Ascending Lauren

[SimpleEnigma]

@veub,

Yours is a most sincere and dead-on assessment of the practice of extreme humiliation. During Lauren's 'slut years' tenure, we did indeed mirror Amy Cuddy's idea that given enough time, you become what you fake.

The time-scale in Ascending Lauren is measured in months, but in reality, Lauren ramped up the humiliation - with my sanction - over the course of the middle of our now decades long marriage. 10 years of deliciously brutal abuse, some of which we haven't yet written about, nor may we ever (think collars and leases, cages - which I hate BTW - and pegging). Yes, it was a tortuous 1980's full of depravity.

In the beginning, it was just to spice things up. Lauren realized early on that I enjoyed being 'put in my place' and things gradually became more cruel, all in the name of satisfying my penchants. Then, Lauren found - along with her submissive side - that she actually likes humiliating me, and escalated the (craved) abuse for years. True to Cuddy's theory, for a period of time, I DO believe we became what we roleplayed, turning darker and darker.

I don't claim this to be good or bad. We look back on those years as being formative, and while there WERE dark times, we quite enjoyed a lot of it, and there are fond memories. We also made a ton of friends in the LS; some of which the characters in AL are culled from. We look on those times as win-win. Lauren racked up her body count (don't ask how many) and my fetish was easily satiated. Although I did use our safe word once in a state of shock, I continued to subject myself to a plethora of humiliation, some of which will be chronicled in upcoming chapters. And believe me, Lauren was happy to dish it out.

Fortunately for us, while there were definitely odious moments, we prevailed relatively unscathed. Even in our ripe old age, we still play. We just don't go quite as hard. Grandkids take priority over hedonism.

Has there been long term effects? Possibly. The craving to be humiliated continues to gnaw at me - which Lauren is happy to scratch - and Lauren herself still enjoys a good whipping. There is no doubt we are a few bubbles off center, and our experiences probably have warped us further. But then again, in my experience as being one, wittols are fundamentally broken souls to begin with. Whether we were born that way or evolved due to life happenings is open to debate. Many of us know the event which was the nexus that sowed the kink's seed. I know I do.

Just wanted to pop in and say we like and respect your observation. You seem to be a wise person, and we hope you continue reading. It continues to amaze us how educated our readers tend to be.

[hotpastdawn]

I love that I found this thread! I have a lot of catch-up reading to do.

[SimpleEnigma]

Another pop-in to welcome hotpastdawn to the debauchery. We hope you enjoy the read!

To all:

Like many of you, Lauren and I are enjoying our summer, traveling and hanging by the pool with grandkids. We will continue the Ascending Lauren series soon, but writing is a hobby and we have to 'feel it'. Friends, family, and the need to make more memories is where our heads are at at the moment. We do appreciate your readership, so please check back often. Feel free to PM us for a more personal touch.

As always, stay tolerant friends.

[venus-can99]

Hope you and Lauren are enjoying the summer with family and friends. We will wait patiently for updates to AL

[hongtea]

Thoughts on Serenity Cox as a Lauren muse:

https://www.pornhub.com/model/serenity-cox

[Breakerhymen]

Nope….Lauren much sexier—thinner with smaller breasts and a sexier more realistic tesponse to sex

[hongtea]

Chapter 1 was first published on lit in Aug 29 2020... almost 4 years ! Hoping for 4 more years and more of writing from Simple and Lauren, even if not AL

[venus-can99]

Chapter 1 was first published on lit in Aug 29 2020... almost 4 years ! Hoping for 4 more years and more of writing from Simple and Lauren, even if not AL

Well said hongtea.

[SimpleEnigma]

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CHAPTER 30
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The following chapter is a transitional one of sorts, especially for our favorite wittol, as he realizes that sometimes, there is no going back.

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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.

Amy cried out. She could feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her belly, her walls fluttering and clenching around the biker's thick shaft. "Gonna cum!"

The glass shattering squeals that accompanied her convulsions tattled on her neighbors as she came. Body twisting, Zane's grip on her hair was the only thing that kept her from toppling into the glass shower door. Pulling out, he guided her gently to her knees as she savored the orgasm. When Amy opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her, cock in hand as he jerked it mightily.

Within a few strokes he too erupted, lobbing thick spurts of semen over her with each massive pulse, skin glistening with the thick, creamy cum that splattered on her face and tits. Pearly white droplets briefly clung to her lashes, dripping down her cheeks and chin, before being whisked away by the water.

For at least a minute, both stood frozen in time, catching their breath as the warm shower caressed their skin. Finally, Amy reached up and turned off the handle, the stream slowing to a trickle. She smiled, trying to rise to her feet on shaky legs.

"Let's try that in a bed now."

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Corey's eyes fluttered open, his eyes adjusting to the dim light in the hospital room where curtains had been drawn. With a few blinks, his gaze landed on a figure sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. A very familiar figure. Within seconds, the person had covered the distance and was now standing by his side, clutching his hand.

Lauren.

He tried to talk but couldn't, throat dry and parched. His voice was unfamiliar to his own ears. An attempt to sit up caused dizziness.

In seconds, Lauren sprang from the chair and hurried to his bedside. Corey felt the squeeze of her fingers and the mist in her eyes. "Shh, shh, don't try to move," she consoled, gently pressing the other hand to his shoulder.

"Where?" he croaked softly.

"Venice Memorial."

"Why?"

Lauren looked down at him compassionately, choking back a river of tear. "Because of something I did."

