Ascending Lauren Ch. 03

After a few minutes more of watching this obvious flirtation, Corey polished off his drink and began walking towards the bar. Lauren was the first to notice, and began running towards him with open arms, screaming his name. This caused several of the revelers to briefly look their way. Flinging her arms around his neck, she rocked back and forth, kissing his face all over. She was obviously several drinks ahead.

"So glad you're here! Come, I want you to meet the neighbors!" she said with glee, leading him back to the circle. After introductions to several couples who had gathered around, Lauren finally stopped in front of the three men who minutes before had been so eager to touch his wife's skin.

She introduced Tommy, explaining how he had rescued her from the clutches of the killer pool just days ago. Then to "Sir" Jack, who had been her knight in shining armor, helping her out of "a jam or two" since she'd been there. Lauren smiled slightly towards Tommy as she said this, causing him to quickly avert his eyes. And finally, Waylon. The men took turns shaking Corey's hand, welcoming him to Miami.

A good conversationalist, Corey quickly melded into the gathering, helping himself to a beer from a bucket on the table, and joining in the various discussions as the happy hour extended into two. Eventually, neighbors started drifting away. It was a work night for most. Lauren, excited to have Corey back, was eager to get him alone. She waited patiently, however, as he, Jack, Waylon and Tommy held court on the latest college football rule changes. Finally, she tugged on her husband's arm, suggesting they go have dinner. The men exchanged final words, with Corey thanking them for keeping an eye on his wife in his absence. Hearing that, Lauren had to suppress a small cough as she pulled him away from the group. They've been keeping an eye on me, alright.

The couple walked to the elevator landing, arms around each other's waist. Lauren jokingly asked if they should go to her place or his. Moments later, the elevator was descending towards the 23rd floor. Alone, Corey gently pushed Lauren's back against the rear wall, cradling her face, as he began to kiss her. "Three fucking months," he whispered as he sucked on her neck and shoulders. At first, she made no attempt to quell his advances, then noticed the blinking light affixed to the ceiling of the lift.

"Um, we might have an audience," Lauren mentioned, pointing at the camera.

"We can only hope," Corey replied, his hands roaming under the sundress.

"You're bad," she scoffed, pushing him away and smoothing her clothing, then promised, "we'll settle this later."

Corey reluctantly backed off, grinned, and extended his middle finger towards the small, all-seeing device in the ceiling.

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Primed by the numerous happy hour drinks, the pair quickly devoured the specially prepared homecoming pasta dish. After a lengthy video conference with both daughters, Corey took a shower while Lauren made quick work of the dirty dishes. Shower completed, the 61-year-old settled back against the bed's headboard, hoping to continue what he had started in the elevator. Minutes later, Lauren slipped into the bedroom, shot him a brief smile, then quickly disappeared into the bathroom, latching the door behind her. Assuming she was taking a bath, he grabbed his tablet and began thumbing through local restaurant reviews, hoping it would not be a long soak.

Several minutes passed before Corey realized he was not hearing any running water. He was about to ask if everything was okay when the bathroom door unlocked. Turning toward the sound, he watched as his gorgeous bride of 28 years stood in the doorway, one hand bracing herself against the side jamb, the other on a hip, creatively trying to recreate a pose familiar to anyone who has ever leafed through a men's magazine. If that wasn't enough to cause his jaw to drop, she had donned the outfit worn the night of the pub crawl. Tanned legs wrapped in smokey grey, thigh high stockings, short taut black leather skirt resting just below the tops of her curvy hips, and the gunmetal mesh crop top pulled tightly over the top half of her upper body, revealing tight and muscular abs. Only this time, with there was no bralette, allowing her small breasts to be plainly visible, nipples poking through the open eyelets. The silver choker collar was there too, and far below were those 3-inch corset heels pulled tightly across her feet.

"Fuck me," Corey managed to spit out, setting his tablet aside.

