Ascending Lauren Ch. 15

Seriously? And it's been weeks since he's fucked me?

He saw it in her eyes and felt the shame.

"I'm sorry, babe."

Straddling his hips, Lauren kept trying, grinding her shorts into the once venerable dick. Her hands fisted it, gently tugging at the loose skin. Nothing worked. Frustration began to set in. At his age, she didn't expect him to be a Jax, but it would be nice if a husband could at least get it up for his wife.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whined.

"Me too."

"Then what's wrong, babe?" Her annoyance was showing. "Don't you want to make love to me?"

"I'm trying."

"You manage to get hard for Chloe."

"We both know that was because of you and your stud-on-a-stick."

"I see. So, the only way you can get it up now is seeing me fuck someone else? News flash...there's not always going to be someone else around."

This was not going well. And certainly not helping solve the problem at hand.

"That's not true! It's just that you guys were so hot together."

Lauren scoffed and rolled off him.

"And you wonder why I fuck other men."

"And you wonder why I call you a whore!"

"Go to hell!"

She almost made it to the bedroom door before Corey blocked her way. Something in him snapped. He didnt know what, but he could feel it. Grabbing her hair, he used it to drag her back to the bed.

"Oww, Corey, what the fuck? You're hurting me!"

"Isn't that what you like, slut? So, it's okay for my best friend to rough you up, but not me? Oh, I'm gonna fuck you alright. Fuck you like the goddamn whore you are!"

Ripping off the tank top, he pinned her flailing arms to the mattress and peppered her face and neck with sloppy, imprecise kisses.

Lauren struggled mightily, her body squirming under his weight, shocked by his overt actions.

"STOP! JUST STOP!"

For the first time in his life, Corey Miller slapped a woman. She cried out in astonishment when the back of his hand contacted her cheek.

"You PRICK!"

"BITCH!

The second backhand struck the opposite cheek, this time much harder, turning her head.

"FUCKING CUCK!"

She tried to keep him from pulling off her shorts but lost that battle too. Corey ripped her panties away and shoved three fingers into a very sopping wet pussy. He tap, tapped, tapped her clit with one hand, and slapped her tiny breasts with the other.

"Like that, bitch?"

Lauren sneered at him, still struggling. One hand kept fucking her as he raised the other for yet another strike. She spit in his face.

"LOSER! Needs other men to fuck his wife 'cause he can't!"

SLAP!

Tears streamed down her reddening face. She reached up and grabbed his ears, pulling them hard.

"Corey, PLEASE STOP..."

"No way, slut. You want to get fucked, and fucked you'll get."

Corey pinned her arms and mounted her with rock hard dick. To his surprise, the fight began to diminish as outrage appeared to turn to lust. Slowly, her cries of protest were replaced by soft whimpers, and she opened her legs to accept him.

"Yesssss," Lauren hissed, hips wiggling upwards to meet his.

He snaked his tongue into her mouth. She gently bit it.

"Do it. Fuck your slut wife!"

And he did. With one quick motion, Corey plunged all six inches into her. Both gasped.

"Oh, Lauren!"

"Mmmmm, Coreeeeee."

He pushed in and pulled back, slowly, wanting to last as long as possible.

"Gonna fuck you good, babe!"

She moaned loudly at the first deep thrust.

"Gonna fuck you long!"

"OH YES!"

The second thrust caused Corey's eyes to roll back into his head. Soooo much better than the gym socks he'd been relegated to!

"DO ME!" Lauren demanded.

As his pace increased, so did confidence in his stamina. She sync'd with Corey's rhythm, and they began their lover's dance, panting and grunting. Her pussy was dripping now, providing all the lubrication his cock needed. As their bodies writhed as one, Lauren's lust grew, her eyes on fire. To Corey they seemed...unnatural. Clawing at his back like an animal, she dug her nails deep into his skin. He was quite sure they were drawing blood.

"Damn, girl!"

"FUCK ME!"

"I am!"

"HARDER!"

"Umpfffff..."

Lauren's body was in overdrive, a primordial desire out of control. Without warning, she laughed maniacally and pulled the pulsating cock out of her pussy. The next thing Corey knew, she was on her belly and thrusting her ass in the air.

He smiled, taking the cue. Doggystyle was one of his favorite positions. Sidling up behind her, he carefully aligned his cock with her juicy labia.

"Not there," she said, shaking her head violently. "Here."

