Ascending Lauren Ch. 10

This narrative is part of a multi-part story that explores the sexual exploits of a Midwestern couple who wanted a change in locale, but are experiencing much, much more. Subject matter includes hotwife/cuckold topics. If you do not care for these types of tales, move on. You are your only enemy if you continue reading.

Those that do choose to continue, please know reading previous chapters will help you better understand the characters and their journey, but is not a requirement.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18.

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November 1st. Four months to go.

Corey Miller woke prone on the sofa in his wife's apartment, initial thoughts pleasant but disoriented. The first thing he noticed was his nakedness. A blanket had been strategically thrown over his backside, likely a gesture from his loving wife. A bottle of water had also been thoughtfully placed on the coffee table. Sitting upright, he rubbed his eyes, and opened the water. Although the powerful gummy Lauren had given him was still very much in control, the sting from the volleyball incident earlier in the afternoon returned with a vengeance.

"Fuckin' hurts," he murmured aloud.

Judging from the long shadows, Corey figured he'd been out for at least an hour. The sun had been high and bright when his wife had given him the best blowjob of his life. Even allowed him to cum in her mouth for the first time ever. Now, the sun was sinking to the west in the late afternoon.

He called Lauren's name. No response. Head in hand, he trudged to the bedroom, then to the bathroom. No one. Did she go back to the pool? That in itself made him uneasy, given who had been there earlier. No, her two-piece was in the sink soaking along with his trunks. Maybe she went to lunch with Amy. But then why not wake me?

A little hungry himself, Corey traipsed out to the kitchen. No bread, no sandwich meat. Christ, she eats like a bird. It was then he noticed a small piece of paper tucked neatly under the flower vase.

"Gone to Jack's. Come if you feel like it."

He grabbed a banana from the counter and peeled it.

Jack? As in "Sir Jack"? The rich entrepreneur?

Corey crammed the fruit into his mouth and drained the water bottle.

Alright then. Let's go mingle with the natives.

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Harvey looked a little put-out as he ferried the occasional resident to the 31st floor. Jack Carter was having an impromptu gathering and had phoned in names of the few neighbors he was expecting. Lauren Miller was on that list; her husband was not. But hey, who was he to split hairs? It was Saturday and the soccer match awaited him at the concierge's desk.

Corey nodded his thanks and stepped off the elevator into the foyer of Jack's penthouse. The Iowan project manager whistled. In construction for over 35 years, he'd acquired an eye for quality materials and this place was top shelf. Italian marble, quartzite countertops, and Roman columns were everywhere. So this is how the Miami rich live. The furniture was ultramodern and colorful artwork decorated the walls, including an abstract of what looked like a couple enjoying a sixty-nine. Definitely a bachelor.

Corey listened for signs of life. Faint strains of a 60s jam band could be heard coming from deeper in the unit. I like this guy already.

A burst of laughter came from somewhere beyond the kitchen, near large glass doors that, when open as they were now, allowed the expansive balcony to become an extension of the apartment. There were four people near the railing, drinks in hand, gazing at the setting sun. Two of them were George and Rachel, the couple from the pool. The other two Corey didn't know. Closer now, another group of five came into view at the far end of the balcony. Corey stopped in his tracks when he saw Tony, still in swim trunks, with an arm around Lauren's neck, a beer bottle dangling loosely from his hand as he talked. Tommy was on the other side, Amy hanging on his thick forearm. The pink bikini was gone, replaced with a loose tee-shirt tied at the waist and forest green capris. They seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation with their host.

As good as Amy looked, Lauren's beauty was even more breathtaking. Donning a low-cut brown leather halter which barely covered the lower portion of her boobs, her jet-black hair was draped casually over her small chest. If she were to raise her arms even a bit, the tiny breasts would be completely exposed for all to see. Below, she had pulled on a simple pair of denim short shorts, the frayed bottoms riding high on her ass, the crotch so tight her cameltoe was clearly on display. Corey shook his head. He didn't know from where she was getting her wardrobe these days, but at 48, and daily trips to the gym, she was still able to pull it off.

The stealthy observer was at a crossroads. He could have strolled out to the balcony, plucked a beer from the bar, forcibly removed the kid's arm from around his wife's neck, and whisk her away.

