Ascending Lauren Ch. 16

"I'll cuck you straight to hell. I warned you a long time ago, once that switch is on it might not go off. And baby, that light is blazing bright and hot right now."

Those words had cut deep during the cab ride to the airport that night. They sliced through his ears and into his heart like daggers. He barely remembered spending the night on the floor of the concourse or traversing the TSA line. Only when he had settled into the morning flight was he able analyze their bitter conversation. Had she intended the words to hurt or caress? For most men it would have been to hurt, but to those with his kink, context was everything. Given the bitterness of their conversation in which she'd hurled them, they were certainly meant to sting.

Corey's hand shook as he poured a seventh shot. The whiskey was quickly catching up.

Now what?

Did she really intend on dating? There was no doubt his fetish had been talking when he'd suggested such a thing and now he had his doubts. Even though his cock twitched excitedly at the possibilities such a powder keg could bring, the reality was that many men would snatch her up in a heartbeat given the chance. This would make most husband's blood boil, but the thought of losing her just seemed to add to the thrill. Like dangling your hand in the piranha tank, or considering, even for the briefest of seconds while standing atop a tall building, what it would be like to jump. The danger was real, palpable, and very, very arousing.

If Lauren found an emotional connection with one of her trysts, that would certainly take things to another level. The turmoil, jealousy, and envy would be excruciatingly delicious. Even now, the 61-year-old's dick was pressed against his soft cotton boxers, begging to be released.

And yet, how would he ever know she was dating? Corey hoped she would tell him, but who knows how long this silent treatment was going to last? Both of them were bullheaded, and it could go on for a while. He thought about this carefully as he abandoned the shot glass altogether. Only right from the bottle would do today.

Staring at his phone, he suddenly remembered how much Lauren used social media. Hmm. Having never used it before, he fumbled through the app store and downloaded those he remembered as being the "big three." It took him a while -- and a bit more bourbon -- but he was finally able to register and get accounts opened for each. From there, it didn't take him long to find his wife's public profiles. It's amazing how sophisticated the search features are these days. Within seconds, her past public posts began to appear. He gasped when seeing what others had been telling him about for so many months. Snaps on the beach with the friends she'd been slowly accumulating. Selfies with neighbors as they drank wine and watched the sunset. Photos of her at various nightclub, many with men who were taking various liberties with their hands. Surely there had been many more opportunities to sleep with guys than Lauren had ever alluded to. And surely, she had. This then is what everyone else had been seeing. Their friends, parishioners...everyone. Everyone but him. The butterfly was making the rounds for all to see. And what must they think of me?

Depressed, but aroused, his fingers reached down and unsnapped his jeans. Flipping to a pic of her dancing cheek to cheek in a bar with a younger guy, his hand inched further towards his crotch until it enveloped his trembling dick.

If this was her public posts, then what are the private ones like? He pressed the option to send a friend request, not knowing if it would ever be accepted.

Fap, fap, fap.

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It was now late afternoon, and with the locals returning from the Christmas holiday and tourists always abound, real estate on South Beach was again at a premium. By the time the women found a small patch of sand to spread their blankets, they were ready to enjoy a drink and soak up some sun.

Caroline shimmied out of her tee and short shorts, her long legs and youthful body garnering more than a few looks from passersby on the beach. Bustier than her mother, she was close to spilling out of the new yellow two-piece they'd purchased down the street. Below, her ass cheeks weren't faring much better as the high waist bottoms could barely contain them.

Lauren stripped off her street clothes and turned a few heads herself. Nearly identical from afar, their bust size made all the difference. Why her daughters had grown bigger was a mystery indeed, she didn't care. Less for gravity to work with. After handing her daughter a seltzer, the 48-year-old bent over and straightened out an unruly beach towel. Caroline smiled, amused at the surreptitious looks her mom was getting from the men around them. She had to admit, although mama had some miles on her, she was still one very sexy broad.

"Can you do my back," the younger of the two asked, laying on her belly.

Squirting out a glob of cream from the long tube, Lauren began to spread it evenly across the 27-year-old's skin, rubbing the greasy concoction in a circle until it blended in. When she reached Caroline's waist, she used a pinky finger to push aside the top band of the bottoms to avoid stains. That's when the Iowan mother noticed something that forever changed the way she thought of her daughter. There, nestled in the valley just above the crevice of her very pale ass cheeks, was a permanent tattoo of an ace of spades. It was small and inconspicuous, but interesting, nonetheless.