Lauren answered by simply nodding in agreement as she seductively closed the gap between her and the bed. Placing one heel on the mattress, she used both hands to slowly unzip the side of the skirt. Corey sat mesmerized as the lacy top of the stocking became visible. He tried to touch her exposed thigh, but Lauren brushed his hand a way, wiggling an index finger at him in disapproval. The skirt looser now, she was able to pull the thin sheepskin material up to her waist, revealing a naked and neatly trimmed bush. Pivoting onto her husband's hips, she ground her bare bottom into his crotch. Corey looked deep into the vixen's eyes. They glowed with a fire he had not seen since the early days of their marriage. What had become of his wife, the mother of his children, whose sexual urges lately could be measured only in financial quarters? Lauren lifted his wife-beater over weak shoulders, tossing it onto the floor. Leaning over a graying chest, she twisted the silver hair that covered his soft pectorals, thumbing at his nipples, which responded immediately. Corey quickly shimmied out of his boxers, a growing erection springing into view.

"I need you in me," Lauren announced and wrapped a hand around his shaft. She positioned her hips over the six-inch cock and guided it into her waiting pussy.

Corey moaned uncharacteristically loud, surprised at how good the wet hole felt closing around his throbbing member. He felt the tugging action as Lauren slid her hips up and down his mid-section, cranking his cock like a lever on a slot machine. Back and forth, sliding in deep, then quickly out again, Corey could feel his orgasm mounting. What the fuck? It had only been minutes! This can't be happening. Fearing he would blow any second, he tried to slow Lauren's pace, but she was too immersed in having a cock in her to notice. In fact, she lengthened her stride, causing his shaft to be driven even further into her gaping hole. He tried to hold it, but the sensations became too much as he erupted inside his wife, spilling a good two weeks of semen into her womb.

Lauren felt the hot gooey mass shoot into her, catching her off guard. She knew Corey didn't last long these days but hadn't expected him to come that quickly. Sitting up, Corey's cock deflating inside her still pulsating slit, she let out a small sigh, trying to disguise her disappointment. Corey detected her frustration. He couldn't blame her. They hadn't seen each other in 12 weeks, and he popped off before even getting sweaty. "I'm sorry, babe," he apologized. "Your pussy feels so unbelievable, I couldn't help it."

Lauren smiled weakly and shifted her legs, causing his now soft dick to plop out of her sperm coated box. Not having had sex in 3 months either, she wanted to at least try to come from having a hard penis inside her. It became her mission to get him hard again.

Switching to a kneeling position, she leaned over and began kissing his mouth and face, slowly working her lips down to his neck. One hand on his sticky, shrunken cock, the other working over his nipples, she addressed each area with determination, willing his cock to spring to life again like a snake charmer. After much moaning on Corey's part, but no signs of returning hardness, Lauren had an idea. A very nasty, naughty idea.

Laying her head on his belly, face towards his, she began to lightly rake her fingers across her husband's chest. "You said you wanted to talk about those pictures, the ones from the night of the pub crawl?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, but we don't have to right now," Corey ceded, still embarrassed by his minute-man performance.

"I want to. There are things you need to know."

"Such as?"

Lauren locked onto his eyes. "The band photos, those were staged, you know, for your benefit. Amy got the guys to agree to a few fan photos. They wanted us to stick around, but we decided that probably wasn't a good idea. The guy feeling me up on the dance floor? That wasn't as orchestrated as you might think. By the time we got to that bar, I was on my way to being full on drunk and I'd been perved on all night. That's no surprise, considering I was wearing this whore costume. But all that attention made me horny, and when he got frisky, I was ready to let him. I'm glad Amy took that sequence showing his hands on my breasts and ass. I told myself at the time that this is what you had set me up for, so you should see the results of your volley. I have to admit, I was really getting hot while he was fingering my nipples. Had he taken things a bit slower, I'm not sure how the rest of the evening would have went. But the asshole went for my pussy right there on the dance floor, and I wasn't about to get finger-fucked in front of 50 people. Amy and I left right then."

Corey stared down at his wife as she pulled at the white hair on his chest. Had she ever said "pussy" and "finger-fucked" in the same sentence before? He remembered her throwing out some of that during the phone-sex but figured that was a drunken, one-time thing. "Go on," he encouraged.

"So, next we went over to the club and wound up in the premier suite with the owner, Max, and Myles, a big-time investor around town. In fact, he's a client of my firm. By that time, I was really drunk. The photo you saw was posed by Amy to give you a little thrill."