But he didn't. He didn't do any of those things. Corey simply stood and watched. Watched as Lauren laughed at the boy's whispers, watched as she twisted strands of black hair around her nimble fingers, and watched as Tony occasionally dropped his hand and gave her bubble butt a squeeze.

Rather than cause a scene, he decided to exercise a little patience. See where it would go. Not like he was spying again. After all, he'd been invited. So, he decided to watch and learn, and was glad he did. Every time his pretty wife laughed, put her forehead on Tony's shoulder, or ran her fingers over his powerful bare chest, Corey felt the rush of emotions he so craved. Jealousy, rage, arousal. His cock twitched with excitement.

Fuck me.

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Upon learning of Jack's after-pool party, Amy had pried the executive from the 23rd floor apartment while Corey napped, plying her friend with two yummy gummies. The younger woman had her sights set on Tommy and figured Lauren for her wingman - and maybe more - seeing the latter's history with both men. The edibles were hitting them hard now and neither could stop giggling.

It was no surprise the fraternity brothers were happy to see the two women stroll onto the balcony. At the pool, they had accepted the older guy's invitation, but were beginning to regret it, considering the lack of action and boring hippie music. Upon seeing the girls, they immediately went to them. This time, Lauren didn't bother sidestepping Tony's advances as she had done earlier on the rooftop in Corey's presence. She let the boy's hands roam where they may. Perhaps it was the buzz, or the naughtiness of just having swallowed her husband's load, but there was simply no denying the ripped muscles of the football player felt good against her skin.

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Jack eventually moved on to other neighbors, leaving the foursome to watch the last rays slip behind another high rise. Lauren leaned forward facing the railing, sipping a seltzer. Tony stood behind her, hands on the narrow waist that years of working out had kept thin and taut. It was impossible for her to ignore the bulge from his trunks as he rubbed it into the ass groove of her tight denim shorts. To his delight, she eased back, just a touch, accentuating the electricity that was as much a continuation of the week before as it was now. There were no secrets amongst the friends. Both Tony and Tommy had been with Lauren, and Amy with Tony. They all knew it; none cared.

As the rosy sun gave way to twilight, Lauren reached round and grasped the back of Tony's neck, closing any gap between her naked shoulders and his bare chest. Doing so caused the bottom of the halter to rise, revealing just a glimpse of the hardening areolae beneath. Tony lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned and sucked the thick tongue into her open mouth. Corey tilted his head in awe as he felt a profound change occur deep within. His wife of 28 years seemed so beautiful and content being in the arms of this barely dressed young man. The way she and her lover embraced, the body language as they kissed, convinced the graying husband that he and Lauren had made the right decision for both of them.

In that instant, God save him, Corey had an odd change of heart. Although the kid clearly hoped for a repeat of the limousine ride, the voyeur husband's animosity suddenly turned from one of loathing to acceptance. His heart-to-heart with Lauren had reassured him their marriage - quirks and all - was still on solid ground. She, like him, appeared to be in their relationship for the long haul, no matter the number of lovers she took. So why hold these men in contempt for simply playing a natural role in their fantasies, something he'd hoped for all along? Did he expect her to be fulfilled by yet another aging and tired old man? Or men like these who could get the job done?

As Corey's new attitude swam around in his still stoned brain, so too did the familiar contractions in his groin. He watched as Tony continued to kiss his wife, one hand down the front of her shorts, the other creeping under the halter. At one point, Corey could have sworn he saw an erect nipple. One that had been in his mouth hundreds of times.

Atta boy. Now we're getting somewhere.

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Lauren felt decidedly wicked as Tony's tongue twirled around hers. After all, her husband was downstairs napping, and even though they had decided to continue their "arrangement", it wasn't hard to pick up on Corey's disdain for the fraternity brothers. Why? She distinctly remembers him encouraging them individually to fuck her, to "give her what she wants." So why the aversion? Was he threatened by them in some way, beyond their good looks and prowess? That he could show up any minute made it even naughtier. Heck, the perv might even be watching them right now. That would be so like Corey.

When Tony's hand crept under the halter, she could feel her left nipple stiffen as moist humid air hit it. She moaned with pleasure. Any thoughts of Corey were vanquished. There was something magical about the sunset, the warm breeze, and being in the young man's strong arms.