The older woman cocked an eyebrow. Since Caroline wasn't much of a card player, the implication was clear. Hmm. Should she even mention it? After all, the girl was almost thirty and surely had her share of sexual experiences by now. Yet, curiosity got the best of her.

"You, eh, been hanging out with your Uncle Zane and his prison buddies?"

Caroline raised her head off the towel, with a questioning expression.

"Prison buddies? What are you talking about?"

"That's some interesting ink down there."

"Oh that," the girl responded nonchalantly. "Bikers aren't the only ones with tattoos, Mom."

"Uh huh."

A few minutes passed while the women laid on their respective blankets enjoying the warm rays, both feeling the elephant on the beach that was standing above them. Finally, Caroline couldn't take it anymore.

"It's exactly what you think."

Lauren popped an eye open, shielding it from the sun. "Oh, okay," she replied airily. "I didn't know you dated black men."

"Just the cute ones. Does that bother you?"

That caused Lauren to pause. Did it? Not really, I guess. Neither she and Corey had ever been intentionally racist, nor had the topic of the girls dating other races ever come up. Like most parents, they just wanted their kids to be happy.

"Honestly, I don't know. Never really thought about it. Can't speak for your father."

"Given what you and he have been doing, I'm guessing his attitude towards sexual preferences is pretty lax these days."

"Fair point."

Lauren tried to remember but couldn't recall seeing a picture of Caroline's most recent boyfriend. "So, is Bernard black?"

The girl flipped over onto her back and inched down the small bikini bridge of her bottoms.

"Yes."

Another pregnant moment.

"Um, does he..."

"Yes, mother, and every inch of the rumors are true."

"I was going to ask if he lived close to you."

"Oh."

The two giggled beneath their dark sunglasses a bit too loud as the warm sun continued to bake their skin.

This was going to be a fun visit.

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Fifteen hundred miles away, Zane stepped from a borrowed car and pulled his leather jacket tight around his neck. Since Abby had taken the truck in the divorce, his only ride was Betsy, and tooling around on two wheels in Iowa's twenty-degree weather was not something his aging bones could handle. It sucked getting old.

Walking to the front of the house, the mechanic looked for signs of life. There were none, beyond a couple ladders propped up against the sides where Corey appeared to have been scraping away some old paint. He rang the doorbell, hoping his estranged friend would answer.

Inside, the Miller patriarch was still browsing through his wife's social media pictures and stroking his cock absentmindedly.

Fap, fap, fap.

He was just about ready to ramp it up and bring it home when the doorbell rang.

Are you fucking kidding me? Really?

Struggling to get out of the recliner, the very intoxicated project manager stuffed a stiff dick back into his jeans and grabbed the nearly empty whiskey bottle. It would make a damn fine weapon if he needed it.

"Corey, it's me. Open up, it's colder than a witch's tit out here."

Zane could see a dim figure through the frosted sidelights, just feet away.

"C'mon, man, I know you're in there. Why you been ignoring me? I thought we were tight."

Nothing now.

"Look man, it's not like I hit on her behind your back. You set me up, Cors and I only did what you wanted me to, right?"

Still nothing.

"Why didn't you just ask me? I would have gladly obliged you both. I've always thought she's a stone-cold fox. We could have hooked up on your couch for all I care."

Beating off had left Corey's cock hard, and it suddenly twitched again. Always?

"Buddy, listen, I just want us to go back to the way we were. Fishing, seeing a varsity game. It's no big deal, man. We've shared a lot of things, right? It's just sex."

He could see the shadow move again.

"I get it though. You dig when other guys are with her. Whatever. I don't think anything less of you. Passing around the ol' lady isn't anything new with the crowd I ride with."

Zane again listened intently. Not hearing anything, he pounded on the door. "What the FUCK, dude? I'm trying to work things out here. You think this isn't awkward for me too? What do I have to do to get your attention?"

The motion on the other side suddenly got fainter. It was walking away.

The biker punched the doorframe in frustration twice in rapid succession, then immediately regretted it as his knuckles began to bleed.

