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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November 1st. Four months to go.
Corey Miller woke prone on the sofa in his wife's apartment, initial thoughts pleasant but disoriented. The first thing he noticed was his nakedness. A blanket had been strategically thrown over his backside, likely a gesture from his loving wife. A bottle of water had also been thoughtfully placed on the coffee table. Sitting upright, he rubbed his eyes, and opened the water. Although the powerful gummy Lauren had given him was still very much in control, the sting from the volleyball incident earlier in the afternoon returned with a vengeance.
"Fuckin' hurts," he murmured aloud.
Judging from the long shadows, Corey figured he'd been out for at least an hour. The sun had been high and bright when his wife had given him the best blowjob of his life. Even allowed him to cum in her mouth for the first time ever. Now, the sun was sinking to the west in the late afternoon.
He called Lauren's name. No response. Head in hand, he trudged to the bedroom, then to the bathroom. No one.
Did she go back to the pool?
That in itself made him uneasy, given who had been there earlier. No, her two-piece was in the sink soaking along with his trunks. Maybe she went to lunch with Amy.
But then why not wake me?
A little hungry himself, Corey traipsed out to the kitchen. No bread, no sandwich meat.
Christ, she eats like a bird
. It was then he noticed a small piece of paper tucked neatly under the flower vase.
"Gone to Jack's. Come if you feel like it."
He grabbed a banana from the counter and peeled it.
Jack? As in "Sir Jack"? The rich entrepreneur?
Corey crammed the fruit into his mouth and drained the water bottle.
Alright then. Let's go mingle with the natives.
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Harvey looked a little put-out as he ferried the occasional resident to the 31st floor. Jack Carter was having an impromptu gathering and had phoned in names of the few neighbors he was expecting. Lauren Miller was on that list; her husband was not. But hey, who was he to split hairs? It was Saturday and the soccer match awaited him at the concierge's desk.
Corey nodded his thanks and stepped off the elevator into the foyer of Jack's penthouse. The Iowan project manager whistled. In construction for over 35 years, he'd acquired an eye for quality materials and this place was top shelf. Italian marble, quartzite countertops, and Roman columns were everywhere.
So this is how the Miami rich live
. The furniture was ultramodern and colorful artwork decorated the walls, including an abstract of what looked like a couple enjoying a sixty-nine.
Definitely a bachelor.
Corey listened for signs of life. Faint strains of a 60s jam band could be heard coming from deeper in the unit.
I like this guy already
.
A burst of laughter came from somewhere beyond the kitchen, near large glass doors that, when open as they were now, allowed the expansive balcony to become an extension of the apartment. There were four people near the railing, drinks in hand, gazing at the setting sun. Two of them were George and Rachel, the couple from the pool. The other two Corey didn't know. Closer now, another group of five came into view at the far end of the balcony. Corey stopped in his tracks when he saw Tony, still in swim trunks, with an arm around Lauren's neck, a beer bottle dangling loosely from his hand as he talked. Tommy was on the other side, Amy hanging on his thick forearm. The pink bikini was gone, replaced with a loose tee-shirt tied at the waist and forest green capris. They seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation with their host.
As good as Amy looked, Lauren's beauty was even more breathtaking. Donning a low-cut brown leather halter which barely covered the lower portion of her boobs, her jet-black hair was draped casually over her small chest. If she were to raise her arms even a bit, the tiny breasts would be completely exposed for all to see. Below, she had pulled on a simple pair of denim short shorts, the frayed bottoms riding high on her ass, the crotch so tight her cameltoe was clearly on display. Corey shook his head. He didn't know from where she was getting her wardrobe these days, but at 48, and daily trips to the gym, she was still able to pull it off.
The stealthy observer was at a crossroads. He could have strolled out to the balcony, plucked a beer from the bar, forcibly removed the kid's arm from around his wife's neck, and whisk her away.
But he didn't. He didn't do any of those things. Corey simply stood and watched. Watched as Lauren laughed at the boy's whispers, watched as she twisted strands of black hair around her nimble fingers, and watched as Tony occasionally dropped his hand and gave her bubble butt a squeeze.
