Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

Drawn to the calmness and serenity of the water at twilight, he sat down on a bench and watched as the waves crashed against the seawall, feeling the cool breeze on his face.

Like sand through an hourglass...

This was the new reality. Gone was yesteryear, the days in Iowa that seemed so orderly now, so predictable. The children were grown and gone. His wife was no longer a scout leader, no longer baked cakes for the big church sale. She was a bona fide slut now, a creature of his own making, evolved by her inner, suppressed sexuality. Even if they stopped this tempest today, things would never be the same. Ever.

With a deep breath, Corey pushed off on his knees and stood, stretching in the growing darkness. The glowing lights from the Biscayne Park Observation Wheel churned not too far away. As he started the long walk back to the apartment, the poor man's mind spun like a Con Ed generator.

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Shane watched intently over the railing at the couple finishing up dinner as her date took a credit card out of his wallet. They were leaning into each other and appeared to be whispering sweet nothings, only breaking apart when the waiter returned with a pen to sign the check. Rising first, the guy extended his hand as Lauren took it, using it as leverage to shimmy out of the booth. Smiling, she smoothed out the bottom of her dress and grabbed her clutch.

Carson quickly unchained his bike.

They're on the move.

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Corey felt the phone vibrate in his pocket before he heard the ping! of an incoming text message. Pushing his way through the revolving doors into the lobby of the Arms, he stopped near a row of couches, nodding briefly to an old lady with a wiry and decidedly tight-wound terrier. Fishing it out of his pocket, he pressed the notification on the home screen.

Lauren.

Almost immediately, a photo of a marina popped up, long shadows of the setting sun playing off the main masts of the myriad of sailboats. Then another photo. And another. They were selfies, both of his wife and Alex, smiling at the camera held at arm's length. In the background were hallmarks of fine dining. Italian, no doubt.

'You'll hear from me when you hear,' she had said. Was this just proof of life then, and nothing more?

"Mr. Miller?"

A crusty voice from across the lobby shook Corey from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw the elderly concierge, Harvey, holding a plainly wrapped package in his hand.

"You have a delivery."

"Um, thanks."

It was the external SSD he had ordered for his laptop. Signing the receipt log, the preoccupied resident began to walk away.

"Damaged, sir?"

"What?" Corey asked, looking back. The old man's choice of words was ironic if not timely.

"The package, sir. Open the package to confirm no damage."

"Oh, right. I will."

With a strange look, Corey returned to the desk. "Can I ask you something?"

Did I enjoy blowing my load in your wife's mouth? Harvey joked to himself. It had been in the small room behind them where not too long ago the whore had convinced him to delete that video of her and 15b going at it. Which he had not, by the way.

"Shoot." Another chuckle. See what I did there?

"Laur..., eh, Mrs. Miller. She seems to know a lot of the residents."

The doorman could hardly keep a straight face. "You might say that. She's extremely popular."

"How popular."

Harvey squinted, his face falling flat. He sort of felt sad for this putz.

"Very."

Corey drank in the man's expression, trying to read it. It was almost as if the guy was trying to tell him something. "T-T-Thanks," the Iowan replied, walking slowly to a table near where the old woman and her dog awaited a taxi.

Sitting down, he unwrapped the box, noting any tears or punctures that might damage the product inside. With one tug, the shiny silver solid state drive slid from the packing popcorn, and he held it up, examining it in the artificial light.

"We'll, that's pretty," the lady remarked, smiling kindly.

"New SSD," Corey replied politely. "Lots of data to store."

"I don't have too much use for computers. Not at my ugly age."

"Well, good thing you've shown attractiveness knows no age."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you the blind one." Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "Gertrude. Gertrude Lagily. Twenty-three G."

"Hi Gertrude. Corey Miller. Looks like we're neighbors."

"Really?"

"Yes, twenty-three F."

Within seconds the smile on Gertrude's face vanished. "Oh." Then with a most condescending scowl. "You're her husband?"

The change in her demeanor was evident, but Corey kept smiling. "Yep, I just moved down here myself. Had to sell a house and all."

"I see."

"Is there something wrong?"

Mrs. Lagily clutched at her purse with white knuckles.

"Look, you seem like a sweet man." She looked away, then back again. "Do you know about her...visitors?"

Corey's heart leapt into his throat. "Visitors."