Corey's head began to clear a little. The art gallery, Dale and his wife Amanda, surprised looks on everyone's faces. Rick and Lucy...and Lauren. A nausea began to well up in the pit of his stomach as the heart rate on the beeping machine began to rise.

"I'm so sorry."

He nodded, stilly foggy.

"We didn't know," Lauren continued, "it wasn't planned."

It was Corey's turn to squeeze her hand. He believed her.

"I thought I had lost you," she gushed, sobbing. "Oh my God, what would I do without you?

A knuckle rap on the door interrupted any further painful recollections of the previous evening. A smiling and over-caffeinated doctor in a white lab coat entered with two nurses in tow.

"Hey now, why all the tears on this beautiful morning?" he asked cheerfully, handing a grateful Lauren a tissue. Then, turning to Corey, "I'm Doctor Gilbert, the attending physician. How you feeling, pal?"

"Thirsty."

"Well, we'll take care of that in a minute. Besides thirty?"

The memory of last night came creeping back. "A little sick." That wasn't a lie. "What's wrong with me?"

"Beyond an elevated heart rate and pulse when you came to us, everything else seems normal. The acute kind of fainting you experienced is usually brought on by a sudden onset of shock, either physically or mentally. Do you remember anything stressful around the time things started to get murky?"

Corey looked up at Lauren, then back to the doctor. Besides learning my wife had slept with my boss and HIS wife?

He shook his head. "No."

"Are you sure?" This time the doc looked between husband and wife as if he was fishing for a clue. He frowned at Corey's feeble nod and didn't fare any better after several more leading questions were unsuccessful.

"Okay, well, listen, I'd still like to do a couple tests, since you're stable, insurance says it can be done as outpatient. So, I'm going to send you home with orders for a tilt table exercise. They can do an EKG there as well."

Lauren agreed and looked lovingly upon her husband. "He'll do it, I'll make sure of it."

"Great, well, you can go ahead and get dressed. It'll take a few minutes for the discharge papers and then an orderly will be up with a wheelchair. If you start feeling weird in any way, especially lightheaded or floaters in your eyes, you come right back here, got it?"

Corey nodded again, this time more eagerly. He was ready to go. Lauren leaned over and cradled his face, kissing a cheek. The doctor made his way to the door but paused before leaving.

"By the way," he leafed through his patient's chart, "whoever, eh... Jezebel... is, please let her know you're okay. You were babbling her name the whole time you were being admitted last night."

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The melodic sounds of The Wailers drifted through the townhome as Amy flushed the toilet and sauntered back into her bedroom where Zane lay propped up on his elbows. A sheet was covering his dad bod, firm but showing his age. She stopped at the foot of the bed and stood there, hands on hips, wearing nothing but his well-worn leather vest which did nothing to conceal her breasts.

The young blonde stood before Zane with a coy smile. She'd had a lot of men, but very few were both gentle and rocked her world like the older man in her bed right now. Golden locks cascaded down her back in lush waves, framing the flushed, youthful face as Picardo gazed at her. The rest of her hair fell teasingly down to her navel, drawing the eye to the glistening, bald mound between her toned, shapely thighs. She looked like the type of woman men jerked off to late at night while their unsuspecting wives slept.

Amy slowly crawled onto the bed, balancing on her knees. With a mischievous grin, she grasped the sheet covering Zane and ripped it away, exposing his flaccid cock which twitched in the sudden cool air. She knee-walked towards him, her dripping pussy bumping against his growing erection. Zane gasped as he felt the heat and wetness of her cunt teasing his shaft. Amy reached down and wrapped her delicate fingers around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking up and down. "Mmm, looks like someone is ready for round two," she purred in a sing-song voice.

Positioning herself over his bent dick, Amy slowly lowered herself down, adjusting to the curve, hissing through clenched teeth as his thick, rigid member penetrated her tight, sopping slit.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, her walls clenching hard.

Bracing her hands on his broad chest, Amy began to ride him, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm. Zane's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she fucked herself with his rock-hard meat. Only the sounds of sloppy squishes, the slap of skin on skin, and their ragged breaths and moans filled the room.

Amy threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the euphoric sensations. "Harder, daddy," she cried, her manicured nails digging into Zane's flesh. "Make me your dirty slut!"

The biker obliged, his hips snapping up to meet her every downward thrust. He pounded into her ruthlessly, the force of his strokes causing the bed to creak and groan beneath them. Amy's ample tits bounced with each punishing impact, her needy whimpers and moans spurring Zane on.

Leaning forward, the young girl pressed her lips to his in a searing, passionate kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth to dance with his own. She nipped at his lower lip, a playful smile on her face before trailing her mouth down his jaw and neck. Sucking and licking at his rugged skin, she eventually reached his graying chest, latching onto one of his nipples and flicking her tongue over the hardened bud.

Zane growled, brushing aside the leather vest that clung to Amy's body. He gripped her jiggling tits, kneading and squeezing the soft, pliant flesh as she rode him. Her own hands reached up to cover his, guiding his movements as he teased and pinched her erect nipples. Inner thighs slid outer thighs, delicate skin caressing rugged flesh as she rode him relentlessly. The crookedness of the mechanic's long, thin cock pummeled her sensitive flesh, hitting all the right spots and drawing out guttural moans of pleasure from the young vixen.

Head thrashing from side to side, blonde hair flying wildly as the sensations overwhelmed her. Zane's shaft felt like molten steel, filling her in the obscenest way. With each powerful thrust, Amy's walls fluttered and clenched around him greedily, desperate for more.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me, use me!" she cried out, nails raking down his barrel chest. "I want every inch of your cock. GIVE IT TO ME!"

