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.
Warning: subject matter includes cuckoldress/cuckold humiliation/eclectic sex. This story is tagged as such, so 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.
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. Anything depicted has no relation to past or current people and events. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18.
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Saturday, April 28th
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The morning sun crept through the hospital room's blinds, gently rousing Lauren from her fitful sleep. She stirred in the oversized leather chair, her body aching from the long, anxious night. Corey lay still on the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily as he remained sedated.
Lauren's mind went to the frightening moments the night before as the sixty-one-year-old blacked out, seeming to realize that she and his boss and wife were anything but strangers.
Jesus, could their lives get any stranger?
What are the chances that such a random hookup in the middle of the ocean was with the one person with whom Corey wanted to keep their lifestyle a secret? Just to find that Dale and Amanda Dactyl were just as kinky?
After the collapse, Lauren had ridden with the Dactyls to the hospital, following the ambulance as closely as possible. Zane and Amy had shown up as well, and both couples remained in the waiting room until learning that Corey was stable. It was a tense and uncertain time, leading the attending physician to admit the older man overnight for observation.
And now, the pretty brunette stretched and sat up in the chair, reaching for a glass of water.
Jezebel.
Her husband had used the safe word. Clearly after all the abuse she'd dished out, this must have been the breaking point. Certainly, it was as much of a shock to Corey as it was to the rest of them. Lauren could only imagine the flood of emotions that had rushed through him as he tried to process the unfolding revelation, eventually causing his body to shut down. Obviously, the two of them needed a heart-to-heart, but for now, it was all about recovery.
A nurse quietly entered the room to check Corey's vitals and explained the doctor would be making rounds later and would provide status at that time. Until then, the staff would be making him as comfortable as possible. With that, Lauren sank back into the soft leather and closed her eyes.
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Zane groggily awoke to the sound of a shower down the hall, then quickly remembered the couch he had slept on all night belonged to Amy Rosinner. That was a good thing, seeing as he'd woken up in a lot worse places before.
Their date had unfortunately been interrupted by the news of his lifelong best friend's collapse, and they had left the bar to sit with Lauren. After learning Corey was stable, Amy invited Zane to crash at her condo. While the Millers would have put him up while he was in town, they were in no position to do so right then.
Exhausted from the day and stress of not knowing a prognosis, the pair had returned to Amy's to continue getting to know each other. After a couple beers and a very large joint, they had both fallen asleep on the couch watching a boring movie. At some point, Amy slipped away to her bed, but not before covering her guest with a blanket.
The sound of water now seemed to wake up Zane's bladder too, and the biker weighed his options - either pee in the kitchen sink (something he was not above doing) or knock on the bathroom door. Erring on the side of caution, he dragged himself off the couch and rapped on the white panel door, which was answered by a muffled voice shouting over the steam.
"Gotta pee?"
The intuitiveness made Zane smile. This was a woman who had a few men stay overnight. Unfortunately for him, however, those men probably had not passed out on her couch.
"Uh, yeah," he replied.
"Well, come on in, just don't piss on my carpet. That's a hella cleaning fee. Don't ask how I know."
Zane cautiously opened the door, shielding his eyes as he made his way to the toilet. Lifting the lid, he continued to avert his gaze from the foggy shower stall just a few feet away. Despite the steam, and his effort to look elsewhere, he could make out the faint silhouette of Amy's figure. Fishing his dick through light blue briefs, he held it as a steady dark yellow stream fell into the bowl below. Seconds later, he stuffed the impressive package back into his shorts and flushed. It was then he heard shower's door open.
The tall blonde stood with the stall open, mist dissipating. Water cascaded over her full breasts and wide hips, golden hair plastered to her body like wet strands of silk. At twenty-six, Amy was nothing short of a dream to the fifty-eight-year-old. Zane didn't have much time to dwell before Amy's fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him into the shower stall, hot water streaming from the nozzle above them. She kicked the door shut and pressed her dripping body against his, firm tits smashing against his chest.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night," she growled, voice husky and weak.
As Zane's briefs became saturated, clinging to his package, Amy pulled them down his thighs.
