The Ring Corrupts Ch 04 Lauren

My brief interlude with the very attractive Amanda proved my ring worked in America; just as it had in Africa. I'd walked away from her apartment that afternoon expecting the sexual floodgates to open and so they did, to a certain extent. I slept with three women in quick succession. All were strangers and none appeared in any way interested in sex with me; until touched by the ring.

Logistics weren't a problem, because I had the key to the apartment of my friend Paul Corrigan. Paul lived interstate, but came to my city for business. He'd bought himself the apartment for such times and as an investment. So long as I checked with him, Paul was happy for me to utilise it; ostensibly for when I needed to stay in town for an early start the following day. I'd used the apartment freely during my two affairs and now I did the same for my, "ring inspired", trysts.

While the sex was fun with these three women, none of the liaisons reached the heights of my visit to Amanda's flat. She'd been something else and I found her continuing to dominate my thoughts. I'd think about her constantly and become very hard while doing so.

As the days went by the urge to go with her again became overwhelming. So much so, I felt compelled to act on these lustful feelings. I phoned Amanda at her work and arranged to meet for coffee. However, she later called back and left a message cancelling. Not to be deterred I began stalking her; driving by her apartment; walking near her work and scanning the supermarket car park where we'd first met.

The supermarket surveillance proved the winner. On the Sunday I noted her distinctive car. I drove in and parked up, waiting for my quarry to emerge. Soon I spotted her, holding a paper bag full of items. She looked as though she'd been to the gym, wearing a crop top and bicycle shorts. She looked amazing. I drove over and wound down my window.

"Amanda," I called.

"Robert! Hi! Is this a coincidence; you naughty boy?" she asked with a large smile.

"Not really; but you cancelled on me..." I told her, as she walked up to lean on my car window.

"What we did was nice that once Robert, but...well...I have a boyfriend and...yeah; I have a boyfriend."

I wasn't about to muck around. My cock had gone so rigid at first sighting her and I was so hard it hurt. I placed my ring hand on her bare arm. Her eyes went wide at this uninvited touch and she stood up straight.

"Yes; you have a boyfriend. But that didn't stop you letting me fuck your ass."

"Hmmm, that's putting it a bit crudely Robert," she said, her frown turning to a smile at the memory. "But I did, didn't I. It was nice...more than nice...I liked it."

"Let's do it again."

"What; right now?" she asked, looking this way and that.

"Last time you said you were so horny you'd let me fuck you by the cornflakes in the Supermarket."

"I did say that, didn't I," she repeated.

"You feel like that now?" I asked, reaching to grasp her hand.

This time she didn't look to pull back. From her expression I could tell she felt that way.

"I guess...but Brad's waiting at home. We..."

"In the car."

"What!"

"Get in the car."

This caused Amanda to let out a nervous laugh, a puzzled look on her face. Once again she surveyed the carpark.

"You mean in your car...here...in the supermarket carpark?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

"Well I can think of a number of reasons why not. One, we're not teenagers and I..."

"C'mon!" I said, still holding her hand with my ring hand. "I'll park up way over there, in the shade; by the trees. There's only a couple of worker's cars way over there at this time of the day."

I watched as she wrestled with her mixed emotions. That same internal fight I witnessed each time I touched a woman with the ring.

"Hurry! Get in the back," I prompted.

"Oh Robert! You're too much," she snorted, her indecision collapsing. "This is soooo naughty. I can't believe it."

I didn't answer and she got in the back and ducked lower. She reached over and placed her grocery bag on the front seat. I started the car and drove it across to the trees. I backed in, cut the engine and turned to her.

"You want this don't you Amanda?" I asked, again taking hold of her arm.

By way of answer, she sat upright, took my hand and placed it on her breast.

"If we're going to play eighteen year old's, then you best just get in the back here; quick as you can."

I got out and moved to the backdoor. Amanda had already kicked off her runners and begun to peel the tight bike pants down her legs.

"We've got to be quick. I need to get home to Brad," she panted, missing the irony as she cast the pants aside.

As soon as I was in the back, I'd kicked off my shoes and jeans.

Amanda immediately moved in for a brief kiss, turning to press those beautiful mounds into my chest, while her hand moved down to locate my cock.

