Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

"Hello, Luke," Lauren greeted her neighbor from the fifteenth floor. Meanwhile, her husband discreetly assessed the thin and gaunt physique of the man. Corey couldn't help but be surprised that Luke hadn't discovered a method to attach a pocket protector to his swim shirt made of rayon.

Really, Laur? Really?

Shifting in the lounge chair, her bikini-clad body glistened with sunscreen. Luke couldn't help but notice her perky breasts, accentuated by the bikini top, as her chest rose and fell with each breath. The sight reminded him of the sauna, where she had been one of the few women ever to offer themselves to him.

"Oh, um, hi," he stuttered, trying to maintain an air of indifference in front of Lauren's husband. Little did he know, the husband was already aware of their past encounter in the gym sauna. "Good to see you...again."

As soon as those words slipped out of Luke's mouth, his eyes widened in realization. "I didn't mean again, like in that way," he mumbled to Corey. "It's not like we've spent any time alone together, you know."

Lauren shifted in her seat, allowing her knees to slightly part and the bikini bottoms to form a tight cameltoe. The young man's eyes snapped to the deep cleft. "Oh, don't be so modest," she smiled broadly, enjoying watching the guy squirm. "Me and Luke have broken a sweat together, haven't we?"

The memory of her wet, meaty vagina gripping his inexperienced cock caused Walters to sprout an embarrassing chub.

The way she moaned, making him feel special...

Letting him take her like a Viking...

Her bare married slit folding around his...

"Oh, uh, yeah," he searched for words, trying to play it cool, "workout buddies."

"Nice to meet you," Corey offered a hand which Luke accepted weakly.

"I gotta go," the anxious resident blurted out, hastily taking leave without even bothering to glance back.

Before either could even utter a word about the awkward encounter, Jack Carter, the confident, middle-aged millionaire with a chiseled physique, stepped up. He greeted his gorgeous neighbor with a warm smile, eyes lingering on her luscious curves, before turning his attention to Corey.

"Hey there, Kyle."

"Corey," the project manager corrected him sharply, his annoyance palpable. The guy's tight yellow trunks hugged his perpetually tanned skin, calling attention to a bulge in his package that was undeniably impressive. Is everyone in Miami hung like fucking stallions except for me?

Lauren seemed to be staring as well, perhaps remembering the time when most of it was down her throat. "Hi Captain Jack," she responded playfully.

"I just realized you've never given me an answer on going for a ride."

Corey looked puzzled, clearly taken aback by the audacity of this man asking his wife out right in front of him.

"He has a Bastion," she explained matter-of-factly, as if that was supposed to clarify everything.

Corey forced a smile, as if the guy owning a three-hundred-thousand-dollar sports car made going out with him okay.

"Well?" Jack stood towering above them, smiling down expectantly.

Corey cocked his eyebrows. Is this guy for real?

Lauren's face brightened and looked at her husband as if they could both share in the excitement of the invitation like two girlfriends at the community pool.

"That would be wonderful, Jack. Wouldn't it babe?"

Squinting into the sun, one brow still raised, Corey clucked back. "Of course. So wonderful, yeah."

I mean, the stones on this guy.

"I'm flying out of town tonight for a few days. Next Sunday, then? We can hit the Everglades and have a picnic."

"Of course," Lauren exclaimed cheerfully, "Sound spectacular. It's a date!"

Jack tipped an imaginary hat at Corey again before turning and walking back to the pool.

"Kyle."

The corners of Corey's mouth turned up into a seething sneer.

Picnic, my ass.

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Corey stood in the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest like a wounded beast. The anticipation and apprehension that had gripped him earlier now intensified, coiling around his lungs, suffocating them like a heavy fluid. He'd been here before, back in Iowa, as she got ready to go to that award ceremony with his best friend Zane. But tonight was different. Zane was a friend to both he and Lauren, but Corey knew the biker would never be anything more to her than that. Tonight, however, she would go on a date with Alex Cartwright, a man who, for the first time since playing, had awakened a whirlwind of emotions within Lauren. As the jittery project manager drew her a hot bath, he could see the happiness on her face and knew Lauren's heart was fluttering with excitement. Allowing her to go out that night was setting a dangerous precedent, and although unlikely, could signal the beginning of the end to their marriage.

