Ascending Lauren

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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A sweet, musky odor of sex hung over Lauren Miller's bedroom. Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 23rd floor apartment, illuminating Corey and his wife as they sat amid crumpled sheets, staring at each other in awkward silence. Lauren's latest lover had departed minutes earlier, leaving her in a bodysuit soiled with dried semen from both men. Her husband lay next to her completely naked, his shrinking penis twitching against a hairy thigh. There had been so many unspoken emotions channeled in the last hour, neither knew where to start.

Corey began by apologizing for spying. The sight of her on a date triggered all the concerns that had troubled him over the last week. Seeing how she carried herself when he wasn't around just seemed the natural thing to do.

Lauren assured him she wasn't going anywhere, but that she really enjoyed the freedom to be sexy again. And being with men that could make her cum on their cock. It was a feeling all women loved and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. "I'm sorry, babe, we promised to be truthful always. But I'm not going to fall in love, either. That emotion is for us and us alone. The connection with these other guys is mostly physical. I mean, that's what you wanted, right?"

Yes, it was exactly what Corey

had

wanted, although now his brain was full of doubts. He was relieved to hear she didn't have feelings for them beyond sex, but lamented the fact that he had let himself go. "I should have taken better care of myself."

His loving wife tilted her head. "That's only partially true. You can't turn back the clock. We knew our age differences. Hell, our friends teased us enough.

Corey's robbing the cradle and Lauren has daddy issues

. It's just getting more real now. We've been a team since day one. I'll never quit you."

"How can you be happy with someone who's done before you ever get started?"

Lauren looked at him sympathetically. "You know, those other guys might have more fuel in their tank, but jeez, they all have twenty-something years on you. Of course, they have more energy. Don't put so much pressure on yourself, and don't distill our relationship down to something where all that matters is sex. We are so much more than that."

Corey nodded. This was the heart-to-heart he'd come for. "You said your connection was

mostly

physical?"

"Mostly. There's some intrinsic things too. I started playing your game because it was clear that's what you wanted.

Needed

. I've spent nearly thirty years as a wife and mother, pleasing my family. Always by-the-numbers. Always predictable and dependable.

Conventional.

Then your kink bubbled up, and I started seeing things differently."

Corey leaned in. She had his attention. "How?"

"I don't know. Different. If you thought I could fuck other men after twenty-eight years of being married and not change, then you didn't think this through. Not trying to be mean, just being real. Once you graduated me from pillow talk to reality, I've become very intrigued by sexual norms and deviations. I started reading. Mostly about how I can help you with your...

thing

, but along the way, I also learned how to channel

my feelings

into something positive. At forty-eight, I feel sexier than ever. After we married, I still noticed other men looking at me. At the gym, PTA meetings, when I coached the girls' softball teams. Heck, a couple of those dads even hit on me, knowing damn well I was married to you." Lauren winced as those last words tumbled from her lips, instantly regretting divulging that last bit of information. She slid her hands along his thighs in an attempt to change the subject.

"The flowers were very thoughtful. Thank you." Her fingers wrapped around the limp penis one at a time. It twitched at the touch. "You

really

do get off on this, don't you?" she asked softly.

Corey ran fingers through his graying hair, his cock growing in her hand. Finding the words was going to be difficult. He explained it was like an addiction, somewhere between the honest-to-God desire to see her sexually fulfilled, and his own undeniably selfish cravings. "And SO many permutations, you wouldn't believe it."

"Try me."

The project manager cleared his throat and told her about how he had concocted all sorts of fantasies about her. How

who

she's with isn't as important as the circumstances. At the beach, at work, Myles' yacht. Sometimes he'd watch, sometimes just listen, other times she'd tell him about it later.

Lauren cocked an eyebrow. "Just listen?"

Corey nodded his head enthusiastically. "You wouldn't believe how hot that one is."

"But those are just things you think about. How do you

feel

about it? I mean

really

feel?"

He looked deeply and appreciatively in her eyes. She really was trying to understand.

