased to have scored a point with her. It was always in the back of my mind the importance of staying on her good side, given the amount of influence she had over Tamika.

"What are y'all having?" She asked, heading to the back of the bar.

"O wow! I'll have one of those your world-famous strawberry martini's," Tamika said, smiling and excited.

"Oh, um, I'll just have a rum and coke," I said. I was not a big drinker and did not know much about liquor or mixed drinks. "Nice, keeping it simple, Corey," she said to me with a smile that did not quite match her words. It made me self-conscious that my choice was indeed boring.

She had just placed our drinks, along with a colorful fruity cocktail for herself, on the counter when the chime for the front door went ...

... off.

"Ah! Right on time," she said, smiling. "Be right back; let me go get the rest of our guests."

She got out from behind the bar, making her way toward the corridor. "Y'all, start enjoying your drinks."

I picked up my drink, trying to stay relaxed. I had no clue who Mrs. Shaw's other guest would be, and it was making me anxious. Would it be the catty ladies from Celeste's birthday, maybe even with Celeste included?

Tamika moved close to me as we sipped our drinks and wrapped her free hand around me. I felt the softness of her body, and I could help appreciating the familiarity and comfort it brought. She leaned into me, turning her face up, and I tuned mine down, kissing her. Her lips and tongue took over as she kissed me wetly, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I lived for moments like this; it was part of why she was just irresistibly sexy to me.

The moment was, however, short-lived as I heard the approach of Mrs. Shaw and the new guest in the hallway.

The sounds as they approached were exchanges of jovial banter mixed with heartfelt laughter. With the exception of Mrs. Shaw's voice and laughter, the rest were masculine.

The party walked into the room with Mrs. Shaw leading, a big, happy smile on her face. The rest of the party was made up of Jim Morris and Rick—I recognized them both from Celeste's birthday party—a large older white man that looked really familiar but whom I could not quite place, and another big older man, this one an African ...