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 28th. Just over three months to go.
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Corey Miller had been staring at the same spot on the ceiling for over an hour. He glanced at the clock-radio on the nightstand, but already knew the time. Half-past one in the morning; only ten minutes since the last time he checked.
What were his wife and best friend up to? Had they kissed? Had Zane touched her in places friends normally wouldn't?
He sighed. If there was no word from Lauren in the next hour, he'd surely have his answer.
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By the time Zane pulled himself together in the men's room, his date was nowhere to be found. Not in the pool room, at the bar, or the dance floor. On a hunch, he went to the front door and looked passed the bouncer towards the parking lot. There, halfway across, was Lauren's leather-clad ass headed towards the motel, swaying seductively.
Trotting to catch up, he called her name repeatedly, but she just kept walking. By the time Zane came alongside and matched her pace, he was out of breath.
"Lauren, we need to talk," he wheezed, gripping her elbow. Feeling his touch, she stopped and wheeled.
"About what?"
"About what? Back there! It was wrong."
A smirk crossed her face. "Was it? Was it really, Zane? When did you decide it was wrong? After you've stared at my ass and tits all night, or just now when you unloaded in my mouth?"
Lauren turned and continued walking to the motel.
"But," he frowned, calling after her. "I can't believe we did that to Corey."
The fiery brunette spun and walked back to him defiantly, fists clenched at her sides. "Did what?"
"C'mon, don't play games."
"Games? You want games? Don't you get it? This whole night is a game on levels you can't even comprehend!"
Shit!
She stomped a heel into the gravel.
Dumb, Lauren...dumb, dumb, dumb!
"What the hell does that mean?"
The two glared at each other. Her head was spinning.
Fuck.
There was no keeping the secret now. She was way too drunk and horny. Besides, Corey started this. Zane should be allowed to finish. As Lauren clapped trembling hands over a beet red face, she told him everything. About the couple's expanded horizons, her trysts in Florida, how Corey enjoyed being cuckolded and the real reason he had suggested that night's "date".
Everything.
Zane's jaw dropped. Not much surprised the mechanic these days, but that...that was a bombshell. With the few brain cells the booze had left him, it all made sense now. Apparently, Lauren's risqué social media posts were just the tip of the iceberg. Those guys; they weren't just acquaintances.
The concept of an open marriage was not foreign to him. Zane had been around the block and seen a few things. Bikers were free spirits. They loved to share with people they trusted, and sometimes that included their significant others. But Lauren and Corey? Really? The modest girl who'd been shy most of her life and the guy who'd been so protective of his family?
Damn.
Trust.
That's where this got fucked up. What Lauren just told him was difficult to believe, but not implausible. Non-monogamous relationships were common these days. It was the deception that pissed him off.
Set up like a bowling pin.
Granted, it wasn't like they were scamming money from him or anything. In fact, he was already quite the benefactor. And he
had
agreed to the Ashley charade, after all. Wasn't part of him even hoping beyond odds that the evening would be headed exactly in the direction it was going? In the end, all three were guilty of some type of carnal indiscretion that night. If they were going to burn in hell, they'd surely burn together.
Lauren peeked from between her bony fingers and saw the mechanic's dazed face. How would he react? Would he shrug it off? Or call Corey to denounce their friendship and leave her stranded in Bakersfield?
Zane snapped out of the introspect and closed the space between them, stopping only when his nose nearly touched hers. The couple read each other's eyes. He saw the apprehension, indecision, and guilt in hers. She saw hurt, longing, and lust in his. Without warning, her husband's best friend cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his.
Lauren inhaled sharply, startled at first, then parted her lips to accept his tongue. They felt their desire for each other skyrocket as the kissing became more passionate. Between the whiskey and their zeal, the bright stars seemed to revolve around the little speck of gravel parking lot as the moon alone bore witness to their yearning.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, legs wrapping tight around his waist. A low moan escaped her lips as they continued to kiss. Zane carried his friend's wife towards Room 10, both knowing they had unfinished business.