Tonight, the stakes were higher, and the humiliation more palpable. Despite this, Corey's cock was as hard as granite. He struggled to maintain composure as he drew a hot bath for her, his jittery hands barely able to contain their excitement. The contrast between the excitement in her eyes and the turmoil within him was stark. Deep down, the graying Miller patriarch understood the risks involved in their unconventional lifestyle, and this evening felt like a turning point. Yes, it was just a 'date,' but true to a cuckold's masochistic tendencies, it was a cruel form of humiliation that he had willingly invited into his life, and could no longer live without.

Quickly shooing him from the bathroom, Lauren slipped into the warm, inviting water, feeling the gentle caress of the bubbles against her naked skin. The steam rose as she thought, for a moment, of what her husband would be doing while she was out with Alex. A little whiskey, no doubt, followed by an early spring baseball game. Then he'd undoubtedly jack off into a tissue or one of his makeshift toilet paper rolls.

Moving the loofah over her tits, she gently massaged the soft skin with a circular motion, enjoying the sensation of the bubbles against her sensitive nipples. Eyes closed, Lauren reflected on how different their thirty-year relationship had become. Corey had always been her constant, her rock, an anchor she could swim back to. He was still a strong man, an alpha at work and in many ways, but a definite beta behind closed doors, now that his fetish had reared its ugly head.

Moving the cloth to her thighs, she used long, gentle strokes to get them extra clean. Alex's tongue would surely find its way between them later.

Ugly head.

Corey's kink, while unconventional, was not necessarily ugly. It was a victimless fixation that brought him pleasure, and Lauren saw no harm in indulging him. After all, she was having the best sex of her life, and she couldn't deny that there was something thrilling about being with her husband while knowing that she would soon be with another man.

She understood, too, that there was the potential for some type of emotional distress, especially if Corey was pushed too far. Divorce was unlikely, but she knew that he got off on the possibility of it, and so she needed to keep him thinking it was conceivable. The Iowan wife also knew that she had to be careful not to let him get too consumed by it all. There was a fine line between indulgence and addiction, and it was not always easy to see.

At the same time, Lauren couldn't deny that there was something exciting about the danger of it all. She loved the thrill of being with Alex while knowing that her husband was at home, waiting for her, anticipating her return. That his imagination would be running wild, to the point that he would eventually succumb to his hand. Cute, in a pathetic kind of way.

And yet, while Corey's kink was hurting no one except for his willing ego, there was undoubtedly a rock bottom for every fetish. With him sinking deeper and deeper into it, the loving wife couldn't help but wonder if there would come a time when it would all become too much for him to handle. Lauren couldn't help but wonder how far she would be willing to go to satisfy Corey's kink. Only time would tell, but for now, she was content to play the game and enjoy the ride.

Calling for a towel, Lauren rose from the bath, water dripping off her body and forming rivulets that flowed from her waist down to her hairless pussy. He couldn't help but stare, of course, taking in every inch of her wet, glistening skin. There was a pang of jealousy while he imagined Alex's hands on her body, her allowing his arms to envelope her, his mouth on her hardened nipples, licking and teasing them until they were red and swollen.

Lauren caught him staring and smirked. "Like what you see?"

Corey blushed, feeling embarrassed at being caught. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's just...you're so...so beautiful."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Save it for your little buddy," she said, looking down at the tent in his jeans and patting him on the shoulder. "You're going to need it. I'm going to get dressed now. No need to keep Alex waiting."

Selecting a pair of lacy underwear from her dresser drawer, she picked one leg up and carefully threaded it through one leg hole, then the other, slipping the cream-colored panties on, pulling them snug against her bare mound. Lauren took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, with the material outlining her lips, before she continued getting dressed for her date. With not so much as a peep, Corey watched from the bed, his eyes glued to his wife's movements as she slipped on the lingerie. He knew he wouldn't be the one to take it off later, and the thought made him salivate and nauseated. Lauren met his gaze, a wicked twinkle in her eyes, as she pulled the lace taut against her skin, the cream color a stark contrast to her dark hair.

"Do you think he'll like it?"