Corey cleared his throat and paused. "Amy is aware of...?"

Lauren didn't want to answer that question, at least right then. Deflecting, she tweaked one of his nipples with her thumb and forefinger, causing him to groan in pleasure. She continued.

"After the pic was snapped, we smoked some pot. That's when things got a little bit crazy."

Lauren went on to explain how Max had kissed her, she kissed him back, and they necked for a while. With each new detail, she could feel Corey's limp cock beginning to twitch against the back of her head. Slowly but surely, it was gaining mass again. Pushing herself off his chest and back to a kneeling position alongside his hips, she could see his penis was bobbing again, coming to life. Her idea was working.

"How crazy?" Corey asked, barely audible, imagining the impeccably man in the picture caressing his wife's body, kissing her on the mouth, the neck, and breasts.

"Max figured out pretty quickly I was married, which wasn't hard to do, I mean, my wedding ring and all. He apparently knows all about the hotwife lifestyle, and believed I was out on the town to indulge. Of course, he was more than happy to help out and have himself a little fun too."

Corey raised an eyebrow. "Where did you learn about hotwives?"

Lauren smiled slyly, "You'd be surprised what I've learned over the last week."

Corey moaned as the shaft of his dick pulsated and bobbed its way to full mast. Lauren put both hands around the base and began gently tugging.

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Anyway, he used my hand to free his cock from his slacks. I let him, and I'm glad I did. It was beautiful, not all that big, but it felt hot in my hands, and I was so, so high. I just went with it, stroking it from tip to balls, while our tongues danced in each other's mouths."

"Holy shit. Did he come?"

"That part didn't last long enough. Besides, he wanted more, pushing my head down towards his crotch...to, you know."

Corey gasped. "Did you?"

"No, that's where it ended. Amy and I left soon after that. But maybe I should have sucked his peni..uh, dick. Like this."

Gathering her long black hair so it wouldn't obstruct his view, Lauren bent down, licking Corey's chest and nipples, gradually working her way down past his pudgy belly. Reaching his pubes, her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, feeling the coarse hair tickling her chin. She could smell and taste the same semen that had dripped out of her pussy minutes ago. Strangely, she was not as sickened by this as in the past. Corey gazed lovingly at his raven-haired wife as she prepared to go down on him. He mustered a grunt of gratitude, knowing this was something she had never been fond of doing.

Corey watched closely as Lauren lowered her mouth around his growing member. She was careful to envelope only the tip at first, rolling her tongue around the mushroom-shape head, understandably a bit apprehensive. Slurping the remainder of his stiff cock into her mouth, she worked over the fleshy worm with her tongue and jaws. He put his hands on the back of her head, pushing it further down into the depths of her throat. She continued working his dick like a pro. All those years of being repulsed by having a penis in her mouth seemed to melt away. The more Lauren sucked, the more aroused she became.

When at last she tasted the pre-cum oozing into her mouth, it was time to change things up. After one final long draw on his shaft, Lauren let his cock pop out from her jaws like a lollipop. It bobbed in the air like a buoy in rough seas. After carefully removing her leather skirt, taking care not to tear the thin material, she straddled his meaty hips once more, guiding him back into her eager hole. Throwing her head back, hair whipping about wildly, she began to crank his dick like a lever again, keeping it in perpetual motion. The couple locked eyes and began moving together in tandem, their bodies becoming one. The more athletic of the two, Lauren being on top was a natural. She liked being in control and setting the pace. It also felt so damn good. So much, in fact, that she thought that Corey's cock just might actually get her off this time.

As she continued her rhythmic ride, she became concerned that he would not continue to stay hard, especially since he had come once already. She had to keep him hard, she just had to! Recalling Amy's advice - use your dirty words - she turned things up a notch.

"Did you miss fucking me?" Lauren asked, grabbing at his chest, panting.

"You know I did," Corey whispered, his hands sliding under the mesh crop top to the small breasts bouncing in front of him. Did she really just ask me that?

"You didn't mind those guys wanting to fuck me?"

"Who could blame them, dressed the way you were?"

"That's not an answer. Do you want me to continue to dress like that, so men will assume I'm out to get laid?"