"SHIT!"

Rubbing his hand, he walked sideways back down the sidewalk to his ride, occasionally turning to see if the door had opened. When it didn't, Zane back quickly out of the driveway and barked the tires as the car sped from of the quiet neighborhood, his middle finger prominently displayed out the window and above the roof of the car.

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Lauren and her visiting daughter had a quiet Thursday evening, strolling up and down the downtown boulevard and eventually stopping in for dinner at the Taffy Snapper. Both enjoyed cooling off with some ice-cold beverages and laughed about their afternoon beach outing, especially the attention they both got from bulging jerk jocks looking to strike up a conversation. Nearly all had assumed the girls were sisters which neither tried to dispel. Caroline past the time by sippubg a gin and tonic and flipping through candid photos she'd snapped that day.

Of particular interest were ones of Lauren with a couple muscle-bound meatheads that had "just happened by". Never before had the younger woman seen men fawning over her mother like that. Sure, she'd grown up watching heads turn here and there, especially at school functions when her smartly dressed mother had come right from work. Thinking back, even her dad's friends did a little leering, though she was quite sure Dad himself was oblivious. Yes, today had provided Caroline a unique view into Lauren Miller, sexy temptress, rather than Lauren Miller, PTA mom. And strangely, being part of that didn't feel strange at all.

"Oh, now this one was cute," she remarked to her mother. "He was drooling all over you. Want to post them?"

Lauren shook her head. "Nah, those guys are oafs. Muscles like that are a dime a dozen down here."

"Well, not where I live," Caroline commented wistfully. "And they seem to be everywhere. But I get ya. Besides, Dad would probably freak. Good thing he doesn't have a clue as to what social media is."

Lauren tapped her phone. "Don't be so sure. I just received some friend requests from him this afternoon."

"From Dad? Really? Wow, he's getting trendy in his old age. If that's true, then he's already seen the pics that has everyone back home questioning your fidelity. The public ones, anyway."

"My fidelity?" the Iowan wife asked mockingly. "I'll have you know that was all just innocent fun. It's not like I'm naked or anything."

"Yah, you keep telling yourself that. And you have to admit, some are pretty damn risque."

Lauren thought back to what her friends Gail and Ellen had ask her during the recent Thanksgiving visit. "You sampling the local cuisine, girlfriend?" That made her smile.

"Hey, I get it," Caroline pledged, leaning in. "You want a clean break, a new life and all that. But what about Dad? What do you think he'll do when he sees them?"

Lauren rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what her husband would do. And he'd use half a box of tissues doing it. Caroline chortled. It didn't take a sledgehammer to interpret that sigh and eye roll.

"Seriously, Mom?"

Lauren smirked. "He's a man. What can I say?"

A look of concern flickered momentarily across the girl's face. "But you still love him, right? I mean, this game you guys play, it is just sex...right?"

"Honey, I can assure you still love your father. He's started this, and it was through his eyes I saw what I've been missing. It's like an auto dealer letting you park your aging Pinto every once in a while, and drive the Ferrari. I still love that Pinto very much and intend on dying behind that wheel."

"And you both truly enjoy this arrangement?"

Lauren nodded. "Yeah, it can be very exciting and kinky. More than I expected."

Caroline sat quietly, sipping her drink, thinking pensively. Slowly, a sly smile crept across her face.

"So, let's send him these pics then."

Lauren squinted. The booze and the sun must have addled the poor girl's brain. Was she really offering to help cuck her own father?

"I...I don't know. You do realize what you're saying?"

"C'mon, it's just innocent fun, remember? If he truly likes to be teased, then why not? Isn't that pretty much what you've been doing all along? And you want to stay in the limelight, right? I mean, you said it yourself, he's a man. Better to keep his wife in his headlights than someone back home."

"Well, I can see our college money has clearly paid off. Are you psychoanalyzing our situation right now, Missy?"

Between Chloe's armchair psychiatry and Caroline's professional critique, Lauren felt sufficiently and unequivocally evaluated. Draining the Long Island Tea, she looked across the table at her daughter. As fucked up as it sounded, the girl was right. The perv would have his dick out within seconds of getting the snaps. Still, they couldn't come from her. She was maintaining radio silence with Corey right then.