Reaching for a pink satin robe, she draped it over her freshly showered body, leaving it loose enough to reveal a thin line of flesh from her small breasts, past her navel to her waist. Corey continued to stare. If she moved just right, he could see an entire breast, the partial concealment seemingly even more erotic with the robe than without. He knew better than to ask for more, knowing that very little about that night was about him.

Next, Lauren applied her makeup meticulously, not making it too provocative--she knew Alex wouldn't appreciate that. The tension from the older man sitting just a few feet away was palpable; his sexual frustration grew with each stroke of her makeup brush. She caught him looking a couple of times and winked, knowing the emotional turmoil he must be experiencing.

Finally, she put on her nylons, followed by the white, ruched, sleeveless dress with spaghetti straps. She turned her back to him and asked Corey to zip her up. The man's hands trembled as he helped her, struggling to hook the tiny eyelet at the top. Smoothing out her outfit and turning side to side, Lauren asked him how she looked.

"Unbelievable," he croaked, gripping his crotch to contain the growing ache.

Lauren checked herself one last time in the mirror, ensuring everything was in place. She picked a piece of lint off her dress, adjusted her heels' straps, and smoothed her hair, making sure every strand was perfect. Satisfied, she lifted her wedding ring from the jewelry tray and conspicuously slid it onto her finger. Grabbing a clutch, she turned to Corey.

"I'll text you later, 'kay?"

Corey nodded, trembling with a heart heavy. "You're wearing your ring."

The frown that crossed her face darkened the mood.

"It's not for you. It's so he knows just how special he is."

"Oh." He had opened the nightstand, where she used to keep the XL condoms, but then realized they had been moved to the Rekrap-held suite down the hall.

"I won't need those," Lauren shook her head as he cocked an eyebrow. "A guy like him, he's clean. If he wants to use one, that's his choice."

Closing the drawer, Corey sank onto the bed as if in a daze. Bending over, he felt the soft lips against his cheek as she gave him a peck.

"Will you text me?"

"Enough so you know I'm okay."

"And?"

"No," Lauren scoffed, "Alex won't go for pics and video. Not like that anyway. I had to talk him into the phone thing last time. Besides, this night is for him and me alone. You'll hear from me when you hear."

Corey's chest heaved, his body trembling as the dagger pierced a place in his heart that had until then been unscathed. The dagger sank deep, leaving him reeling. This was different, then. Her telling him the different ways she was going to have sex with the cowboy would have hurt less than what her words just implied. This was not a fuck and suck meet up. No, it was a romantic rendezvous, a date that could have consequences far beyond one night. His wife's happiness would lay in the hands of another man that evening, not beside her husband, and that was a tough pill to swallow.

And yet, amidst all that pain, there was a perverse pleasure that fed Corey's psyche, a bitter-sweet feeling that he had grown to crave, like a junkie seeking his next fix. A tweaker that knew what he was mainlining could result in the destruction of everything he held dear, and yet he keeps depressing the plunger.

Laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Corey's pulse raced as Lauren's heels echoed through the small apartment on her way to the hallway door. Part of him wanted to leap from the bed and stop her, using his hands to guide her into his arms and not letting go. Instead, his hands involuntarily wandered down his belly, a palm cupping the bulge beneath the denim. The ratcheting sound of the jean's zipper mixed with the door closing behind her and the fading clicks of high heels.

It was going to be a long night.

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Shane Carson did a double-take as he straddled his Trek touring bike near the Solar Amphitheatre in Biscayne Park. Handing a street vendor a five-dollar bill for a vanilla latte, he peered through several rows of trees, trying to get another peek at a woman whom he had just had the briefest of glimpses.

There. Near the observation wheel. A brunette with long, straight black hair falling halfway down her back. So familiar...and gorgeous.

Ensuring the Styrofoam cup's lid was secure, the Rekrap IT guru began rolling again, one-handed, eyes darting up and down the walking path, past the tiki huts and toward the restaurants. Normally, he'd dismiss the sighting of a beautiful girl - Miami was filthy with them - but somehow the image of her backside and heavenly hourglass figure in a tight white dress had attached itself to the same brain receptors usually reserved for opioids.