"I'm aroused, I'm angry, I'm jealous. All at once. From watching you being pursued, to the first time you're penetrated, to the look in your eyes when you become his whore and nothing else matters. Not me, not our kids. Just

that

cock in

that

moment. The noises of pleasure you make until you cry out his name to finish you. Begging to be fucked, to give you his cum, until you both scream each other's names so loudly they're echoing off the walls."

"And this has been building for some time, huh," she presumed. "I mean, you used to pick me up around the corner from Pauly's frat house on Sunday mornings to go on picnics. I had my overnight bag with me. You

had

to know I spent the night. Is this when it started?"

"I guess. That you'd been with him didn't matter, though. I just wanted to be close to you. You have no idea how many hours I spent fantasizing about you two together, even after we married."

"You never told me that. Corey that's..."

"Fucked up, I know." He smiled. "Of course, you never mentioned your penchant for being called names, either. All those lost years I could have been calling you my whore."

Lauren laughed. "Point taken. In the end,

you

won me, buddy boy. Recent adventures aside, I've been faithful to you every step of the way. You must believe that."

The couple shared a moment of silent acknowledgment. They both knew they'd been faithful through their marriage.

Finally, Lauren could no longer avoid the elephant in the room.

"You know, I told you I've been doing a lot of reading. Sexual psychology, different likes and dislikes, what gets people off. It's all very interesting, although I don't understand why some things are appealing and others aren't. I'm no therapist, but you know as well as I do there are plenty of guys out there that have your desires. But there are many flavors to your kink Corey. Hotwifing, cuckolding, whatever. Especially in the lane you and I are driving right now. Watching and listening is one thing. But tonight...those things I said to Steve...they were NOT flattering to you in the least bit. If I hadn't seen your arousal firsthand, I wouldn't have believed you'd be a guy who'd be into that sort of thing."

The 61-year-old's eyes looked back at her with trepidation. He couldn't deny it had been an incredible turn on at the time. As much a surprise to him as it was to her.

"Not going to lie, it stung, but it was also so goddamn hot. I guess it played into the inadequacy I feel as I grow older, mixed with a perverse and demented mind. You're surrounded by younger people down here and it gets to me. So, the more you talked to Steve about him being a better lover, the more turned on I became. I can't explain, I just did. I shouldn't have been turned on by all that condescending shit. It's not who I am."

Lauren eyes bore into him with the utmost compassion. "But you were, weren't you?"

Corey's expression grew dark. "You

were

just roleplaying, right?"

"Not sure if

he

knows that, but yes. I think he's been waiting a long time for the right submissive who would allow him to be the alpha-dog. Apparently, bedding a married woman was just a bonus for him. I'm sorry. He's a nice guy and I didn't see the harm in helping him, seeing as we have our agreement anyway."

"Even at my expense?"

Lauren eyes dropped to her hands. "Yeah, about that. I wasn't really comfortable saying those things at first. But for all I knew, you weren't within a thousand miles of here."

"Until you

did

know, that is."

Lauren's gaze returned to Corey with a hint of indignation. "You know damn well I kept that charade going for your sake once I knew it turned you on. If you don't want it to happen again, just say so."

The two scowled at each other.

"Well?" Lauren persisted.

"I'm not sure," Corey responded honestly. "It was hot once. Twice? I don't know."

"Fair enough. That's your thing. You be the captain of your own desires."

"You

should be

a therapist," he smiled. Picking up the cum-crusted bodysuit, he raised an eyebrow. "But enough about me. You seem to have discovered some eccentricities of your own."

The black-haired vixen's mouth turned upward in a wicked, barely discernible smile. She stared out the bedroom windows into the black night.

"Like I said, I've found a way to channel my own peculiarities into something positive. But it's important that you know I've never cheated on you. You know

everything

I've ever done down here. I love you. I love

us

."

"Well, you know, it's not cheating if your husband knows about it."

"That's what the tee-shirts say, right? Look, you've ripped off the blinders, helped me realize I'm not yet an old maid. I no longer have to be ordinary, a shackled housewife from Iowa."

"Mainstream society would say those aren't shackles, they're marriage vows."

They let that sink in. Corey was right. Many people would not condone or understand their behavior.