Craning his neck, Zane latched onto one of her nipples and gently bit down, causing the pretty secretary to squeal. The bouncing globe popped out and Amy bent again, her forehead against his as they stared intensely into each other's eyes, feeling their mutual climaxes locked and loaded. Their tongues battled, all teeth and desperation. And then it hit suddenly, violently, crashing down on them from above. Both convulsed, expelling fluids to consummate the intimate coupling. Amy by unleashing her juices onto his cock, and Zane by unloading yet another load of semen into her womb.

And then it was over, sending Amy crashing to Zane's chest as the pair struggled to regain their breath. It had been short, but completely satisfying lovemaking and both were content to lie in each other's arms as his dick slowly deflated in her well-fucked pussy. As they came to their senses, Amy nuzzled Zane's nose with hers, not wanting the glow to end.

"Where does the wind take you now?" she asked, a part of her unsure if she wanted to hear the answer. After all, she barely knew this man, and he was her best friend's lover.

Picardo shrugged. "Not sure. West maybe? Vegas?"

Amy considered this, then offered, "Miami has motorcycles." She bit her lower lip, almost nervously.

Zane shook his head. "And what? Live on the beach? Nah, Miami's too expensive."

"Well, you could stay here for a bit, check out the local scene. There are a few Harley dealers around - I'm sure one of them could find you a good mechanic."

The biker pulled his head deeper into the pillow, studying her closely. "You ever had a guy stay here before?"

"No," she admitted.

"Then why me?"

Amy pushed herself up to a sitting position, her satisfied groin pressing against his belly. She shrugged.

"Maybe it's time to get a dog."

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Sunday, April 29th
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Corey carefully made his way to the couch from the bedroom and eased down into the soft cushions. He still felt like shit, but it wasn't from a lack of sleep. Upon Lauren bringing him home from the hospital the day before, he had gone straight to bed, not awakening until just a little while ago at nine a.m.

Reaching for the remote, he flipped through a few channels until landing on Face the Nation. Lauren followed a few minutes later, stretching in her nightwear before sitting down beside him. She took the remote and muted the sound.

"You know we need to talk about this," she said gently, curling her feet up beneath her and placing a hand on his knee.

"Yes, I suppose we do," he agreed, forcing a feeble smile.

"It wasn't planned."

Both their minds went back to that first time on Myles' yacht, with Max Bemer, the bar owner. That had been arranged, and it wouldn't be a stretch to think this had been as well.

Corey nodded. "Okay." He believed her, he really did, but it didn't make things any easier.

"I was hoping that just a speck of our new life here could be normal. Plus, this is my career. The one thing I wanted to keep separate from our new... tendencies."

"I'm sorry," Lauren frowned, running her fingers through his graying hair. "If I had known... "

A wave of Corey's hand dismissed her apology. "It's fine. Nothing surprises me anymore."

The couple shared an awkward, quiet moment.

"So now what?" she asked. "Where do we go from here? I like the attention. And the sex. But you are the most important thing in my life, not..."

Her voice trailed off, not really knowing how to describe the past year.

Corey turned to his wife. "Maybe we could have just something normal. Like Des Moines was."

"Miami isn't Des Moines," Lauren chuckled. "Normalcy doesn't exist here. The only way to be normal is to stop altogether."

His brow furrowed and he appeared panicked.

"What is it, babe?"

"But I'm worthless to you now," Corey blurted out. For all his twisted fantasies of her actually leaving him, he knew that's exactly what would happen if she stopped playing. Her libido was too kindled now; the genie was out of the bottle and no way to put it back. She would surely quickly tire of his fetish induced ED and then what?

"Good God, that's ridiculous."

"I can't satisfy you anymore, I know that much."

Lauren stared into his misty eyes. She usually reserved going there for bedroom humiliation, but there was no denying it. He was no match for younger lovers.

"Our marriage has never been built on just sex. We were down to what in Iowa, one a month maybe? And yet our relationship was fine. You are my rock, my anchor. When things get too crazy, you are always there for me. We are going to die in each other's arms, old and wrinkled."

Corey's shoulders sagged with relief. Deep down, he knew it was true.

"Of course, one of us will be more wrinkled than the other," she poked him in the arm hoping for a smile. But his gloomy expression persisted.

"Okay, look, how about we take a little time off from all these... um... distractions? Be normal, whatever that is down here. Go sightseeing, take in a movie. Maybe go see Amelia. She's about as normal as it gets."

Hearing his daughter's name perked up the Miller patriarch. It certainly would be cooler in Chicago.

"I think I'd like that."

Lauren looked deeper into his eyes. "Can you control it?"

Corey scrunched his nose. "I'm not sure," he replied honestly, "probably as much chance as you taming your beast."

The forty-eight-year-old blinked. "Fair enough. We dial things back and take one day at a time."

That put a grin on the older man's face. It was worth a try. "Sounds great to me."

An inquisitive then crossed his face.

"You, eh, you got got any weed?"

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Through a concerted effort, things did begin to calm down for Lauren and Corey. Determined to recapture some of the relaxed pace of their former lives, they reverted to those things that used to bring them comfort and peace.

Professionally, Lauren hired additional staff to allow her to spend more time at home. She was relieved to hear that Shane Carson was no longer employed with Rekrap, having unexpectedly quit with no explanation. Privately, Lauren begged off all date invitations, including those from Alex and Griffin, and stopped all impulsive trysts like those with Nate. Every night, the loving wife came right home after work, fixed dinner, and focused on the way they used to be.