Reaching back with both hands, she pulled her ass apart, providing an unfettered view of her gaping brown hole. The implication of what was being offered caught him off guard. What? That had always been a no-fly zone.

"Are you sure?"

"Do it before I change my mind."

Unsure of how to proceed - he'd seen lots of anal porn, but never experienced it - Corey gingerly placed the head of his circumcised dick against the puckering crevice. Eying her asshole, he couldn't help noticing how it resembled an inverted volcano, with tiny wrinkles of skin fading into the abyss. This is sooooo crazy.

Not wanting to injure, he gently pressed the head of his cock into the small opening. An inch of it disappeared, but not without resistance.

"I...I don't know, it's pretty tight."

Lauren giggled. "I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be that way. Get the lube."

Corey scrambled to the drawer where The Chairman was kept and grabbed the KY. After lathering up, he grasped her hips and guided his thin greasy member into the once forbidden hole. This time, it slid in easily, nearly halfway.

"Oh fuck," Lauren gasped, preparing her knees for what was to come.

Encouraged, Corey went deeper, slowly, until his balls touched her pussy. The feeling was incredible, like her whole being had swallowed him, the sphincter collapsing around his cock like a black hole. Nothing escapes was the thought that popped into his head. As strange as it sounded, he was almost afraid to move.

"Now what?"

Face down in the sheets, Lauren tittered.

"Really? What do you think, silly?"

Corey eased back, but not completely out. The compression around his shaft was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Slowly but surely, he began to rock back and forth, building speed. His main concern was hurting her, but growing moans of pleasure told him he had nothing to fear. Relaxing, he began to enjoy it too.

I'm in her ass! I can't believe I'm actually in her asshole!

"Oh YEAH, baby, pack that shit!" Lauren howled. Apparently, she'd not forgotten Juan and his epigram. "Treat me like the slut I am!"

The sheer decadence of the moment caused Corey to lose it - again. Slapping her ass hard, he grabbed a fistful of his wife's long black mane, jerking her neck upward, her back arching to accommodate the strain. Driving his cock into her rectum as far as he could, he became the Neanderthal she needed.

"NASTY WHORE! You been fucking around on me, haven't you?"

Lauren laughed again. She knew what he wanted to hear. "You have no idea, Twisty. Soooo many men. So much dick."

Corey almost came but kept his cool. She moaned with desire. Unlike with the Latino, her husband's cock actually felt good in there. No pain, just fullness, likely due to the smaller size and a healthy dose of lube. The latter was allowing for frictionless spearing of her small anus, but introduced a lot of air, producing a phenomenon not unfamiliar to those who've experienced anal pleasures.

Fffffffttttttttttt, her colon queefed. Then again.

The couple had to slow down the first few times to stop laughing. But that didn't last for long. Lauren continued to ground her ass into his undulating hips while he drove his cock deep, one hand on the small of her back, his balls slapping her taint repeatedly.

"Let the neighbors hear you, SLUT!"

She cried out, a loud howl reverberating throughout the small apartment.

"What do they hear when I'm not here, whore?"

"No, Corey, don't make me tell you," Lauren bayed. "Please don't make me."

He slapped her ass cheeks again. "TELL ME SLUT!"

"Every night, Corey, they hear me get fucked. Every...single...night. They know their names by now too, babe. Tony, Tommy, Amy, Max! I beg them all...please, PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE MY LOSER HUSBAND CAN'T!"

Corey grimaced as the heat from his swinging sack began to rise. His imagination was running amok.

"How many?"

Lauren laughed as his cock pounded her.

"I...I can't count that high."

"Oh shit, baby, no."

She could tell he was getting close.

"Countless men, Corey. Countless have taken me right here in this bed. While you jerk off at home, they've laughed at our wedding picture, especially when they spew their hot spunk deep in my whore wife pussy."

It was too much. Corey couldn't hold it together much longer. The sight of his cock impaling her asshole, the gradual discoloration of greasy lube, and the unique aroma wafting up from the persistent queefing was overloading his senses.

"Gonna cum," he wheezed. "Good god, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it, babe, blow in my ass."

"AAAAHH...AAAAHH...AAAAHHHHHH!"

"Just like all the rest have."

"OHHH GAAWWWDDD LAAAAURRRRRRENNNNNNN!"