"Oh yes, baby. You're all ready to go," she exclaimed, once her fingers reached their destination. "Touch me, quick!"

She moved her legs apart, took my hand and placed it on her panties. I felt dampness already present and began to massage her lips.

"Oh yeah, oh yes, just there. My god, you're not even in my panties yet; I can't believe it...you've got the touch...it's just like the last time," she gasped, relishing my touch.

I roughly hauled up her crop top and bra. Her breasts fell free. I went to work on her nipples, while returning a hand to her panties. They were soon soaked, so I pulled them aside to touch bare flesh. I slipped a finger just inside her. Suddenly she tensed and gave a small shudder.

"You came already; you sexy little vixen," I teased her.

"Just a little one...an entrée. I need more...like the last time," she said, pulling back and drawing her panties down those amazingly long tanned legs. I did likewise. We quickly manoeuvred into position, with Amanda below me. I took my cock and ran it along her slippery lips.

"No time for teasing, you bastard. Stick that thing in me."

"As the lady desires," I stated in my best English accent; engaging her hole and driving directly up into her.

Amanda let out a long strangled scream and I felt her warm pussy clench onto my rod.

"Oh yes; oh yes...another one. Oh my god...it's just like the other day. Fuck me Robert; fuck me you gorgeous bastard."

I did as she requested. My head was jammed against the side widow and her legs were directly up in the air; feet on the roof. From my vantage point I could look down the length of her torso. Her breasts moved up and back in time to my thrusting. I watched my rod disappearing in and out of her shaven pussy. This sight, Plus our risky location drove me on and I fucked this beauty like there was no tomorrow.

For her part, Amanda babbled on, eyes closed; just like she had in her apartment. Twice more she announced her orgasm, until my own juices began to rapidly rise. Finally, I thrust in fiercely, held myself deep in her pussy and came with a torrent.

"Oh, oh, oh..." I groaned, in time to my short sharp pelvic jerks.

It was a huge delightful cum, made even better by the sight of the beautiful flushed woman lying beneath me. My heart pounded and my head spun, until I collapsed down on top of her. We lay there panting for fully five minutes. Eventually I summoned the energy to kiss her flushed face. She drew in a breath.

"You shouldn't have finished in me Robert, you naughty boy. I told you the other day..."

"Shit! Sorry; I forgot; but you don't have to mind; I fire blanks."

"Bullshit!" she said, with a smirk of disbelief. "You got kids."

"Yeah! By donor. I've got low sperm count. Wife's eggs; John Doe's sperm."

It was the truth. Penny had been desperate for a baby since in her teens. She'd never used contraception and began to wonder why she'd not fallen pregnant. She insisted I get tested and I'd reluctantly agreed. The tests told us why.

"Well, that's all good then. I won't worry," she nodded, then smiled broadly. "Fuck that sex was incredible...again. What is it about you Robert, you sexy beast? I just seem to cum and cum."

"I dunno what it is," I lied. "Maybe we got chemistry?"

"Maybe? Anyway; I've got to get home to Brad," she said, moving to push me up and off her. "I'll have to put him off fucking me, thanks to you. I'll be as slippery as a mud slide. I'll give him a nice long blow job; he'll like that."

We both laughed, sitting up and beginning to dress.

"But straight to the shower first, I reckon," I added, noting the smell of sex pervading the car.

"Yeah, I reckon," she giggled.

I decided Amanda was a good sort. I'd like her even if she wasn't an absolute babe. However, that lunchtime, when I watched her walk back to her own car, would be the last time I'd lust after her. I'd had my fill. The infatuation just seemed to dissipate following the carpark liaison. I wasn't sure why, but that desperate urge to fuck Amanda was no longer with me.

"The ring maybe?" I thought to myself. "But why...why so passionate and then it's gone?"

I decided there was still plenty I had to learn about my ring.

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From this point on I became increasingly aware of variation in my attraction to different women. If the ring agreed with my observation of a woman, I'd get a surge of testosterone and the urge to mate. When the ring was less enthusiastic, it would still work its magic on the woman in question, but my drive would not be so high. It became clear to me that the ring was impacting as much on me as it was on the women I touched. I didn't like this notion so much. My influencing others was fine by me, but anything affecting me wasn't such a good thing.