Carson stopped peddling and coasted to a stop on a sidewalk just outside a boardwalk. Damnit. Nothing but fat tourists and food deliveries obscuring his view. Oh well, if he wanted to ogle girls, he could just head over to the beaches. Of course, leering was all that was in the cards for him. Although the guys at work thought the lanky networking sage was a real ladies man, nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, he'd tried, what with the tight clothing and gold chains and all, but that usually only got him laughed at. Fuck all them bitches if they don't want a real man.

Disappointed, Shane was about to turn back to the park when a box truck belched a plume of blue exhaust and lurched forward. Behind it, about halfway down restaurant row, the computer specialist spotted her again. This time it was clear she was not alone. A large, tall man in his thirties, with one of the largest off-white cowboy hats he'd ever seen had a hand on the small of her back as he opened the front door to a fancy Italian Bistro. Her profile became clear as she tilted a cheek to accept a kiss.

Lauren Miller.

Holy shit, that's Lauren Miller!

Lauren Miller, the Rekrap office exec who had recently been promoted to VP of Operations.

Lauren Miller, the broad his nerdy IT pal at headquarters had boned.

Lauren Miller, the chick he'd spent hours spying on, just to be close to her. Faking IT issues to hang out in her office. Waiting outside her apartment building hours on end until he learned her husband was back in town.

Lauren Miller, the unsuspecting porn star, whose encounter in a sauna with a man who was decidedly not her husband he now had a recording of, thanks to that sleazebag of a doorman.

And here she was a guy that looked nothing like the framed picture of her hubby on her desk.

Dismounting slowly, Shane's expression changed from one of surprise to something darker. After chaining the Trek to a rack, the bicyclist leaned against a wood railing that ran along a pier and had a clear view into the restaurant, which boasted floor-to-ceiling windows. Perhaps he would be afforded another glimpse, just to make sure it was her. Several minutes passed and no sign of them. Maybe they were early for their reservations. Swanky places like that always required reservations.

Then, to his relief, the couple suddenly appeared - and what luck - right next to a huge glass pane overlooking the marina. It was definitely Lauren, who looked stunning in her white, ruched dress. Her date seemed out of place in his plaid blazer and white cowboy hat.

I bet he has boots on too.

Shane couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched the two of them laughing and chatting, clearly enjoying each other's company. Pulling out his phone, he acted like he was taking a picture of the boathouses at sunset, but in fact, zoomed in on the pair who had now interlaced fingers over the linen tablecloth.

Snap, snap.

A twitch in his crotch reminded Carson just how much he enjoyed being a voyeur. In high school, he used to follow the girls he had crushes on around on the weekends, sneaking up behind their dates' cars as they parked out of sight for a little lovin'. Sometimes he got to see some skin, but typically the fogged-up windows and the squeaking shock absorbers were usually enough for him to imagine it was him in there, not the soup du jour varsity jock.

The man with the close-cropped hair suddenly switched seats and took a seat next to Lauren. She seemed smitten while holding the cowboy's hand. Both had smiles from ear to ear. Did she have her wedding ring on?

Snap, snap.

Minutes turned into an hour. Shane watched as salads were eaten and salmon dissected on its serving planks. Occasionally there would be a fit of chuckles where one would playfully bash a shoulder into the other. At one point, Lauren took out her own phone and pointed it down the pier, appearing to take a pic of the boats. Then a small dessert came, and it happened. As the sexy executive popped a piece of the cake into the man's mouth, she leaned closer and kissed him. A full-on, tongue-invading, sigh-inducing smooch.

Oh wow, that's nice. That's REAL nice, Carson breathed heavily.

Snap, snap.

Adjusting his satin jogging pants, the peeper took a sip of the now-cold latte. Maybe he'd stick around a while and see what else Rekrap's newest VP was up to.

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Back at the Majestic Summit Arms, after a rather unsatisfactory masturbation attempt and then some apartment cleaning, Corey had decided to take a walk. As he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Miami, he tried to push the thoughts of Lauren and Alex out of his mind, but they lingered there, nagging at him.

The older man was broken and he knew it. Mentally deficient, he didn't seem to be like other wittols he read about on social media. The ones that were head over heels about their significant others fucking around on them. No, instead, Corey brooded about it. On one hand, he couldn't get enough of Lauren's newfound promiscuity, yet on the other, it disturbed him to the core. Other guys in the online communities didn't seem to have as much anguish and turmoil. And yet, wasn't that what they all craved?