This is a new series exploring the beginning of a cuckold relationship. If you are offended by cuckolding, cheating woman, or submissive man, please save yourself from the grief and read something else.
As always, all the characters are over 18. Please leave feedback and vote.
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Chapter 01 - That's why they call her the tarnished Mia.
It was a party thrown by a friend of a friend where I saw Mia for the first time. Her smile and dimples ignited a flame I hadn't felt before. I couldn't get my eyes off her. The way she talked with her hands while explaining something was adorable, and her personality exuded kindness and openness. I lacked the courage to talk to her, so I subtly tried to position myself so she would see my ogling. Real subtle, I know, but that was my tactic with women.
When our eyes met, she gave me that smile I had been admiring. Her gaze was captivating, and the green eyes with a hint of gray looked gently through me. The heavy, dark eyeshadow accentuated her already beautiful gaze, making it deep, and the dark lipstick on her full lips made the combination irresistible. I guess from my part, it was love at first sight.
I never had any of those qualities that make women come to men to make the first move.
I simply wasn't that guy.
At 27, I was still inexperienced in many ways. I wasn't a virgin or anything like that, but I had had only one serious relationship and not too much experience with women in general. I hadn't ever been the one to look for one-night stands, not that there had been too many opportunities for those. I was the kind of guy who wanted to fall in love.
When she hugged the woman she had spoken with goodbye, it would have been my chance to go and talk to her, but before I had the time to contemplate the idea or gather the required courage, she came to me. Believe me, it was the first time any woman has done that.
"Hi, I'm Mia," she introduced herself. I was surprised as she seemed shy. She blushed a bit, and her smile was tentative. I immediately felt a connection with her.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Alex." I took the hand she offered. As we looked into each other's eyes, I was ready to learn everything about her.
"I thought maybe you wanted to talk with me, since you looked at me for so long."
"Yes, I did. Sorry about the staring." I was a bit embarrassed, "I just never have the courage to come and talk to women. Especially someone who has as beautiful eyes and smile as you."
I admit, I had planned and practiced that line.
"Oh, wow. You know that's the first time anyone has said something like that to me. Normally, men are far more plain-spoken and skip the pleasantries. Especially with me."
I looked at her and I could understand why she had that experience. She had a pretty face, beautiful in my opinion. She was a bit chubby and had noticeable curves in the hips, thighs, and bust. Especially the bust, and she didn't hide it. She would undoubtedly draw sexual attention from men.
"You have a beautiful smile. That was the first thing I noticed in you." I said shyly, still looking into her eyes. She smiled like she couldn't believe what I had just said.
"You want to go outside and talk?" I asked.
"Yes, I would like that very much."
When we headed to the backyard, she took my hand, and a warm feeling shivered through my body when I felt her touch.
We sat in one of the corners where we could talk in peace. She told me she is currently studying sociology at the local university and is involved in some voluntary work in her free time. I told him about my work at a startup company focusing on AI. When I mentioned the possible applications of my work to her field of study, she was super interested in learning more about it.
It felt like we had a mutual interest in everything we discussed. She surprised me with her intelligence and her ability to see things from different points of view. It seemed almost too good to be true, to be able to connect with someone like that. I secretly hoped she felt the same.
All the time we talked, she either subtly brushed my leg with her fingers or we held hands, and it felt natural. There was nothing sexual about it. It felt more like we were exploring the possibility of a soulmate or love residing beside us. At least that's how it felt to me.
We must have talked for more than two hours, and it felt like I could go on through the night with her, just listening to her thoughts and ideas.
"We definitely need to see each other again and talk more," she said at one point, smiling that shy smile of hers. It took all my courage to ask her what had been on my mind since I saw her.
"I have been thinking, are you single?" I felt stupid asking that since we were holding hands, but I needed to hear it.
"Yes, I am. And you?"
"Yes." I managed to say before some guy interrupted us. He was calling her from the patio door. She smiled and waved at him before turning back to me.
"I need to go and see my friend. Would you wait for me?"
"Of course," I said without hesitation, glad she was eager to continue the conversation.
"I'll be right here waiting for you," I said, and she surprised me by kissing me softly. She held her hand against my cheek for a while, and we just looked at each other.
"I really like you, Alex." I think that was the point where my heart melted permanently.
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I waited for at least an hour. I walked around the yard and the house but didn't see her. I began to think she had left. I felt sad since I would have wanted to continue our discussion, and I had wanted to ask her for a real date.