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The memories just kept coming at Corey. He couldn't stop his subconscious from breaking through: the time he first met Zane at a car rally some thirty years ago, the big guy by his side when he wed Lauren, Corey patiently waiting with him as Abby made the same trek down the aisle. Fishing trips, kids' birthdays, late night parties. His friend had been there for him, and he the same. Now, by Corey's own hand, his buddy may very well be screwing the love of his life.
The project manager felt a paltry erection trying to sneak from the soft cotton pajama fly. Repeated floggings that evening had made his penis pretty raw, but he did allow a single finger to stroke the head ever so lightly. It twitched in response, bouncing with approval.
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A quick turn of the key and a knee to the metal door sent it flying open, ricocheting off the wall behind it. Zane kicked it closed and slammed Lauren against the cheap wood-paneling. Her calves lost their grip on his waist, sending the three-inch stilettos crashing to the carpet. He pressed her against the wall, tongue exploring her mouth as eager hands groped each other's body. Passions mounted as the biker smothered her neck with kisses, then worked his way to bare shoulders, and finally a heaving, succulent chest. With one quick motion, he unseated the corset's zipper, allowing the precariously perched vest to fall away, fully exposing her ripe, tomato-sized breasts to him for the first time. Zane gasped at seeing the long-time time friend nude. Instantly, his mouth devoured the tiny mounds, lips closing around the bite-sized teats.
A virtual cacophony of the couple's fervor rose high above the din of motorcycles firing up outside. Freddy's night was winding down. Theirs was just beginning. Lauren pressed her naked back against the wall as Zane continued his journey of discovery. She pushed her ass away from the paneling and thrust her leather-clad pelvis outward to meet his advancing explorations. When his mouth found her navel, she gasped. When his finger found her cameltoe and began sawing along the crevice, she cried out in pleasure.
Zane caught a whiff of her sex as his mouth descended to her waist. Within seconds, the pants' clasp was undone, allowing the skin to breath. As it did, the familiar, intense musty odor of a woman's arousal struck his nostrils hard. The single most potent aphrodisiac on earth, it was guaranteed to give any man that can breathe a raging hard on.
Still pressed against the wall, her stance was heavily restricted by the tight pants around her knees. Zane mumbled favorably upon seeing the freshly shaven vulva peeking out from the narrow band of the thong. The fragranced jewel beneath was overpowering. Hesitating only momentarily, he ran his tongue along the stubbly folds causing Lauren to lift away from the wall, only to crash back against it.
"FUCK!"
As Zane's tongue probed the interior of her labia, it recoiled at the acidic taste.
Simply delicious.
Zane used his thumbs to part the meaty clam and expose the variegated pink flesh within. Lauren slid down along the wall to give him better access, her heels digging into the floor to maintain the position. She whimpered as the first two fingers slithered into her butterfly, then a third.
"Yessssss! Just like that!"
The finger incursion increased in pace and depth. Lauren sank the remaining foot to the well-worn carpet, leather pants binding together her shaking knees. A fourth finger snaked into the willing snatch, Zane's hand a twisting, plunging blur.
"Oh God, YES! Don't stop, don't stop!"
Pelvis arching upward, she flung an arm around his neck and pulled him nearer. The writhing against the wall told Zane all he needed to know. He'd often wondered, as men are wont to do, what her O face looked like. Now he was about to find out.
"Make me cum!" Lauren begged.
Such a lurid request from someone who up until then had simply been a close friend nearly caused him to lose it. A darker side of a woman he thought he knew well was beginning to show.
Just how dark did it get?
"Please, please, I need to cum!"
"
Come, make me your whore," she had suggested at Freddy's.
Zane thought back to a bout of late-night drinking months ago when Corey had confided in him that Lauren was suddenly showing a submissive side. Now another piece of the puzzle was making sense as well.
"Do it for me slut," he barked.
"Yessss."
Yep, Corey was right.
"Cum for me, Lauren. Be the whore you want to be."
"OHHHHH NOOOO!"
The coaster began its long ascent to that first glorious drop.
Clackity clack clack.
Her face grimaced.
Getting close.
"What would your BFFs think of sweet innocent Lauren now?" Zane teased. "Look, there goes the Miami skank!"
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" The coaster was getting near the top, anticipation growing.
Clackity clack clack.
