The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... want to hit that and run? Are you that type of guy? I did not think so. But I might be wrong," she said, looking at me intently.

I felt tense, dizzy, and disoriented by the blitz of questioning and accusations as I replied, "No, Mrs. S, it's not like that. I will not do that to her. I want to be with her. I can handle it; I want to be there for her, and I will always support her."

I felt a sense of relief, and some of the tension left my body as her face broke into a warm smile. She said, "Well, that's good; I'm happy to hear that. I knew you were not one of those types. You are a nice guy."

We left the office to rejoin the rest of the crowd, but I could not completely shake the dark cloud that now hung over me as a result of the conversation.

Did Mrs. Shaw think I was not committed because of the things Mika had told her? Worse, did Mika? Was my relationship with her in jeopardy? I just could not lose a hot girl like Mika; lightning does not usually strike twice.

I also could not shake the feeling of disappointment about what I felt was another hit to the good guy image I desperately wanted the opposite sex to have of me. I did not want to be lumped in with every other guy with statements like, "You are just like the other guys."

Why did they have these doubts about my truthfulness?

I resolved to try harder, to show them I was different.

Looking back, I believe the party was the start of another shift in the establishment of what was to come in our ...

... relationship.

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I spent that next week planning an elaborate getaway for the weekend for myself and Mika. I purchased her a diamond promise ring and a diamond pendant, which I gave to her over dinner at our getaway. I told her that I had fallen in love with her. I was filled with pride and ecstatic when she said she loved me too.

The whole thing was a hit; she was very happy, smooching me all through the trip, and once again, I felt like the king of the world.

Her wardrobe had since started to change since I met her, becoming a little more sexy and risqué, and what she had brought for the trip was the most of what I had seen in that regard. It was not a really big deal, although I somewhat preferred the former, as I usually got self-conscious when she sometimes drew bold, admiring stares from guys who made me uncomfortable. I tried not to dwell on it too much. I was not going to let anything dampen the good time we were having, and boy did I get rewarded.

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Our sex live advanced that first night! After I had eaten her out to two orgasms, she mounted me in cowgirl, whispering to me that I had been the perfect boyfriend and she was going to fuck me.

I had held my breath, not believing the moment had come and dreading something suddenly happening to push the moment away. It was not until I felt her pussy sliding down my throbbing cock that I believed that it was really happening, and boy, was it everything I had imagined and ...