Through the fog of his buzz and arousal, Corey reflected on the implications of his answer. Was that not the core of the fantasy he wanted Lauren to share with him? The long, low groan that crawled from his throat definitively answered the question she already knew the answer to.

Corey hissed back at her. "I see you've made some friends since I've been gone, you little vamp. I saw those guys hovering around you tonight, touching you every chance they got. Neighbors, huh? How convenient. I bet there's more to that story too, just like there was with Max."

Lauren felt a rush of lust spread through her body, involuntarily causing her head to jerk backwards and arms to quiver. Composing herself, she leaned over Corey again, allowing her lavender scented hair to dangle in his face. He watched in amazement as her eyes lit up behind those sexy bangs.

"Maybe," she replied coyly. "The frat boy, Tommy. He's already asked me out, twice. And Jack wants me to go for a ride in his fancy sports car."

"And?" Corey pressed, grimacing as he enjoyed the feeling of Lauren's pussy bearing down on his cock, rocking it back and forth.

"And I turned them down, of course! I would never do anything without your permission."

"And if you had it?"

Lauren giggled playfully, "Well Jack is awfully nice, and Tommy is just one hot college stud, so..." She could feel the cock in her convulse and shake. The bawdy dialogue was certainly doing the trick.

"I had a dream the other night," she lied, the tale forming in her head as she went. "I came back to Iowa to visit and went to your worksite looking for you, but no one seemed to be there. The construction gate was open, so I walked to the main trailer, where I thought your office would be. I knew I had found your desk when I saw your engineering degree above it. But you were nowhere around. As I was about to leave, Jerry and Dan opened the trailer door and walked in. They had been out in the yard."

Corey stared intently at his wife's face above him, wondering where this was going. Dan and Jerry were a bit younger than he, both divorced, and had been his co-workers and friends for years.

"They were surprised to see me there. Said you were on the other side of the site and would be back shortly. While I waited, we chatted about our families. They invited me to sit in a chair, but I opted for the edge of your desk. Everything seemed normal, but I could tell they were looking at me differently. We had been to each other's houses for barbeques and holidays, and they had always been the perfect gentlemen. But this time, they were looking at me like men look at a stripper. You know, leering."

Corey nodded his head. He had to admit, Lauren was getting pretty good at this. First the phone sex, now this. Two for two.

Her eyes closed as she continued to spin the yarn in her mind, her hips increasing their velocity. "They looked at me like wolves, said they knew our secret, that you had told them of your little kink, and I was onboard. I wasn't afraid. I've known these guys for 20 years. Just never seen them look at me that way. At first, I was mad at you for telling them, but then I decided to give you what you obviously wanted."

"What...did...you...do...next?" Corey asked between heavy breaths.

Lauren changed positions, sliding her feet up alongside his hips. This was no small effort with those three-inch corset heels still attached. Supporting herself with hands on her husband's legs, she leaned back and opened her thighs wide, allowing him a good view of her pussy with his cock halfway in.

"If they already thought I was a whore wife, why not play the part? I lifted my linen skirt and spread my legs. They stared at my lacy pink panties beneath. I could see the tents in their pants. Jerry tried to touch my knee, but I slapped his hand away. I would never do anything without your consent. Then I saw you peering in through a filthy, dust covered window, watching. We stared at each other for the longest time, then you nodded your head. That's when I pulled Jerry's head between my legs and began to unzip Dan's slacks."

Corey grabbed Lauren's leather heels on either side of his waist, giving her the leverage needed to continue sliding her pussy up and down his cock unabated, ensuring all six inches of him disappeared with each down-stroke. Oddly, he felt as if he could go all night. It had been at least 15 minutes now and he was still going strong. Reclining against her husband's knees, Lauren continued to assault his cock, working their hips in unison. The next 25 minutes saw the mature wife vary her positions, from being prone so they could kiss to sitting squarely on his hips, bouncing up and down. The more Lauren shared her fantasy encounter in the dingy construction trailer, the harder Corey seemed to get.

The couple's breathing was quite heavy now, both grunting and panting as the physical part of the sex reminded them of their age. Lauren continued to blurt out details as they popped into her head. The men clearing off Corey's desk, laying her back, eating her pussy, sucking on her tits.