Of course, Corey had his own demons to work through. Shortly after the collapse, Dale Dactyl had given the older man some time off to recuperate and 'get his head right'. A week later, the billionaire showed up at the apartment, a six-pack of IPA in his hand and a look of contrition on his face as Lauren answered the door.

"Eh, hi there," the entrepreneur greeted her sheepishly. "Is he home?"

The pair's gaze met, their eyes registering that brief memory of intimacy that only once lovers can share. With a soft smile, Lauren moved away from the entrance and allowed the visitor to enter. Without a word, she picked a fob and headed for the hallway.

"You can stay if you'd like," Dale said, "I'll only be a minute."

The pretty brunette looked over her shoulder and winked. "Thanks, but I'm going to work out. Besides, you two have things to work out as well."

Both men watched as the door closed behind an ass that was clad in the tightest fitting yoga pants they'd ever seen. A moment later, the boss sat down beside his employee and handed him a beer.

"How you feeling?"

Corey shrugged and popped the tab. "Okay."

"We miss you in the office."

"Sorry."

The sarcasm and distain were obvious.

"Look, I know you're upset about..."

"You fucked my wife," Corey interrupted, fixing his employer with a cold stare.

Dale frowned. "We fucked Meadow, not your Lauren."

"Who?"

"We met a woman named Meadow on a swinger's cruise and shit happened."

Corey shook his head. Meadow. He could hardly believe how crazy things had gotten. "Ricky and Lucy."

"Dude, we didn't know."

"Yeah, that's what everybody keeps telling me."

"But it's true."

"What do you want from me, forgiveness?"

Dale sat up straight and bristled. "No, just your understanding. Amanda and I have done nothing to forgive. Your wife on the other hand..."

The younger man was stopped in mid-sentence by a calloused hand held high.

"Neither has she."

"Come again?"

Corey took a sip of beer and looked at his shoes. "She's had a hall pass pretty much since moving down here."

Dale's jaw started to drop, then curled into a knowing grin as he thought back to prior conversations. "I see. So, when you asked while fishing about Florida's liberal attitude towards sex, you really were curious."

"I guess, yeah."

"You little devil, you. I'll be damned. Open marriage, then. Keeping it fresh. Good for you."

Corey drained the hoppy can of brew and reached for another, debating on whether to leave things like that or clarify. His fetish won.

"Not exactly. I'm more of a... voyeur."

Dale pursed his lips and studied the man he had hired to basically take over his operations so he and Amanda would have more time to screw women like this guy's wife.

"I understand."

The men sat in silence watching the ballgame that had been on the entire time. At the bottom of the seventh inning, Corey's curiosity got the best of him. He turned and looked at his boss contemplatively.

"In your state room?"

A bit startled at the question, Dale drew on his own drink and swallowed. "Yes."

"All three of you?"

A nervous chuckle, then another "Yes."

Corey could feel the familiar twitch in his groin and did his best to suppress it.

"Did you like it?"

Ever tactful, Dale responded without being crude. "We enjoyed her company, yes."

"Did you like fucking my wife, boss?"

The creases around the tycoon's eyes deepened. He wasn't sure where Corey was headed this. It could be just the natural curiosity of a cuckold scopophiliac, or it could turn dark very fast. Dale decided to find out.

He cleared throat. "As a matter of fact, I did. We did."

The conversation was taking a completely different course than the businessman had expected, but now he was intrigued. He didn't want to cause another episode, but the thought that he was entrusting his company to a wittol was scintillating.

"You know, my friend, your little bride was an absolute wildcat in the bedroom," Dale drawled, taking a long pull from his beer. "Amanda and I had such a wonderful time with her on that cruise."

Corey shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his eyes downcast. It was one thing for him to imagine it, yet another for his boss to be regaling in it.

"Mandy tongued that hairless snatch good."

The telltale tent in the older man's shorts gave away his reception. Dale leaned in closer.

"She begged us to use her, to fill all of her hungry little holes."

Corey met his employer's eyes who seemed to be gleaming with malicious delight.

"Would you like me to tell you how she squealed when I pounded that tight ass of hers?"

The native Iowan's face was flush with arousal as Dale continued to taunt him with the sordid details of the encounter with Lauren.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you," Dale chuckled.

Corey opened his mouth to deny it, but the words caught in his throat. His body had betrayed him, and he knew it.

"It's okay, buddy, I can see it written all over your face."

"We... we're taking a break, you know."

Dale nodded. "Probably a good idea, considering."

On screen, the top of the order for the home team stepped up to the plate. They watched quietly as the pitcher threw a fast ball, slider, and change up.

"Lauren's staying home," Corey said out loud, "not going out anymore."

The wealthy construction magnate raised an eyebrow and gently nodded again. "Okaaay."

The count was two balls and two strikes now.

"Stepping away."

"I can respect that. Although you sure seem all in."

Corey ignored the comment. "When can I come back to the office?"

"Monday, if you're up for it?"

"G-g-g-ood."

Both men stared at the TV, not moving.

"Did you come in her mouth?"

Dale chortled, nearly dropping his beer. "What?"

"Did you come in my wife's mouth?" Corey repeated matter-of-factly, his eyes never leaving the glowing tube.

"I... I really don't remember."

The project manager shot his boss a dirty look. "You remember everything else."

The cleanup batter took a ball outside as the men heard the knob of the apartment door begin to turn. Just as the next pitch went yard for a three-run homer, Lauren returned from the gym, her workout clothes glistening with sweat, her breathing labored but slow from the stair-stepper.