Eyes cast downward onto her shoes, Gertrude whispered. "Yes. Men."

"Men?"

"And women," the older woman snapped. "Women too! All kinds. Young, old, some residents, some not."

Setting the package down, Corey leaned in, his hands trembling. "Many?"

"Enough."

"And...how do you know this?" It was a question he had to ask, although he wasn't quite sure he wanted to the answer.

"I hear them. Mostly at night." The nosey neighbor noticed her cab had pulled up and fixed him with one final steely stare. "That wife of yours is a real screamer."

The yippy terrier barked for barking's sake as the woman shuffled out into the driveway, not looking back. As her words sunk in, Corey's phone received another text accompanied by a pic. No surprise on the sender.

Had a great dinner. Going for a walk.

The accompanying photo of Lauren and Alex had been taken along a wooden railing that separated a small lagoon with the walking path. The moon was high above as they posed, cheek to cheek. In the background, several tourists mingled, while some dork on a bicycle in a ridiculously tight running suit and gold chains tried to look inconspicuous.

Such strange people in a strange land.

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The twilight cast a cool glow over the marina as Lauren and Alex strolled slowly along the wharf.

"A simply beautiful evening," she sighed, holding her phone high and snapping a picture of the two with the boardwalk behind them. With the screen being so small, she barely noticed the bicyclist mere feet away.

Alex, is it? Alex is a lucky man.

"It's just so..."

"Twisted?"

The big man stopped and turned towards her, uncertainty in his eyes. "Complicated."

Lauren pulled him close, looping her arms under his. "And yet you called me."

"I did."

"Why then?"

Alex brushed a stray bang from her eyes.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Oh, really? But I'm married, remember?" Lauren countered, a teasing smirk on her face.

"That's what makes it so messed up. It goes against everything my parents taught me about...well, everything."

Lauren patted his chest mischievously. "So, we can just be friends then."

The two stared into each other's eyes before the cowboy pushed the brim of his Stetson back and lowered his lips to hers.

"Not a chance. Not a chance in hell."

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That's four threes already tonight for Ali Karim!" the play-by-play announcer barked excitedly as the basketball tournament flickered from the wall-mounted television. "He's on a pace for at least ten in this game alone!"

Having changed into some comfy sweats, Corey settled in to watch the game, phone in one hand and the remote in the other. A half-empty bottle of top-shelf whiskey sat on the coffee table with a full rocks glass beside it, its seal opened when he had first sat down an hour earlier.

It had been some time since Lauren had sent the last text. Where were they now?

He set down the remote and picked up his drink, swallowing at least one-finger of the two-finger pour. Then there was the photo.

That smile. You can't fake something like that. Genuine, at peace, heartfelt.

And the Texan. Rugged, with a disarming grin. Pleasant enough, like a guy you'd want to go drink beer with.

The combination was, above all else, so natural that it was volatile, dangerous...flammable.

Corey unconsciously let a hand travel to the soft, oversized sweatpants, giving his crotch a squeeze. They might still be on their walk along the pier, arm in arm. Lauren would look stunning in her tight white dress, her long black hair cascading down her back. Beneath the cotton seam, the project manager felt his cock spasm.

Arms draped around her, Alex would look like the cat that ate the canary. A guy like that would be hesitant to date a married woman, but resistance to her charm and beauty was futile. All guys thought with their dicks, but Cartwright wasn't the fuck-'em-and-forget-'em kind. His interest went beyond the sex, and that's where the peril in Corey losing her lay.

So why is my cock so goddamn hard?

Taking another drink, his thoughts wandered.

Waves crashed against the docks and seawall as the couple walked without urgency, arm in arm, her head resting on his shoulder. Alex's other hand would drop to her ass, casually groping her through the thin fabric of her dress.

Corey squeezed his balls again and cast the phone's photo to his TV, accepting the receipt on the larger display. Hands free now, he pulled the sweatpants down, just enough for his humble six-inches to spring free. The smiling faces of his wife and her date, cheek to cheek, were now in large-screen high definition, just beyond the view of his shaft bobbing in the air.

Alex's hand molesting Lauren's ass, feeling the curve of her cheeks and the heat of her body.

As if by instinct, one foot crossed over to the adjacent knee, and off came a tube sock.