His orgasm hit quickly, flooding her bowels with thick, steaming semen. She could feel the warmth exploding in the tight, confined space, the blowback squirting out of her ass and onto the sheets. Crowing loudly, Corey bent over his wife's body and shook uncontrollably. No longer able to bear his trembling weight, Lauren collapsed, ramming her face into the mattress. Panting, he lay on her back with his cock still inside her smelly hole, both trying to recover.

"You...you like that, baby?" she asked with a whisper, squeezing a sore sphincter to milk the last bit of cream into her.

"Damn, that was amazing."

"So, I've heard."

Corey rolled to his side, taking his dick with him. It was plastered with cum and dark bits of matter. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We're here to try new things, aren't we? That was a new thing."

"But..."

Lauren put a finger to his lips. "Enough. Now take me shopping. I need a new dress for the party."

He wanted to pursue her previous statement, but gave in, giving her a very apologetic look.

"I hope...I hope I didn't hurt you earlier. I'm sorry. That was not me."

Lauren slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom, pressing her thighs together to save the carpet from any dripping goo.

"Well, maybe it should be. You were fucking amazing."

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"Wowsa," Corey let go a low whistle as his wife posed in a heavenly one shoulder, hourglass bandage dress.

He was now glad he'd agreed to go shopping that afternoon. The red rayon and spandex blend hugged the contours of her lithe curves splendidly, ending at the knees. Festive and coquettish, but not over-the-top. He especially liked the full-length back zipper, the bright silver contrasting nicely against the blood red material.

Lauren turned this way and that, evaluating it in the full-length mirrors. "It's perfect."

"Yes, it is, but isn't it a little too, um...flirty...for a work function?"

"It's a party you old fuddy-duddy," she called out from the dressing room, "and I'm supposed to be entertaining the client."

"Wearing that, you may very well be the entertainment," Corey goggled.

Lauren exited the changing room and brushed by him on the way to the sales counter, a hand grazing his crotch. "Like you would mind," she winked.

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After leaving the store, they walked hand-in-hand down the boulevard, window shopping, and drinking milkshakes purchased from an ice cream shop. Pausing at a small pocket-park nestled between some buildings, the pair sat on a bench and watched last minute Christmas shoppers scurry past. There was chatter about Corey's new job, and musings about what kind of car he should get. Lauren told him about Caroline's upcoming visit and how much fun it would be. For just a few blissful minutes, they relished in being the old Corey and Lauren, married with children, and staunch Iowa State football fans. And yet, as tends to happen to longtime couples, the conversation eventually fell off, leaving them to fill in the gaps with their own thoughts.

"You know," Lauren finally broke the silence, trying to prepare him for the inevitable. "I may have to get a little flirty with my customers tonight."

Corey took a long draw on his straw and turned to her. "Sex appeal creates business opportunities. You do what you need to do help your cause."

"Whatever it takes?"

"Yes, whatever it takes."

"Will that bother you?"

"Should it?"

"Well, you are my husband."

"Correction," he countered, stabbing the frozen concoction with a plastic spoon. "Tonight, I'm your personal assistant."

Lauren scrunched up her face. "Ooh, so that means you have to do everything I say!"

"Yes, mistress," the amused project manager chuckled.

"Good, then right now, mistress says we do more shopping!"

"More parties?"

"No silly," she giggled, hugging his arm. "Never can tell when I'm going to be asked out on one of those dates you're just dying for me to go on. And if I do, I intend to have fun. Lots of fun."

Corey stopped slurping the shake.

Jesus.

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If that day proved anything, it was that the petite wife from Des Moines was now a bona fide, grade-A cock tease. They visited several more stores, where she would make a beeline to their slutwear department, gather arms full of clothes, and disappear into the dressing room. In keeping with her commitment to ratchet up the cuck meter, Lauren pranced out in various outfits, one by one, fixing him with that sultry look of smoky eyes beneath black bangs. She'd asked his thoughts, then promptly announce that his opinion really didn't matter since he'd never see her in any of them anyway. At one point, she sat in the poor guy's lap wearing tight blue jeans and a nearly see-through bodice. Her hair fell tantalizingly over those small breasts that were straining to pop out the lacey top.

"She anything you like?" Lauren whispered, detecting a hardness in his crotch.

Spellbound, Corey could only nod.

"Good," she replied, hot breath blowing on his cheek, "then so will they."