He took her hand and looked softly into her smoky gray eyes. "So where does this leave us?"

Lauren rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't know. Six months ago, I think we

thought

our lives were the best they could be. But our bedroom was all but dead."

Corey stared at her. It's like she'd been reading his diary. If he had a diary.

"But now, I think once you get down here, we could have so much more, if we can get past all this drama. What do you think?"

Both stared out the floor-to-ceiling-windows at the Miami skyline. Corey held his breath, then exhaled. He was glad he made the trip down. "Yes," he answered definitively. "We wanted a change, so why not reinvent ourselves? The kids are grown and self-sufficient. Let's throw away the old Corey and Lauren and start anew. To tell the truth, I bring most of the drama, stemming from the newness of it all, and the fact I'm not here with you. I have to work out the emotions in my head. And the long-distance relationship will be ending soon. Together we'll get through it. I sincerely want you to be happy and feel alive. I don't know about you, but I haven't felt this alive in years. It's a perverse kind of alive, but mighty alive nonetheless."

Lauren put both hands around his face. "Oh my God, Corey! I feel the same way. Then you

don't

want to stop?" Lauren breathed, her luscious lips just inches from his face.

Corey kissed his wife. "No."

The couple closed their eyes and hugged. Lauren squeezed his cock. "I was hoping you'd say that," she winked.

"So,

reinvented

Mrs. Miller. You seem to know all about my fantasies, but I know little about yours. What goes through your head at night?"

Lauren grimaced. She was well aware of the dark thoughts dominating her dreams lately.

How much do I tell?

It seemed so depraved; how did she dare speak of it?

"I can't."

Corey nudged her forehead with his nose. "No secrets, remember?"

She looked away, hesitating, then turned back with an intense gaze and told him about her being propositioned the week before. "I can't get it out of my head. I don't know why. Maybe it's the naughtiness or just being overjoyed that someone would want me enough to pay for it."

"Wow," was all her husband could say. It was an aberration even his ever-devolving mind had not yet considered.

She nodded cautiously. "Kind of twisted, huh?" the once demure mother-of-two asked sheepishly.

Corey's closed his eyes, letting the idea flood his brain like a visual aphrodisiac. "Yeah, I see you now, bent over a complete stranger in a seedy hotel, riding his cock until he nuts in your pussy."

Lauren rolled her eyes.

OMG, was there ANYTHING that didn't arouse him?

She played along. "Wait. No condom?"

"No. His seed explodes in your unprotected womb, filling your hole with his thick hot jizz."

Lauren laughed at the silly attempt at erotic prose. She bent over to lick his growing cock, tiny breast buds dangling from her chest.

"The only thing that matters now," she said softly, remembering her research, "is that you're here to reclaim me, baby. Let your slut wife know who's boss."

Any injured pride that Corey had disappeared in an instant. He pushed his sultry wife away and reached for his jeans. He grabbed every bill he had and tossed them at her, the cash fluttering about them over the mattress. Lauren held her legs together fast and laughed as he tried unsuccessfully to pull them apart.

"Open your legs, bitch. I gonna take what I paid for, you fucking whore!"

Lauren squealed with delight, then relented, relishing the roughness at which her husband was handling her. It was so unlike him and she liked it...a lot. The two were learning well how to play off each other. The more he dished out, the more she gave it back.

"C'mon then, cuck, take me. Reclaim your cheating slut wife! TAKE ME NOW!"

Corey mounted her in one fell swoop, supporting his overweight body the best he could. He slammed full on into her mature, hairless cunt, knowing his six inches couldn't possibly fill her as much as the other cocks, but not caring. Nor did Lauren. The love of her life was here at the moment and that's all that mattered. There wasn't a penis in the world that could fill her with more love. It was absolutely perfect.

The couple melted together and mated like animals, grunting and panting with the passion that comes from being together for three decades. Corey drilled her with every ounce of strength could he muster. He just

had

to make her cum.

"Give me what I paid for, you whore!" he bellowed, playing to her fancy.