Dale smiled and tilted his head, raising his beer in a toast to the brunette, laughing at her odd, inquisitive expression.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?"

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Jorma Meier, the crafty club manager, leered lecherously at Chloe Ceallaigh as the buxom redheaded stripper sauntered into his office. Topless, Chloe had been on the club floor hustling drinks and giving private dances to the horny patrons. Now, she stood before her boss and another white-haired man seated in front of Jorma's expensive desk. She was wearing only a thin green silk thong, and her fiery red hair tumbled over her substantial bare breasts.

"Autumn, this is Clyde," Stoop grinned, careful only to use Chloe's stage name.

Chloe nodded politely and offered her pale hand to the older gentleman, guessing he was about seventy or so. She could feel the eyes of both men roving over her nearly naked body. That was okay, it went with the territory.

"Pleased to meet you, sir."

Stoop beamed. He prided himself on hiring the finest refined entertainers in Miami.

"Mr. Clyde is one of our biggest sponsors. I'm sure you've seen ads for his Smut Den Book Emporium on our napkins and menus."

She had. And on the dozens of billboards across South Florida.

"Yes, I have, although I don't have as much time as I'd like to read."

The old guy chuckled. "Most of my clientele don't purchase my product for the editorials."

Chloe giggled. He was a handsome septuagenarian, resembling the colonel from those chicken commercials. Hands on hips and posing, she raised her brow playfully. "I suppose not. What do your clients buy them for?"

Jorma cleared his throat. "Clyde has been admiring your artistic dancing for some time now and asked if he could meet you."

The redhead winked and curtsied, with a silly, disarming look on her face. "Well, here I am."

Her boss took a seat behind his desk and began looking at some food ordering forms for the kitchen. "He'd also like to get to know you more... personally."

Yep, there it was. If Chloe had learned anything in life, men always want something.

The stripper took a step closer. "Would you like to accompany me to the VIP room?"

Mr. Clyde shook his head, his loose jowls jiggling. "Just suck my dick, girlie." At his age, he didn't have time to pussyfoot around. A man had to cut to the chase. "Now."

Chloe glanced at Jorma, who looked up from his paperwork long enough to shrug. She usually liked working a client into a frenzy first, but business was business. Sighing, she knelt in front of Clyde and moved her hand to his dusty trousers.

Chloe yanked down Clyde's zipper, freeing his flaccid, aged member. She stuck out her tongue, letting it lick a slow, teasing trail from the base to the tip. "Mmm, looks like someone's eager for Mommy's attention," she taunted.

Without further ado, the dancer opened her mouth wide and swallowed Clyde's shaft, bobbing her head up and down as she hollowed her cheeks. She could feel his cock slowly hardening in her mouth, the salty taste of his precum dribbling onto her tongue as it dipped into the pink slit. Her red lips slid up and down the wrinkled cock, crimson hair swaying with the rhythm of her movements. Musky precum filled her nostrils.

The old man's hips bucked as Chloe took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his full length. He had been a big man in his day. Humming around the shaft, the vibrations elicited marked appreciation.

"Fuck yes, that's it, you dirty slut," Clyde rasped, tangling his gnarled fingers in Chloe's silky tresses. He began to thrust his pelvis, fucking her mouth with increasing desperation.

Neither of them saw the young runner, Charlie Weber, enter his boss's office with a sheet of paper in his hand. A runner was simply a term that meant he did everything in the club that nobody else wanted to do.

"Here's the latest kitchen pantry inventory," he said, before noticing the girl on her knees blowing an old guy. There was only one stripper at Sandy's that had red hair, and that was his girlfriend. Wide-eyed, he let go of the document, and it fluttered to the floor.

"Fuck's wrong with you, boy?" Jorma frowned, bending over to pick it up. "Does this include the produce order?" He then followed his employee's gaze to scene in front of his desk. "What? You never seen a whore suck dick?"

Charlie bristled at the manager's comments about his girlfriend. Stopp was likely the only staff member who hadn't realized that Chloe and Charlie were dating, which was fortunate since it was strictly against the rules. And now her boyfriend was trying his best to ignore the sight of his first love enthusiastically performing oral sex on the wrinkled old man before him. However, the sounds made it impossible.

"Is there anything else, sir?" the young man asked derisively.

The pace at which Chloe was blowing the old coot slowed noticeably when she recognized the voice behind her.

"What are you doing, young lady?" Clyde objected, his remaining teeth clenched. "Don't stop, I'm... I'm so close f."

The wet, slurping noises of Chloe's lips sliding up and down Clyde's shaft had made Charlie's face burn with humiliation. He had heard the old man's ragged breathing, punctuated by grunts of pleasure as the stripper worked her magic.

"Fuck, yes! That's it, you dirty little slut!" His hips bucking erratically as he was edged.

As the club's benefactor looked down, he was captivated by the sight of the redheaded stripper's luscious mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. Her full, glossy lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling and licking the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The view of her bobbing head was incredibly profane - her fiery curls falling down her back, hiding her face as she worked his cock with wanton need. On the occasions when she did glance up, those emerald eyes smiled and the corners of her mouth curled in a wanton smile.

Below that pretty face, her topless body and meaty breasts swaying with each movement, the thin thong accenting a perfectly curved back, guiding anyone who cared to look to her long, toned legs in high heels that jutted out from her kneeling position.

