The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... using them to feel my throbbing erection. "Hmm, I like that, but I warned you; I'm not reciprocating."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I wanted to do it for you to let you know how special I think you are. Plus, I want you to know, I'm not the type of guy who is just in to get mine and run," I said, smiling up at her.

She looked at me, still smiling but with a misterious look in her eyes, like I was from another planet, something I had taken as a compliment at that time but was now not sure if I should have. I was truly a nice guy, and I wanted her to see that I was different from any of the other types of guys she might have ever dated. It was what I had to set me apart from the type of guys she surely would have dated in the past, I thought at the time.

"Wow. That's so sweet, baby," she finally said. "You know, while we are at it, you should just go ahead and give your new girlfriend her keys to this bitch," she smiled, gesturing to my home.

"Ha ha," I said, laughing. "Yeah, not happening; you have to earn that."

I watched her smile turn into a smirk. "You know, very soon you will beg me to take them," she said.

I laughed again. "You are really full of yourself," I said, trying to make it seem like I found the whole thing silly, but looking at her smiling face and the confidence in it, I felt the strange chill of pleasure run through my body again.

The smile on her face seemed to suggest that she was aware of the feeling, which only seemed to intensify the ...

... feeling.

That night would lay the foundation of our physical intimacy. Performing cunnilingus on her became standard and an expected occurrence, sometimes multiple times in a row. I really did not mind it, as I really enjoyed seeing what I was doing to her and how much pleasure I was giving her. Her arousal in those moments aroused me. But as a few weeks turned into a few months, I started to crack, unhappy that our sex life had not advanced, mainly due to her not reciprocating.

I brought it up with her, and she turned it back around on me, accusing me of being like every other guy. She accused me of not being different after all, saying that all I wanted from her was just sex.

The accusation really stung and hurt. Being perceived as different from other guys by her was very important to me. It caused me to back down, and in a more gentle manner, I implored her that it was not the case. I told her that we were already a couple and I truly cared about her, which was why it made me happy to go down on her and make her feel good. I was hoping that she would see the illogical position of her argument and make her realize that performing oral on me should not be a big deal as I was already going down on her.

Her demeanor softened, making me hopeful. She straddled me, wrapped her hands around my neck, and started to kiss me. We kissed and petted heavily, after which we made our way to my bedroom. She laid down smiling, her head on the pillows, and spread her legs, and as ...