"Yes, yes, yes! Slam my nasty pussy. Can you feel how they've stretched me out? Your dick...the same skank hole...they've all been in, baby. How's it feel?" Lauren knew how to pull levers too.

The older man nearly came at the thought of other cocks inside his wife, the same heavenly slit that was now collapsing around his pulsating shaft, expertly coaxing another load of semen from a man's aching balls. Was it his imagination, or WAS she a little looser than he remembered? The similarities between her escapades and those of a real escort were not lost on him.

Lauren squirmed under the weight of her husband's out-of-shape body, hips rising high off the mattress in an unsuccessful bid to will his manhood into the depths of her puckering vagina, to feel the fullness that wasn't there. She used her hands to pull, push and prod his soft, pale ass, trying to bury his slender tool deeper. It was no use. He simply wasn't equipped. For twenty-eight years it had been enough.

Adequate.

Over the past few months she'd learned what a good cocksman could do. But Corey could never know that. It would be too much of a blow to his fragile ego. Tonight, she had to play the good wife. Thrashing like a porn star beneath him, her nails raked his back as she whispered filthy words of encouragement in his ear. Her friend Amy would be very proud at how proficient she'd become in the acoustic arts.

"That's it, fuck me! I've been such a naughty girl, letting those men use me as their filthy cum bucket, while you've been a thousand miles away, jerking off."

"Ugggggg, ahhhhhh!" Corey was brought to the brink again and again by her prodding, although he was very aware of his wife slamming her pelvis into his, over and over, in a desperate attempt to achieve something unattainable. Shifting his weight from one arm to another, he realized fatigue was already setting in.

Lauren sensed it to. "Don't stop! Keep going, that's it, that's it, ohhhhh, it feels sooo goood!"

Corey grunted repeatedly, like an old Neanderthal desperately trying to maintain favorable rank amongst the village females while younger, more virile males waited in the wings. The vision of Lauren in a seedy motel room blowing a john for money was hardly what a prehistoric hunter / gatherer would have thought of, and yet it helped keep

this

caveman's dick hard and rigid.

Jesus, you sick fuck. It's not enough that you've got your dick stuck in a beautiful woman below you. No, you can only pop a boner thinking of someone else banging your wife!

As much as Lauren wanted to, there was realistically no way she was going to cum. But this night, more than ever, her husband must think she did. There could be no other outcome.

"Fuck me...do it harder, babe! Make me cum."

Corey tried keeping up with her gyrating hips. Winded, he began to huff and puff.

"Oh..."

"Lauren..."

"Feels...so..."

"Good!"

Lauren kept slamming her hips into his, heaving her ass off the mattress to meet each thrust.

"Yeah, baby, your fat cock feels so good in me. Oh Fuck! Just like that! Don't stop."

She let go her best shriek. In order to pull this off, she had to "cum" before he did or he'd be done for the night. From experience, she knew he'd be blowing soon.

"Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeee! Corey! Deeper, deeper! Take me, take your whore wife!"

"Ohhhhhh, Lauren!"

Yep, he was close.

"Gonna make me cum with that big cock, baby. You want me to cum? THEN FUCK ME, GODDAMNIT!

"Yes, yes! Please cum, Lauren, please cum for me!

She seized the moment and froze her body, nails digging into his arms, thighs squeezing his bulging sides, as she simulated a deep, long lasting orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Corey, baby, I'm cumming! Cumming for you!"

She thrust her face into his sweaty breastbone in an attempt to conceal any hint she was faking it. Finding the nearest man-boob protruding from his chest, she slurped it into her mouth and suckled the nipple.

"It's your turn now, baby," Lauren breathed out the corner of her lips, his hard teat firmly between her front incisors. "It's

your

pussy again, sweetie. It's yours! I want your cum deep inside of my used cunt! It's been so long!"

Corey could no longer hold it. He threw his head back, ripping the reddened nipple from Lauren's teeth as he howled at the ceiling. She saw his face screw up as his orgasm took hold. Wrapping her legs tightly around his rotund waist, the couple slammed their hips together for one final thrust, sending his seed spurting deep into Lauren's waiting love canal.