Tommy chuckled and punched his buddy's arm. "Dude, get a room."

"Pffft, ain't nothin' you haven't seen, bro!"

"Got that right."

Lauren turned beet red and burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering her mouth to hide the embarrassment. She crossed her legs to keep from peeing - one of the unspoken consequences of having children. Standing between two lovers as they talked about her was just too much. What would her friends in Iowa say?

They'd say I'm waaay too fucking high.

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Corey shrank into the shadows as Tony led the friends from the balcony and into the apartment's enormous living area. They stood no more than a few feet away. Had any of them simply looked to their left they would have seen him plainly. But Lauren and Amy were too stoned to notice anything but the boys' arms around their waists, and Tommy and Tony were too busy surveying the layout hoping to discover a pocket of privacy. None were obvious. Noticing a set of chrome stairs leading to a second level, the young men quickly led the girls up the steps. One of them squealed as the group reached the top landing. Seconds later a door slammed shut.

Corey darted to the bottom of the stairs, then quickly to the second floor. He looked down the dark hallway. There were three doors, all on one side. He put his ear to the first. Nothing. Same with the second and third rooms. Now what? They have to be in one of them.

As if on cue, a muffled giggle came from behind the first door. He slinked to it and listened carefully. Another giggle, followed by a series of moans.

He tried the knob. Miraculously, it was unlocked. Corey slipped through and gently closed the door behind him. He was now in a master's chambers, like a sitting room, just outside a bedroom. The noises were louder now, crisper. The sounds of lips smacking were unmistakable.

As he approached the bedroom, Corey could see eight bare legs on a thick red comforter near the edge of a large round bed. The feet were somewhat entwined and moving. He didn't dare get any closer. From that angle any movement would surely be detected. On the other side of the doorway was a bathroom which appeared to be common to both the sitting and bedroom areas. Perhaps that would afford him a better view.

Dropping to his hands and knees, Corey crawled on his belly between the exposed door frame, then sprinted into the bathroom. Once there, he inched to the other bedroom door and peered around the jamb. To his exhilaration, the entire bed was now visible. Both girls were in the middle on their backs, while the boys flanked them on either side.

Tony and Lauren were leisurely kissing, her halter top pushed up over tiny mounds, his fingers plying her erect nubs. Amy and Tommy were laying on their sides, watching the other couple make out, the latter's hand under the blonde's capris, she reached round to stroke his cock through thin swim trunks.

Corey settled against the sink. Couldn't ask for a better seat.

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After several minutes of fondling, Tony and Lauren noticed they had an audience. The young man winked at Amy. "You missed me, didn't you?" he boasted. "Want more?"

Amy nodded coyly and moved closer. Tony leaned in to caress her face, but to everyone's surprise, she didn't go for Tony's lips. She kissed Lauren. With purpose.

As kisses go, the first was a simple lip smack. The second was longer, fuller. Mouths parted on the third, tongues dancing, breathing shallow. Amy sucked on the older woman's mouth with hunger. This was something she'd fantasized about since meeting the dark-haired executive months ago.

Lauren felt a shockwave rock her pussy with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. All the office flirting, the quick touches, the innuendos, the masturbation session, all the wanting something more from their friendship, came steamrolling back into her consciousness as she felt the blonde's lips tug at her tongue. Amy tasted positively marvelous. Just like she knew she would.

The girls melted into each other's arms, kissing franticly, hands and fingers dancing along the contours of their exquisite bodies. Amy was clearly the more experienced with women. She licked Lauren's tiny tits and rolled the hard pink erasers between thumb and forefinger. Deep moans flowed from the coworkers as they became lost in each other's passion.

The men were speechless. Watching chicks in porn videos was erotic enough. Watching them while in front of you was on a whole other level. Their raging hardons told the tale. Corey couldn't help himself. He opened his phone's video app and pressed record.

Back on the bed, Amy pinched and pulled Lauren's breasts, plying them like soft mounds of putty. She reached behind her friend's neck and untied the halter, pulling it away. Lauren mewed as Amy kissed her taut abs. The office manager's breathing deepened as the blonde's mouth inched closer to the Daisy Dukes. She gasped as Amy's hand found the pronounced cameltoe and began applying pressure to the rut.