Rather than cause a scene, he decided to exercise a little patience. See where it would go. Not like he was spying again. After all, he'd been invited. So, he decided to watch and learn, and was glad he did. Every time his pretty wife laughed, put her forehead on Tony's shoulder, or ran her fingers over his powerful bare chest, Corey felt the rush of emotions he so craved. Jealousy, rage, arousal. His cock twitched with excitement.
Fuck me.
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Upon learning of Jack's after-pool party, Amy had pried the executive from the 23rd floor apartment while Corey napped, plying her friend with two yummy gummies. The younger woman had her sights set on Tommy and figured Lauren for her wingman - and maybe more - seeing the latter's history with both men. The edibles were hitting them hard now and neither could stop giggling.
It was no surprise the fraternity brothers were happy to see the two women stroll onto the balcony. At the pool, they had accepted the older guy's invitation, but were beginning to regret it, considering the lack of action and boring hippie music. Upon seeing the girls, they immediately went to them. This time, Lauren didn't bother sidestepping Tony's advances as she had done earlier on the rooftop in Corey's presence. She let the boy's hands roam where they may. Perhaps it was the buzz, or the naughtiness of just having swallowed her husband's load, but there was simply no denying the ripped muscles of the football player felt good against her skin.
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Jack eventually moved on to other neighbors, leaving the foursome to watch the last rays slip behind another high rise. Lauren leaned forward facing the railing, sipping a seltzer. Tony stood behind her, hands on the narrow waist that years of working out had kept thin and taut. It was impossible for her to ignore the bulge from his trunks as he rubbed it into the ass groove of her tight denim shorts. To his delight, she eased back, just a touch, accentuating the electricity that was as much a continuation of the week before as it was now. There were no secrets amongst the friends. Both Tony and Tommy had been with Lauren, and Amy with Tony. They all knew it; none cared.
As the rosy sun gave way to twilight, Lauren reached round and grasped the back of Tony's neck, closing any gap between her naked shoulders and his bare chest. Doing so caused the bottom of the halter to rise, revealing just a glimpse of the hardening areolae beneath. Tony lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned and sucked the thick tongue into her open mouth. Corey tilted his head in awe as he felt a profound change occur deep within. His wife of 28 years seemed so beautiful and content being in the arms of this barely dressed young man. The way she and her lover embraced, the body language as they kissed, convinced the graying husband that he and Lauren had made the right decision for both of them.
In that instant, God save him, Corey had an odd change of heart. Although the kid clearly hoped for a repeat of the limousine ride, the voyeur husband's animosity suddenly turned from one of loathing to acceptance. His heart-to-heart with Lauren had reassured him their marriage - quirks and all - was still on solid ground. She, like him, appeared to be in their relationship for the long haul, no matter the number of lovers she took. So why hold these men in contempt for simply playing a natural role in their fantasies, something he'd hoped for all along? Did he expect her to be fulfilled by yet another aging and tired old man? Or men like these who could get the job done?
As Corey's new attitude swam around in his still stoned brain, so too did the familiar contractions in his groin. He watched as Tony continued to kiss his wife, one hand down the front of her shorts, the other creeping under the halter. At one point, Corey could have sworn he saw an erect nipple. One that had been in his mouth hundreds of times.
Atta boy. Now we're getting somewhere.
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Lauren felt decidedly wicked as Tony's tongue twirled around hers. After all, her husband was downstairs napping, and even though they had decided to continue their "arrangement", it wasn't hard to pick up on Corey's disdain for the fraternity brothers. Why? She distinctly remembers him encouraging them individually to fuck her, to "give her what she wants." So why the aversion? Was he threatened by them in some way, beyond their good looks and prowess? That he could show up any minute made it even naughtier. Heck, the perv might even be watching them right now. That would be
so
like Corey.
When Tony's hand crept under the halter, she could feel her left nipple stiffen as moist humid air hit it. She moaned with pleasure. Any thoughts of Corey were vanquished. There was something magical about the sunset, the warm breeze, and being in the young man's strong arms.
Tommy chuckled and punched his buddy's arm. "Dude, get a room."
"Pffft, ain't nothin' you haven't seen, bro!"
"Got that right."
Lauren turned beet red and burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering her mouth to hide the embarrassment. She crossed her legs to keep from peeing - one of the unspoken consequences of having children. Standing between two lovers as they talked about her was just too much. What would her friends in Iowa say?
They'd say I'm waaay too fucking high.