Then I saw the woman whom she had talked with when I first saw her. She was talking to someone on that same sofa.
"Excuse me, have you seen Mia?"
Hearing my voice, she turned to me with that 'who the fuck are you?' -look at her face. That was the gaze I was used to getting from women. She looked like one of those Instagram wannabe models who had nothing genuine about her. Nothing like Mia.
"I think she's busy right now." She answered, smirking.
"Oh, okay. If you see her, can you say Alex is looking for her?" I asked politely.
She didn't say anything and turned back to her friend, so I continued, "I had such an interesting discussion with her that I would like to continue it." I was hoping she would understand this was important for me. She measured me for a while with her looks.
"Tell you what, Alex. I think I saw her going upstairs. I'm sure you can find her there."
"Okay, thank you very much." When I turned to leave, they started giggling.
I headed up the stairs and heard voices from behind one door. I knocked, but no one came to open it. Now, you need to understand that I heard the sounds, but I didn't comprehend what they indicated before I opened the door. I froze when I saw her.
She was on all fours in the middle of the bed, naked. Mia, the shy woman I had already become infatuated with, had a hard cock in her mouth and was eagerly sucking it. The cock belonged to the guy who had called on her from the patio door. Like that wasn't enough another guy was fucking her from behind making her moan with each thrust, producing the sound I should have registered before I opened the door.
She noticed me and smiled. Those lovely dimples and that same captivating, gentle gaze looked straight at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"Hi Alex," she said, wiping saliva from her chin. "I'll be right down. Can you wait for me downstairs?" She kept stroking the cock while she asked me that. She just said it like she was just going to fill the washing machine before coming down. Then she swallowed the shaft again, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.
I backed away and closed the door. I could hear her voice echoing to the hallway as I walked downstairs, "Oh, God, fuck me hard... I love your cocks."
I should have left. I tried, but I couldn't, so I sat back on the bench and waited. Why? I don't know. I was mortified, but I just couldn't make myself leave. I needed to talk to her.
Maybe half an hour later, I saw the guys coming out laughing and patting each other on the back like they had done a good job. Mia stepped out of the house right after them, and when she saw me, that same smile appeared on her face again, and she headed in my direction. I didn't know how I felt anymore, but still, I wanted to be close to her and talk to her.
"Thank you for waiting. You are so sweet," she said and kissed my cheek with that same mouth that had just sucked another man's cock. She was like nothing had happened. She took my hand and sat right beside me, like she had never gone anywhere.
I thought she would explain her behavior, but she just continued right from where we left off. As I listened and looked at her, I noticed getting immersed in our discussion again.
She was like no one I had ever met. She didn't mention anything about what had happened upstairs, and for some reason, I didn't ask.
"Could I walk you home?" I asked her, when we had been talking for over an hour again, and I noticed that some of the guests were already leaving.
"I would love that," she said to my surprise.
She took my hand as we walked to the hallway. I helped with her coat and opened the door for her.
"You want to take a taxi?" The weather was getting chilly, and I thought it might be more comfortable for her.
"I would like to walk, if it is okay with you. You can keep me warm," she smiled. "There is a coffee shop nearby, maybe we could eat something over there, I'm starving."
"Sounds good to me." When I felt her pressing her body against mine, leaning toward me as we walked, everything felt right. Even the things I saw earlier somehow faded into the background. She radiated some kind of invisible force that drew me to her.
We continued our pleasant conversation while drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. The way she was able to draw me into discussions about different subjects was almost magical, but I did realize we had talked about everything except ourselves. Then she once again caught me off guard.
"You know, Alex, I have never been able to be the person I am with anybody..."
I was convinced that now she would explain her behavior earlier, and I felt almost disappointed. I had begun to hope we wouldn't need to talk about it, because I feared it would destroy the connection we had.
Then she continued. "...to be able to be yourself with somebody, that means everything to me." She dropped her gaze, and there was a sad tone in her voice. I knew that on some level, her words referred to the situation I had witnessed upstairs, but I didn't know how to react or respond. I reached over the table and took her hand, and we just looked at each other for a while.
Then she shook her head like trying to get rid of the darker thoughts she held inside, and asked me, "Tell me what kind of women you like?"
I was relieved in some weird way that she changed the subject. "Well, I like smart and beautiful women. Women who know what they want, like you," I said quietly, making her smile shyly.