"No worries," Caroline smirked again, loading a message to her dad from her phone. First, a couple photos of his sweet, innocent daughter waving. Then both women together cheek to cheek. And finally with the meatheads. Pushing the device across the table, she uttered a soft maniacal laugh that was very similar to her mother's.

Hi Daddy! Me and mom had a great time at the beach today. We met some new friends today. A couple guys were sweet on Mom too. Isn't that funny? Wish you were here! Love you!

Lauren couldn't help but crack a smile and shake her head. Apparently, her daughter was just as twisted as she. With a cackle of her own, she nodded and pressed the blue arrow to send the text.

"I'm so going to hell for this."

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After successfully avoiding Zane Picardo, and overcoming the blue balls his drive by caused, Corey heated up leftovers, then returned to his favorite recliner. There he resumed rifling through his wife's social media posts. To the casual observer, one might think these were just fun-filled photos of male friends, uncles and nephews. But he knew better, and so did her friends here in Des Moines. They weren't stupid.

Looking good, girl, some had posted.

Better get down there fast, Corey! another urged.

Not before I do! his good friend Sean had replied tongue-in-cheek.

Sean? Really?

He took his dick out to finish what the biker had interrupted earlier. Just as he finished applying some lube, a text from his daugther appeared on screen. A nice greeting followed by snapshots. Some were of the girls together, then Lauren on a beach, in her bikini, with what appeared to be several bodybuilders. The kind of shitheads that lived off of their parents' money while drinking mineral water and lifting all day, instead of contributing to society.

We met some new friends today. A couple guys were sweet on Mom too. Isn't that funny?

A dark, sick feeling tightened his stomach even as his limp dick began to grow exponentially in his hand.

Funny?

Surely Lauren wasn't flirting with these guys while Caroline was around? Good god, the girls looked nearly identical, oiled up in their skinny bikinis. The only real differences were breast size, a few facial wrinkles, and varicose veins. And guess who had the latter? Still, the pull they had individually would be incredible, but together, off-the-chain.

Unlike daughter Amelia, the reserved one, liberal Caroline hadn't completely condemned her parents for wanting to have fun. "You guys are empty nesters now," she had said the night her sister was gunning for Lauren. "Why not have some fun? If that means wearing sexy clothes and topless beaches, then so be it."

So it wasn't a complete stretch that mother had confided in daughter and they were forming some sick, budding collusion. Right?

Corey began to stroke faster.

A girl in her late 20s embracing her mother's new, decadent lifestyle, especially given she was young and restless herself!

Fap, fap, fap.

Lauren and Caroline out on the town, being hit on by a cornucopia of virulent men. The latter laughing...tolerating and encouraging it.

So naughty...so...

Fap, fap, fap.

His wife behind a club in a dark alley, blowing a stranger. Caroline dancing with abandon inside, knowing her mom was on her knees, cheating on her dad.

The semen was bubbling just below the surface now and Corey could feel his heart tearing in two. He desperately looked for the sock. Too late, it was on the floor.

Oh shit! Oh Lauren! Oh god!

Huge spasms hit the lonesome husband's body as he writhed in the recliner, mouth open and lips trembling while images of his daughter walking into the alley to find her mother's face being painted seared his mind. The first blast of the thick, conjured cum rocketed through the air and landed across the leather arms of the chair, striping it with its whiteness. The remaining jizz simply flowed lazily from the tip, not unlike a gentle landscaping bubbler found in landscaping, eventually running down the short length of his cock and into his hands.

Corey sat breathlessly trying to comprehend the debased, wicked, and borderline immoral thoughts that had just caused him to have one of the best jerk off sessions ever.

There's no doubt about it, he thought, wiping away the sticky liquid that was beginning to drip onto the chair's seat.

I am definitely going to hell for this.

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December 29th

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The Miller girls spent the next day lounging by the apartments' rooftop pool and open-air bar, sampling various wines while remaining vigilant for any eye candy that happened to walk by. By three o'clock, a nice crowd had thickened to include those unfortunate enough to have had to work earlier. Lauren was just drifting off in the reclining chaise when she heard Caroline groan. Cracking her eyes, she saw her daughter gazing over the bridge of some ridiculously oversized sunglasses, intently eyeing something behind her mother.