It was all too much. Having watched from afar the pretty twenty-year-old take her clothes off night after night, her being up close and personal, dick down her throat, was simply overwhelming. Without warning, Clyde let out a shuddering gasp, his entire torso tensing as his aged cock erupted. Thick, creamy ropes of hot, salty cum shot into Chloe's waiting mouth, coating her tongue and the insides of her cheeks with his foul spunk. The dancer was ready, having long understood the signs on a man's impending orgasm.

An authority on erotic visuals, the young girl swished the goo around her mouth before parting her lips to show her prize. Strings of spunk dripped from her chin as she lewdly displayed it, eyes gleaming with contrived delight.

With a final gulp, Chloe swallowed the foul seed, letting it slither down her throat until it was gone. Rising from her knees, a thin trail of saliva ran down her neck as she meekly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the dumbfounded Charlie, who was heading towards the office door. It wasn't like he didn't know what she did in the VIP rooms and beyond, its just that he'd only recently seen her do these things. And to be in the boss' office, well...

As Chloe began to follow her secret boyfriend out, Jorma's gruff voice stopped them in their tracks.

"The fuck you think you're going?" the club manager growled.

The couple had reached the doorway and froze when they heard their employer's command. It wasn't clear as to which one of them he was speaking. Ever watchful over his lifelong friend, he pushed the redhead out into the hallway.

"Yes?" Charlie replied, feigning interest in any task his boss might have for him.

Meier smirked, pushing back from his desk. "Not you, dillweed."

Exhaling, Chloe turned, hands on hips and stared at Jorma, who looked like a cross between a carnival barker and washed-up disco dancer.

"T-t-thank you," Clyde murmured as he zipped up and made a hasty exit. He wanted no part of a labor relations dispute.

"Come here," Meier beckoned to Chloe.

Shit, Chloe thought, now what? What he wanted was clear. Glancing back at Charlie, she jerked her head towards the corridor that led to the dressing room.

"Go ahead, I won't be long."

The older man's eyes shifted back and forth between his employees. The emotional tension between them was palpable. Something told him these two were more than coworkers.

"Go on, then," Jorma barked at the young man, unsnapping his trousers. "Git."

The air hung heavy as Chloe and Charlie accepted the notion that she wasn't leaving without pleasuring their boss.  This shouldn't have come as a surprise. Although fraternization amongst the staff was forbidden, Meier often called one of the girls into his office to test their skills. Until now though, the redhead had been lucky enough to escape his greasy clutches. If it hadn't been for Clyde's request...

"Now I know I won't be long," the dancer scowled, turning to Charlie. "I'll meet you in the dressing room."

With great reluctance, the young man backed into the corridor and closed the door behind him. Having been just friends until recently, he'd seen her perform hundreds of times, taken her to meet escort dates, and even watched her film a porno. But those were gigs she readily participated in. This...this being their boss, it seemed even downright sleezy. Corrupt.

Inside, his girlfriend was undoubtedly on her knees again, servicing yet another cock. It's what she did.

Turning thirty, Chloe's target to retire, couldn't come fast enough.

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The return to a decidedly vanilla life did not come without reflection for both Lauren and Corey. It took this break to holistically understand the path down they had gone down the past year. This also meant powering through the long-forgotten doldrums of their previously sexually dying marriage. In the bedroom, the couple tried to make love without the mention of eccentricities or fantasies, but there was a flatness to it now, like they were just going through the motions. Even The Chairman, their go-to oversized dildo, didn't help. They found that pillow talk no longer cut it, paling in comparison to their recent real-life antics. 'BC' - before cuck - as Lauren liked to tease, both simply viewed listless sex as 'the way it was'; the collateral of a long-term marriage. That life now seemed positively Victorian and naïve.

Still, the couple put forth their best effort to bring their relationship back to center, focusing solely on themselves. No dates, no secret trysts. Just dinner and a play for two, concerts, and evenings in. Both were pleased their respective best friends in Zane and Amy were now seeing each other, and Corey had even returned to the gym with his friend as a mentor. Things began to feel...complete.

Lauren returned to the office as Rekrap Industries' head of operations, where she continued to trim operational costs, also learning the IT department was in the process of hiring; something about one of the network specialists quitting unexpectedly and to parts unknown. Corey also returned to work, choosing to spend most of his time in the field, visiting existing and proposed construction sites. Anything to avoid contact with Dactyl while the project manager came to terms with the fact that his boss had fucked his wife.

In the bedroom, Lauren and Corey pretended the mundane was acceptable once again, that mediocre sex was just the pragmatic impact of being married forever. They tried to convince themselves that it was okay to suppress individual proclivities cultivated over the last few months. And yet it was hard to ignore the collective disappointment that consistently hovered over their bed like an albatross. Although Lauren had substantially decreased her use of coke since that night at the gallery, it still served its purpose on those nights she and Corey made love, helping to propel her over the edge when his cock failed to do so.

Which was practically every time.

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Saturday, June 1st
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The silence in the yellow Kia Soul had been deafening when it whisked Charlie and Chloe home after their shift at Sandy's. Now back in their modest apartment, the exotic redhead caressed her boyfriend's neck as he set his baseball cap and keys on an end-table near the sofa.

"What?" she asked. His usually upbeat demeanor was significantly not.

Charlie's expressionless face turned to a scowl. "It's okay."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was eating him.

"Jorma."

The young man shrugged and plopped down on the couch's cushions. "It's okay," he repeated. "Guy's an asshole."

Chloe shuffled over and towered above him. She looked cute in her University of Miami crop top and matching gym shorts.

"To hell with the prick. He's a creep and a sleaze. But a necessary creep and sleaze if you and I are going to be living in the Cayman's before we are thirty-five."