Two more facts began to concern me. First, I began to note an increase in my libido, at home. I couldn't work out where the urge was directed, but it seemed to be my wife. This unsettled me and I dealt with it by fighting back, resisting it. I'd always removed the ring, prior to lovemaking with Penny. I just didn't think it was right to get her all aroused and wasn't even sure I'd enjoy her like that. As a result, nothing especially exciting had occurred with our love making. No multiple orgasms or the like. It was just normality and I quite liked it that way with Penny.

Second, the same issue was occurring at work. I'd continued to receive much praise for the results of my trip to Ghana. My two higher ranking work colleagues and I had secured the results we went for, in regard to the local tribes, those involved in the industries and the Ghanaian politicians. My team appeared happy, except for Vanessa having an ongoing problem with a woman from another team. However, I couldn't remove the ring during the day or it would express its displeasure by providing me with a gripping pain in my testicles. Thus it was free to direct my sexual urges in any direction it wished. One direction concerned me the most. My most junior staff member, Emily, was looking an increasingly attractive proposition.

I couldn't say I'd never admired Emily in a sexual manner. She was pretty and had a nice body, but Emily was happily married. I'd attended the wedding, met her husband and I liked her as an upbeat work colleague around the office. This increasing attraction didn't sit easily with me and I started removing the ring when she entered my office.

I actively began to look for distractions from these urges at home and work. I decided I needed a liaison with a woman away from both. Ironically it was Penny who unwittingly pointed me in the direction.

"You'll need to go and watch Adele play her game this afternoon."

"Yeah...maybe," I replied, not at all keen on watching girls' soccer.

"Robert!" she said sternly. "I always go; but today I'm going over to Bridget's and won't be back until dinner. We always watch her. You'll need to do it."

"Ok, Ok; I'll go," I said, while silently bemoaning what a chore it would be.

That afternoon I dropped Adele off, before leaving to run an errand; so I didn't have to watch the build-up. By the time I returned the second half had already started. Other parents and supporters were lined up, leaning on the fence that ran along the length of the pitch. I stood behind them watching the game for a time. This didn't prove a wise move, with my cock growing hard at the sight of the young 18 year old's running around the field. I consciously looked to distract myself, by surveying the spectators.

"Any possibilities here?" I thought, running my eyes over the women present, most of who were with husbands or siblings of those playing.

Then I spied Lauren Jensen, standing on her own toward the end of the pitch. The surge of blood to my groin was intense. It was as if my cock was a missile that had locked onto its target. Once I'd adjusted myself I walked her way.

Lauren was the mother of Tara, the same age as Adele. There was also a son, Jack, aged about 14. Unfortunately for the family, Lauren's husband Howard had walked out on them one year previous. Everyone felt bad for Lauren and the kids. She was seen as a nice person and Howard hadn't been a good husband or father to the children.

Penny had offered much support to Lauren at the time of separation. Tara hadn't been in Adele's group of close friends, but Penny had insisted she make Tara more welcome. Adele complained that Tara wasn't cool enough for her group, but Penny put her foot down and Adele relented. This friendship and Penny's support had seen Lauren, Tara and Jack come over for dinner a couple of times; so I knew Lauren quite well. So far as I was aware she'd not found another man.

"She says she's got no interest in another relationship," Penny mentioned, the last time we'd discussed Lauren. "Says she just wants to devote her time to raising her children. Maybe after they leave home?"

"That's a pity; she's an attractive woman," I'd commented honestly.

"Well the other thing is those anti-depressants she's on," Penny continued. "They don't help anyone's sex drive."

I recalled Penny's words, walking up behind the woman in question, as she rested on the fence. She might be depressed, but Lauren Jensen was still an attractive woman, behind her square framed glasses. Shoulder length brown hair, tall for a woman, with a well-proportioned figure. It was a warm spring day and she was casually dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt, flowing skirt, which came to below the knee and flat shoes. It wasn't an outfit shouting out that she was looking for a man, but nor was she looking dowdy.

"The anti-depressants inhibiting her libido will be a nice challenge," I thought, fingering the gold ring. "You'll do nicely Lauren Jensen."

My cock remained hard; reaffirming the ring was pleased with my choice. I leaned on the fence beside her.

"Hi Lauren, how's the game going?"

"Oh! Hi Robert. Nice to see you. It's one nil to us. The girls are playing well. Have you been away? The last I heard you were in Africa."