Suddenly, the couple came to a halt. Alex's hand gently glided up from Lauren's waist, delicately tracing a path along her side and over her chest. Lauren's nipples responded, becoming erect beneath the sheer fabric of her dress. A subtle moan escaped her lips as Alex playfully teased her. Drawing her closer, the Texan enveloped Lauren in his strong embrace, pressing her body against his. Under the enchanting moonlight, he tenderly kissed her, their lips intertwining with passion. The vibrant lights of Miami illuminated the backdrop, intensifying the air of romance that surrounded them.

With one hand wrapped around his own dick, Corey imagined Lauren cupping Alex's bulge through his perfectly fitted slacks. Lauren's fingers tapped, tap, tapped on the trousers, exploring the length of the impressive package.

Taking a deep breath, Corey unfurled the sock and began to slip it over his cock. He could feel the thick, absorbent cotton sliding down, until the band fit tightly around the base. It took a few adjustments to ensure it was evenly distributed around his shaft, the tip pulsating against the toe of the stocking.

Now, where was I?

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Shane saw Lauren Miller and her companion abruptly stop ahead, just at the entrance to a marina that housed small to medium sized motorboats. The two turned to each other and embraced, she tilting her head back as the man began to nibble her neck. Hands roaming over her body, Alex gripped her ass and pulled the raven-haired beauty closer.

The voyeur ducked behind a tree with his bike as he watched them kiss. When her date hiked Lauren's dress, revealing her bare, smooth legs, Shane had to readjust himself.

This shit was hot as hell.

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Corey's hand stroked the underside of the sock with one hand, while the other pulled the banded elastic taut around the base. He could feel the throbbing beneath as he continued to think of his wife and her date making out.

Alex's fingers traced a path up her thigh, his touch gentle but firm. She arched her hips towards him, wanting more, biting her lip as he reached the lacy panties, teasing the bare pussy lips through the fabric.

Without warning, Lauren pulled her unsuspecting date behind a wooden shed used during business hours as a shelter to sell boat rides. Glancing around for any prying eyes and seeing none, she sank to her haunches, slightly raising her dress to maintain a precarious balance. Her fingers trembled as she quickly undid the buckle of Alex's belt. As the zipper reached the bottom, the outline of Alex's cock through his boxers became clear. Seconds later, his glorious cock sprang free.

As the water lapped against the boardwalk pylons, so did Lauren's tongue, darting out to taste the tip of Alex's cock. A low moan escaped his lips, and he shuddered with pleasure.

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The IT specialist observed from a distance as the couple strolled along the wharf towards a different marina. This particular marina catered to a variety of small personal watercraft, some of which served as people's homes. Eventually, the duo meandered down one of the piers and arrived at a slip housing a moderately sized yacht. While not as impressive as the neighboring colossal vessels, it possessed its own charm. Concealing his bike amidst a hedgerow near the pathway, Shane discreetly trailed behind them as Alex displayed his gentlemanly demeanor, assisting Lauren from the gangway onto the stern of the boat, holding her delicate hand. Once they were safely on board, the burly man turned around and planted another tender kiss on her lips before guiding her down a set of steps into the cabin.

Seeing his chance, the bold voyeur moved quickly, darting to the rear of the boat, making himself small in the darkness. He made note of the name.

Amarillo Sky.

Of course, why wouldn't it be?

The muffled sound of giggles came from within, indicating that the couple was fully engrossed in their own world. Seizing the moment, Shane agilely leaped onto the gently swaying transom, his fingers firmly grasping the smooth wood. Using the small toe rail as a support, he skillfully scoured the boat's exterior, searching for an uncovered portlight. Though most of the curtains were drawn, he held onto a glimmer of hope that at least one remained open. His eyes canvassed the length of the yacht until he spotted his prize: a rectangular window near the front of the cabin, emanating a cozy, golden glow amidst the nocturnal ambiance. With the nimbleness of Spiderman, he cautiously maneuvered towards it, ensuring his balance did not falter, lest he plunge into the water below. His perseverance paid off, and suddenly Shane found himself affixed to the fiberglass, his nose pressed against the glass.

The view before him was well worth the danger of being discovered.

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Back in the apartment, Corey groaned. Spreading his legs wider, he pinched the fabric of the sock about halfway down his shaft, pulling it taut against his shaft and increasing the friction. With a gentle but firm motion, he moved the Gold Toe up and down, simulating a soft and warm snatch. Closing his eyes, he was once again there in the pier's shadows, spying.