The dancer's emerald eyes sparkled as she swung one leg over his thighs, then the other, straddling his lap. The soft fabric of her shorts brushed against Charlie's jeans as she sat, knees bracketing his hips, her lithe frame draping over his.

"Besides," Chloe smirked, her lips close, "I thought you got off on the idea of me with other guys."

Charlie's sigh with resignation, yet the barest hint of arousal flickered in his eyes.

"Not with that degenerate," he muttered, even as his hands instinctively found his girlfriend's waist.

Her smile widened as nimble fingers trailed along his neck, fingertips teasing the fine hair at his nape. "Ohhh. So, the old man then?"

"K-K-Kind of hot."

Chloe's hips began grinding against him in a sensual rhythm. "I knew it."

The redhead planted kisses along his jaw, her mouth trailing down his neck, nipping and sucking. Moving lower, Chloe paused at his chest, her eyes locked on his. Slowly, she dragged the tip of her tongue over one nipple, feeling it harden under the tee-shirt. Charlie moaned and placed his hands on her head, gripping her hair.

"In fact, I think..."

Her mouth continued to trail teasingly downward, passed his abs, to his waist, her nails scraping lightly along the thin fabric.

"You secretly enjoyed the idea of me sucking off our boss." A knowing grin curled her painted lips, fresh off her performances, as she stared at the pulsing denim in his lap.

"I..." Charlie's throat suddenly feels parched, words catching. Anything he was going to add was washed away when the stripper released his needy cock.

With the deftness of a snake striking their prey, Chloe's mouth descended on the quivering member, engulfing it with zest. After a few sucks, she released it, allowing her tongue to lick the main vein from base to tip, catching Charlie's gaze as she did.

Laughing as he sank deeper into the couch, she laughed and spit on the head.

"Now who's the degenerate?"

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It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Lauren and Corey spilled into the lobby of the Majestic Summit Arms, clearly intoxicated from a rare night out of club dancing. In keeping with their quest for normalcy, Corey had suggested they have a nice dinner at the Taffy Snapper and then hit Club X. He didn't care if the owner Max was there, or Jax, or any of the men Lauren had been with. It only mattered that his wife of twenty-eight years enjoyed herself.

And to Harvey the doorman, the tramp obviously had. In fact, she was hanging all over that clueless husband of hers. As his eyes tracked them crossing the pristine, marble floor, he subtly squeezed his crotch as their giggles and laughter echoed in the elevator as its doors closed. The concierge all too well remembered her lips around his aging penis.

Corey's hand remained firmly planted on the curve of Lauren's rear as they stumbled through the apartment door, his fingers kneading the tight denim that hugged her hips. The pair twirled and swayed their way towards the bedroom, eventually tumbling onto the plush, king-sized mattress, promising to return soon, Lauren pulled away from her husband's loving embrace, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wait right here," she murmured, placing a teasing kiss on his lips.

He watched with anticipation as she sashayed across the room, the tight white jeans accentuating every tantalizing sway of her hips. Falling back against the plush bedding, a giddy grin spreading across his face. The night had been a rousing success by any measure and would hopefully culminate with a round of passionate sex.

If I can.

The smile on Corey's face faded as thoughts of his fallacies crept back into his inebriated reality. There was no question his stamina was sub-par, even for a man his age. The fetish had taken its toll, rendering him dependent on certain stimulation to even get it up. Happiness was suddenly replaced by the anxiety every man who has had performance issues knows all too well. Slowly peeling off his sports coat, shirt and slacks, Corey felt the apprehension flood his body, especially as he dropped his boxers, leaving him naked and somewhat afraid.

In the bathroom, the raven-haired beauty quickly took a bump of coke from a vial hidden in her makeup bag and brushed her hair out. Although the booze had made both horny, she didn't hold any hopes that her husband would break any records that evening. Exiting, she smiled broadly leaving him speechless. Wearing a lacy red baby-doll, Lauren's long black hair was combed so it fell loosely over her breasts and to her navel. But it wasn't just any lingerie.

It was the one she had bought for Alex.

"There," she commanded, motioning to the bed.

Eyes fixated on his wife, Corey obeyed, slowly climbing onto the mattress and balancing on knees. His limp six inches twitched at the sight. Lauren moved closer and put her arms around her husband's neck, gently kissing his face and shoulders. Corey felt his body relax as Lauren's kisses sent shivers through him, especially when she began running her fingers through his hair. In return he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him. He could feel the soft fabric of the lingerie on his skin.

The couple kissed deeply, yet for all the tactile touching, Corey's drooping dick remained just that. Knowing more was needed, Lauren fell to all fours, her long hair falling about her back. Leaning towards his lap, she stared into his eyes from behind those sultry bangs, hands guiding his still flaccid cock into her open mouth. He moaned as her throat moved around his shaft, tongue tickling the wrinkled skin.

With fingers intertwined with her hair, the sixty-one-year-old began moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her willing mouth, hoping to become hard. But try as he might, neither Lauren's manner of dress, nor her tonsils were enough to provoke a response. Realizing her current ministrations were not effective, she pushed him over on his back and straddled his waist, hands steadying herself on his flabby belly. Corey's hands traveled over the lithe body, caressing her soft skin, those tiny breasts, squeezing that ass, hoping a miracle that would not appear.

Spreading her labia, Lauren tried futilely to cram her husband's withered member inside. But it remained spongy, listless, with not enough form to penetrate.