"I've been back a few weeks," I said, smiling at her, before looking to the field, feigning interest in the game. "How've you been?"

"Yeah...Ok. I love watching the kids play their sport."

"Yeah; it's great seeing them away from those screens. And I hear they're going out afterwards."

"That's right; their usual post-game treat."

The team always went to a café after soccer, for an after game treat. My daughter Adele had already indicated that would be the case today and she'd get dropped home later. The only issue would be Lauren's son.

"Woah! Your girl Tara looks like she's shot up. Has she had a late growth spurt?" feeling my cock pulse as I watched the teenager. "How old is she now?"

"Just turned 18; same age as Adele. Yeah, I think she's had a growth spurt. About time too; she was such a little thing."

"Well she looks much...older now," I said, almost blurting out 'bigger', as I noted Tara's breasts showing through her soccer shirt.

Soccer shirts are the most unbecoming item of clothing a teenage girl could wear. For me to notice Tara's breasts under her loose shirt meant she'd definitely grown up somewhat, inheriting her mother's nicely proportioned tits; possibly even larger. Lauren gave me an inquisitive look. The look a protective mother gives, when a dirty old man is focussing too long on her teenage daughter

"Bloody ring!" I thought, annoyed, quickly looking to change the subject.

"And Jack; how's he getting on?"

"He's fine. Left for school camp this morning. Four days of adventure up in the mountains."

"Oh yeah, that'll be some fun," I agreed, delighted at this news. "Any dates lately Lauren?"

"No! I just don't have the inclination really," she said with a smile. "All my efforts are centred on the children right now. We're all still a bit hurt over the way their father walked out on us."

"Yeah; that was very unfair of Howard," I said, reaching out to pat her arm with my ring hand, as if to offer sympathy.

Two pats and one long stroke, before I withdrew the hand and turned back to the game. I no longer had any need to check that the ring was working. It always seemed to do so.

Lauren went silent and this was enough to tell me she was experiencing some unexpected sensations. Likely she'd repressed such feelings for some time. After a couple of minutes I felt her hand settle on my forearm, mimicking my touch on her.

"And how've you been lately Robert? Everything good?"

"Yeah...Yeah I think so," I answered very nonchalantly. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh; I don't know; you just seem a little pensive that's all," she said, moving her hand along my arm, before removing it.

"No no! I'm all good," I said, keeping my eyes on the game.

About five minutes later, one of the opposition players got injured and there was a stop in play. I turned toward her and noted she was quick to look away. I placed my hand on her arm again and lowered my voice, to ensure my words were not overheard.

"Hey look Lauren; I'm in no hurry after this. Jack's away; the girls are going out for something to eat. Shall I come over for a coffee after the game...for a proper catch up?"

Lauren turned her head to look at me, her eyes widening at this suggestion. They darted back and forth between mine. I knew the look well. They betrayed the mixed emotions she was feeling, at this suggestion. The tongue emerged to purse her lips, a little bite at the lip, her brow furrowing as she wrestled with the unfamiliar sensations rising in her body. Under normal circumstances, she'd have politely rejected my suggestion in an instant. However, it was apparent Lauren's body was pleading with her to accept. I moved my hand up and back along her forearm. She licked her lips again and finally answered.

"OK!" she nodded. "Yeah...a catch up...yeah; that'd be nice. Um...look...I'm going straight home after the game, I...."

"Great! I'll call in," I replied, moving giving her upper arm a long stroke with my ring hand.

Lauren smiled broadly, now clearly relishing what she was feeling. I'd awoken something. She might have arrived at the game solely focussed on her children, but her focus had now shifted.

As soon as the game concluded in a two-nil victory, Lauren walked over to congratulate Tara. I gave my smiling daughter a wave and headed off. It wouldn't have done for anyone to see me and Lauren Jensen departing together. I drove to her house and parked a way down the street. Lauren drove past ten minutes later. I got out, walked along and up her driveway.

Lauren was still beside her car as I approached. She looked around like a scared animal. I smiled to myself, the nervous display emphasising her conflicted feelings about our rendezvous.

We walked to the door and I made some light talk about how good her coffee might be. Lauren looked a little more at ease once she led me into the house, away from prying eyes.