The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... event she was going to that very night or that she and some of her friends were going out dancing. What made these even more of a mind fuck was that she never got angry; she was just distant.

I would usually get pictures of her and her friends, their outfits hot and salacious, throughout the night, updating me on how much fun they were having. The pictures with guys in them were especially tough to handle, but that was not the worst of it. The worst of it was the double-edged nature of it. I always felt obligated to respond to the text to tell her how hot and beautiful she looked in the pictures. She would respond by thanking me, telling me how sweet I was, or sending me kiss emojis.

I would usually get broken down a notch by these occurrences, my subconscious noticing and putting two and two together, making me bend more to her will so as to avoid a repeat.

The one such event that finally broke me was when she wanted to redecorate some of the shelves in my home. She asked me to move my collection of comic-book action figures from the shelf. I chose not to, telling her I had been collecting them for years. That day was a Wednesday. She did not argue with me but soon told me that she would not be able to stay over that night like she usually did because she had a busy day the next day. She had to go prepare for a presentation for one of her courses. I felt my anxiety start to build as we exchanged a kiss and she left my place.

I could not reach her the next day ...

... despite multiple texts and calls; I only received a short text around noon Friday that read,

'Been super busy, babe, sorry. I'm okay. Ttyl'

My anxiety was full-blown at that point, and I tried to call her right then, but she still did not pick up, so I texted back.

'Hope everything is okay, babe. I just miss you and wanted to hear your voice.'

I got no response, and by that evening I was a mess, waiting for about nine forty-five, which was when we usually talked on the phone before going to bed on nights we were not together. ButI wouldn't even have that. I got two texts from her at about seven-thirty that read,

'Aww, that's sweet, baby'

I guessed that was in response to my last message.The second text read,

'The girls and I decided on a last-minute weekend out-of-town girls trip. I'm about to leave! So excited! I will be back Sunday night. Ttys'

The text had a selfie attached with her and three other girls, two of whom I was somewhat familiar with as her friends, and the last, which I had not seen before. They all had big, excited smiles on their faces and were all dressed to the nines. They looked like they belonged on the set of an R&B or hip-hop music video.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, all the energy leaving my body as I sat down, sinking into my sofa.

I felt absolutely defeated, knowing I was not going to get her on the phone. My paranoia was kicking in, my mind telling me that if I called her, I would be the butt of a joke with her ...