Behind the shed, Lauren moved her head back and forth, sucking harder and harder. Alex's fingers were tangled in her well-coifed hair, fucking her mouth. She took him deeper and deeper until it scraped the back of her seasoned throat. Anyone watching could tell the wayward wife wanted the big guy's seed to savor.

As he pulled the sock's band tighter, the older man's breathing became rapid and ragged. The tension - the glorious tension - was building, needing release. With his free hand, Corey reached up to his chest, feeling the soft flesh of his man-boobs beneath his fingers. He let out a gasp, as he began to knead and caress them, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. The growls that escape come in low stutters, punctuated by the sound of heavy breathing. Inside the cotton tube, his cock throbbed and pulsated.

Meanwhile, Lauren's mouth worked tirelessly on Alex's throbbing cock. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, desperate to taste him.

Corey's hand moved faster, the fabric of the sock rough against his sensitive skin. He could almost feel the slickness of his own precum, his arousal coating the length of his shaft. Cuckold moans grew louder, more primal, as he stared at the TV screen, the two lovers' cheeks touching.

Take my girl, Goddamnit, kick me to the curb! Everybody else has.

Fap, fap, fap.

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Shane couldn't believe his eyes. The sight before him was straight out of a wet dream. His coworker, the hotshot VP, spread out on the cushions of the yacht, the top of her dress down to her navel, the thin shoulder straps hugging her forearms. The rugged cowboy was on his knees, inching the skirt up her thighs, tongue licking her tanned skin. Carson's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the scene unfold, phone in hand, his dick growing harder by the second.

Snap, snap.

With a firm grasp, Alex yanked up Lauren's skirt, revealing her toned legs. His eyes fixated on the center of her thighs, where her off-white panties clung to her wetness. The fabric showcased a damp patch, a clear invitation that he couldn't resist. He wasted no time, plunging his tongue into her cameltoe, tracing its way along her slippery slit. His urgency grew as he tore through the delicate lace that separated him from her throbbing core.

With a hunger in his mouth, Alex attacked her pussy with an unyielding determination. He delved deep, devouring her sweet nectar as if he couldn't get enough. His tongue relentlessly flicked and lapped at her swollen clit, while his teeth nibbled and bit at her engorged lips. Lauren's moans filled the air as she ground her hips against his face, matching his rhythm with every movement. Despite his conservative upbringing, Alex was a master at pleasuring a woman, especially when it came to feasting on her sodden pussy.

"Yes, deeper, suck my cunny!"

Outside, the front of Steve's pants pressed against the boat's side, the window fogging from his breath.

Damn!

Alex's tongue flicked against Lauren's redden nub, causing her to arch her back and moan in ecstasy. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, giving himself better access to the sucking hole that opened and closed like a hungry mouth. With her fingers tangled in his air, Alex's tongue explored every inch of those slick lips, the heat warming his ears, as she writhed.

"OH GOD. OH SHIT. YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY."

Lauren's moans grew louder, audible even from outside the boat with water swirling about. Her hips rocked against Alex's face, desperate for more. Shane's hand petted his dick, gripping it tightly, matching the rhythm of Alex's tongue. He longed to be the one pleasuring her, to taste her sweet nectar. But it was her date's pleasure tonight, licking that drenched hole, savoring her every whimper and moan. A deep dive into her canal made her shudder again and again.

"I'm almost there. Deeper, DEEEEPER!

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!"

Without warning, Lauren cried out, hips bucking against his mouth as she felt the first spasms hit her.

"Here it comes, here it comes, HERE IT COMES!"

As Lauren lifted her pelvis high, arching her back off the sofa, a surge of warm liquid suddenly gushed from her impassioned cunt. Alex's face contorted with surprise and as her orgasm splashed against his cheeks, drenching him in her clear, sticky juices. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, intensifying as her fingers dug into the cushions, seeking something to hold onto.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy SHIT!"

In that very moment, as Shane captured more photographs, the owner of a houseboat two slips away made the decision to release his dog for its final outing of the evening. Unbeknownst to the lovers inside, the furry creature began to bark relentlessly at the mysterious silhouette clinging to the side of the adjacent triple-screw cruiser, shrouded in darkness.