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To his surprise, Lauren wore the new jeans and translucent top right out of the boutique, having bought them without changing back. A short time later, she led Corey down a side street where some of Miami's most eclectic shops were located. Vinyl records, gourmet coffee, and adult-themes seemed to be the block's forte. Some even specialized in sadomasochism. The native Iowan couldn't believe they were allowed to be this close to the main drag. In Des Moines, you had to go to the other side of the tracks to find places like these.

They quickly browsed through a few of the quirkier outlets. Corey loved the looks Lauren was pulling in her new tight clothing, literally right off the rack. To his delight, she wasn't done modelling, either. For the next hour, he got to watch her try on an additional variety of unmentionables, ranging from babydolls to teddys. She even very briefly pranced around the dressing area in a black bodystocking, nipples and bald slit just visible through the tight mesh. How far you've come, dear, Corey thought, from the girl that hesitated to go topless on Myles' yacht.

The chatty salesgirl at that fine establishment noticed their matching wedding rings and offhandedly predicted an evening of amour for the couple. Lauren sneered and simply swiped her card. "Possibly, but not with him."

Corey's cock quivered as the clerk suppressed a snicker. She knows.

Indeed, the girl did. Working in lingerie apparel, she'd seen more than one cuckold in her sales career.

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After rummaging through a few more stores, they came to a storefront with heavily tinted windows and a simple red neon sign proclaiming they were open.

Beatitudes was stenciled in small letters on the glass door. Videos, Toys, and More.

Against weak protests, Lauren pulled her husband through the entrance, giggling. Inside, a pale blue light illuminated walls of yet more sexy clothing and an assortment of electronic gadgets.

"Man, they ain't kidding when they say and more," Corey nudged her as they wandered the aisles, browsing the offerings. A few men doing the same would periodically look up when they heard her comment on a product, like a dildo or strap-on.

Towards the back of the store, the couple eventually came to a dimly lit corridor. Above it was a small sign.

Premium Adult Video Booths

On either side of the hallway, there appeared to be several full-length privacy doors.

"C'mon," Lauren whispered, tugging Corey down the hallway, "I want to see."

As they moved to enter, a thin, almost sickly-looking man in his 70's sitting at the front counter cleared his throat.

"Eh, yeah, so there's a twenty-dollar rental fee per booth," he said, pointing at a plaque above his head. "Up front, and that doesn't include the dollars for the loops."

Corey sheepishly walked to the front and gave the man a twenty, plus another to break. The clerk gave him change and held up five fingers. By the time he got back to where he'd left Lauren, she had company. It seemed the painted-on denim jeans and lingerie top had attracted somewhat bored patrons, who were now checking her out under the auspices of perusing rows of DVDs. Corey smiled. Seeing the way those pervs were eyeing his wife was worth the price of admission.

The pair crept down the corridor cackling softly until they reached booth 5. Slipping inside, Lauren was taken aback by how barren it was, almost like a prison cell. Easy clean up, she presumed. A video screen was embedded at one end, held in place by an anti-theft bracket. On the other wall, metal shelving was bolted to the steel frame, apparently as a makeshift stool. She took a seat next to Corey as he fed the automated bill taker.

The first dollar brought up a random film, one with a not so attractive women taking it from behind by an equally unappealing man. The second dollar got them an actress that was somewhat prettier. Corey felt Lauren lean into him, one hand on his arm, the other on his thigh. By the third dollar, they had all but abandoned the bad porn on screen and were making out. With his tongue down her throat, Corey plied Lauren's breasts, twirling stiff nipples through the lacey material. For several minutes they fondled each other, their breathing intensifying. The notion that the previously staid married couple were getting it on in an adult video store was getting them worked up. Especially Lauren, who reached down and massaged a growing tent. She was about to unzip his slacks when she noticed a beam of light coming from a small hole in the opposite wall. It sat about waist high and was sealed around the edges with what appeared to be a rubber grommet.

"What's that?" she panted, trying to get at Corey's dick. "Is...is someone watching us?"

Corey laughed. "Maybe, but I don't think anyone would want to put their eye there."

"What?"

"You've never seen a glory hole?" It was a legitimate question. Half a year ago, he knew the answer would have been an unequitable "no". But these days?

"Wow," Lauren grinned, having seen a few in pornos. "Not very glamourous."

As if to underscore that statement, the couple watched as the light beam was replaced by the head of a very thick penis.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Look!" she laughed, pointing at the opening. "What do we do?"

Several more inches of the fairly meaty shaft appeared. Then more. A cupped hand could be seen just on the other side, beckoning.