"Mmm, someone's excited," she said, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Dropping to her knees, she yanked the underwear to the floor and flung them across the tiled floor. His dick planked rigidly, like a just vacated diving board, its distinct bend causing the secretary to take notice.
"And what did my bestie do with this?" Amy giggled, running a warm and wet hand over the quaking shaft. The fact that Lauren had been boned by this fine piece of wood made that moment all the hotter. It was long and narrow, with a distinct hook upwards towards the end.
"Did she do this?"
She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Zane groaned, reaching out to grab onto the shower wall for support. Amy took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard. She reached down and grabbed his balls, giving them a gentle tug. Hips bucking, he drove his cock deeper into Amy's throat. She gagged, but didn't stop, her eyes watering as she sucked him harder and harder.
Tangling his fingers in her wet hair, Zane gripped it tightly as the blonde bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass.
"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, the steam from the shower enveloping them. "You dirty girls must have had so much fun together."
Amy hummed around his shaft, the vibrations driving him wild. She had looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. Pulling back, she ran her tongue along the underside, teasing the sensitive vein.
"You have no idea."
Zane let out a guttural groan as Amy's tight throat squeezed his cock. The feeling was exquisite, like nothing he'd ever experienced. Lauren had certainly been talented, but this was on a whole other level. Amy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she worked him over. Finally, the young woman pulled back, letting his dick slip from her mouth with a wet 'pop'. A strand of saliva connected her lips to the tip, which she promptly licked away. Her hand stroked him slowly, twisting at the base.
"You're a naughty boy too, aren't you? Fucking your best friend's wife like that," she purred."Now it's my turn. I'm gonna ride you until you can't walk straight."
With that, she stood up, turned around, and wiggled her ass, presenting a glistening pussy to him. Reaching back, she spread her lips. He could see the hard nub of her clit.
Wasting no time, Zane gripped Amy's hips and lined up the angry-red head of his throbbing, veiny cock with her slit. With one firm, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaping his lips at the feel of her walls clenching and fluttering around his pulsing shaft.
"Fuck...you...good," he growled, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming into her again, setting a ruthlessly punishing pace that rattled the tiles and echoed off the walls of the shower stall. Amy cried out, her manicured nails scrabbling desperately against the slick sides as the mechanic used her pussy like a cheap fuck-toy.
"Yes, that's it! Pound my cunt like the dirty whore I am," she moaned, glancing back at him with hooded, lust-blown eyes. She had taught Lauren everything she knew about how to use filthy, degrading words during sex and it showed. "Fuck it like used, sloppy meat."
Zane bayed, his grip on her hips bruising as he pistoned in and out of her quivering, dripping hole, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin mingling with their ragged, panting breaths. Amy tits, much larger than her older friend, were bouncing with every forceful thrust, the water cascading down her flushed, writhing body. The older man took delight at seeing his cock disappearing into her sopping wet pussy over and over, causing the inevitable queefing.
Sweat mixed with water as they fucked like demons, saying little now, voices replaced by grunts of pleasure. Zane's hips slammed into Amy's ass with a resounding smack, his large, calloused hands gripping her waist tightly, bruising the delicate skin as he rutted into her like an animal.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together, her desperate moans and his grunts of pleasure fill the steamy air. Amy's head was thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, relishing Zane's hot breath on her neck. her head thrown back as she takes every brutal thrust. She can feel the burn of Zane's fingers digging into her hips, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.
"Harder," she moaned, what voice she had breathy and needy. The fact that this was probably the oldest guy she had ever fucked did not escape her. "Give it to me harder, daddy."
That fueled the biker on, tightening his grip and fucking her even harder, cock slamming into her with bruising force. Zane's eyes were wild, his rugged face contorted in concentration as he jackhammered into her relentlessly. Amy's ample tits jiggled and bounced with the force of his punishing strokes, her pink nipples standing erect, begging to be sucked and twisted. She brought one hand up to knead and squeeze her own breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between her fingers as she moaned like a whore.
Their guttural growls mixed with gasps as they raced towards inescapable releases. Zane clenched teeth, sweat beading on his brow, removing one hand from her hip to yanking her stringy blonde hair back roughly. He bore down, his balls tightening.