"Oh!" Lauren moaned, hands on the back of her friend's head, "What are you doing to me?"

Amy said nothing while unsnapping Lauren's shorts. She lowered the brass zipper and bent the flaps of the fly back, purring as smooth pink lips peeked out from beneath.

The secretary lubricated three fingers with her mouth, then carefully worked them into the brunette's shorts until they slid into the fleshy slit, all the way up to the knuckles.

Lauren squealed. "Ameeeee, yes."

Amy bit down hard on the tiny protruding nipples. "Like that, slut?"

"Mmmm."

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? You're all business like at the office, but I know what a little slut you've become. Your husband knows, your boss knows, and now thanks to Steve, probably so does half the IT department. How long before the rest know? You get off getting fucked while your husband sits alone at home jerking off, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes. God help me, YES!"

Corey moaned. He couldn't help it. Amy was unwittingly pulling his levers.

Fap, fap, fap.

Lauren's pussy puckered at the blonde's hand. Amy's fingers were flying now, a busy blur as the executive's fluids drenched everything in the immediate area.

"That's it. That's it, Don't stop. Ohhhh, yesss!"

The well-endowed fraternity brothers looked at each other, cocks in hand, mouths agape. Off...the fucking...chain.

Amy removed her tee-shirt, allowing the large firm breasts to plop back against her bare skin. She slid Lauren's short shorts off, tossing them to the floor. The secretary spread her friend's legs and pulled the tiny ass to her face. Slowly and methodically, the blonde licked the older woman's thighs, working up to the delectable treasure just inches away. Lauren gasped. The first lick sent her squirming. Two licks had her groping and pulling Amy's long golden hair. By the time the youngster buried her tongue in the steaming wet hole, Lauren was a jiggling mess, screaming at the ceiling as the blonde worked her clit.

Lauren rolled her head back and held Amy's head tight against her pelvis. She could feel the tip of the tongue burrowing its way deeper into the fleshy canal.

"Gawd, oh don't stop. Shit, Shit, right there!" Ohhhh!"

The young blonde was getting into it. She'd been with a few girls, but none tasted as sweet as this woman, 22 years her senior. The salty juices from Lauren's quivering slit coated Amy's mouth as it slid down her throat.

Lauren writhed as Amy worked the sensitive nub. "Good, good...oh fuck! Christ that feels...oh my God! Oh my God! Yes, yes! Just like that!"

Arms flailing about the bed, Lauren's hands groped for anything within reach, pillows, Tony's arm, Tommy's leg, Amy's head...anything.

"Awe, don't stop, don't stop. OH SHIT!"

The young woman continued to feast. Slurping sounds were quite loud now. Amy's middle and index fingers joined her tongue in the assault.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!"

Lauren thrashed violently, legs kicking, squeezing the blonde's head between her wet thighs, hands gripping Tony and Tommy's legs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ohhh! Ohhh!, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! Nnngggghhh, aaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeee!

Immeasurable pleasure exploded from the mature body, hips arching upward as shaking hands attempted to drive Amy's head clean through her pelvis. Lauren pounded the mattress with both fists as she peaked, a final flood of juices squirting into Amy's mouth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Lauren panted as her breathing slowed.

Fortunately for everyone, she would not be allowed to rest.

Amy leapt on top of her and into open arms. She needed to fuck the office tart NOW. Sucking her friend's nipples, her fingers walked along the soft tan thighs until they found the older woman's clitoris. Amy rubbed it between her thumb and middle finger, using the other digits as leverage against the bald and slippery labia. Lauren moaned loudly, caressing her friend's back.

"Yessssss. Oh, Amy, yes."

The women took their time to grope, probe, and learn each other's bodies. It was not hurried, just delicate and raw. Tommy, Tony, and Corey watched in silence. All three were now masturbating furiously.

Fap, fap, fap.

Gradually, the girls picked up momentum. Amy pinned Lauren to the mattress and straddled the brunette's waist, just above her thin hips. Using deliberately long and slow strides, the young blonde slid her smooth pussy along Lauren's belly. Doing so left clear, wet skid marks on the tanned skin.