"C'mon, babe, please fuck me," she pleaded, grinding and rotating her hips in the way well known to please men. Her nails rake down his chest, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. "Pleeease!"

And yet, it was no use. Minutes as the couple tried their best to make it happen, but the frustration in Lauren's face became increasingly clear. Finally, a dissatisfied growl rumbled in her throat and her tanned shoulders sagged. With a sigh, she swung a leg over Corey's thighs and plopped beside him.

"I'm sorry." It was almost a sob. The pair turned towards each other on their sides, head propped up on their elbows. Lauren studied his face as gravity pulled the heft of his saggy body to the mattress. He may have been hitting the gym with Zane, but there had been little progress. And that cock! A shriveled, pitiful sight laying limply against a pale white thigh. The silence was deafening until Corey closed his eyes pensively. There was a hint of tears forming in the corners.

"You'll be seeing Alex again, then, won't you?" Lauren's expression fell.

"What? I thought we agreed to slow things down?"

The only sound in the room was the air conditioning.

Corey's lips parted. "What about Zane?"

"That wasn't the question."

"What about Zane?"

A movement between his legs caught Lauren's attention. An almost imperceptible twitch in his flaccid shaft. He's fishing. But how should she play it? They had agreed to try and return to some pre-Miami normalcy, but the pressure on them - him - to perform seemed to be taking it's toll.

"Do you want me to? I mean, he's with Amy now."

"When has that ever stopped you?"

It was Lauren's turn to feel a dagger. Fair enough, she thought. And I'll play his game. She scootched closer to her husband, a hand reaching out to caress a man-boob. "So. it would be okay for me and Zane..."

Corey squeezed his eyes shut. "Yesss."

"Just like I fucked your other friends," she lied.

The loose, crinkled skin on his lame cock began to tighten as a frail, but distinct erection began to form.

"You did?"

Lauren giggled. "You didn't know, did you?"

The graying wittol knew this wasn't true but at this point, it didn't matter. Anything to get him hard enough to fuck his wife. "No."

"Years, babe. They'd been fucking me for years. Up until I moved."

Blood surged as the skinny dick came alive. Corey's free hand went to it. "Who?"

"Sean, Toby. Jay."

"Jay? Amelia's soccer couch?"

"Yes."

"Oh god. Tell me about it."

A wicked chuckle rumbled in Lauren's throat. "God, the way he handled me..."

"Where?"

"Behind the bleachers. In the concession stand after practice."

Corey's breath caught in his throat. As fictional as they were, Lauren's sordid recollections induced further swelling, like a clown's balloon. Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

"But Zane was the best."

The Iowan wife smirked as his whimpers came, shame and arousal warring inside her husband's brain.

"He knew exactly how to touch me, to make me come undone. Over and over, until I was a quivering, spent mess."

Pulling back, Lauren's eyes bore into Corey's, dark and unflinching. "He's the kind of man I need - one who can satisfy me, not this limp excuse for a cock." She punctuates the insult with a disdainful squeeze of his shrinking balls.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh."

To her dismay, the moribund cock lurched, then spit two steady but weak milky white ropes of semen onto Corey's belly. The release was bittersweet. On one hand, it was glorious, riding on Lauren's humiliation, and yet he knew that any hope in making love was essentially doomed. In that moment, he recalled a previous declaration of hers.

'And this is why I fuck other men.'

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The bedroom on the twenty-seventh floor of the high-rise had long gone quiet when Corey peeked over at Lauren, watching for the tell-tale signs of sleep. Yes, there it was. Steady draws of breath, followed by long exhales. After he'd ejaculated unexpectedly in such an abysmal way, Lauren had unceremoniously removed her lingerie, brushed her hair, given him a kiss on the cheek, and went to sleep. All without word.

Corey knew she was embittered, unfulfilled, and edgy. The great experiment was failing. The return to normalcy, which they both had been all in, was crumbling under its own weight. The cliché 'you can never go back' appeared to be true. He'd unleashed a lioness, a hypersexual version of the girl he had married. There was no going back. To think otherwise was an exercise in futility.

Slowly, he turned towards the nightstand, careful not to wake Lauren, and gingerly picked up his charging phone. Reducing the brightness on the screen, Corey brought up the open messaging thread with his boss. There was a brief sigh of hesitancy, then he began typing.

'Need our horizons expanded. Please help.'

He didn't really think he'd get a response, lying there in the middle of the night, but no more than a minute later he saw the blinking ellipse.

Then...

'9 in my office if you are serious.'

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[knighter33]

Thanks as always for taking the time to collate Lauren and Twisty!

Incredibly well written and sets the scene perfectly for some scorching stuff to follow

Cheers!

[hongtea]

Are you guys back in the writing zone or will updates be less frequent? Cheers

[SimpleEnigma]

@hongtea,

We are always writing and refining. I cannot say exactly when the next chapter will be ready, but there will be additional ones coming.

Lauren

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the update Lauren. We so look forward to the continuing adventures of Lauren and Cory

[SimpleEnigma]

All, Simple is on assignment for a couple weeks, but wanted me to ask your opinions. He has completed his first work of pure fiction and will be publishing it on Lit soon. Before he does, he would like to submit it here first in The Library for others feedback. It is a cuckold coming-of-age tale that involves a couple that are 18 years old. There is both consensual and dubious consent sex and we were wondering if folks here would have an appetite for that or not. I don't want to piss off the mods and lose my good standing, so treading lightly.

Thoughts? Would you like to see this type of story published in The Library, or is it best just to keep it on Lit?

Thanks in advance for your opinion.

Luv, Lauren.

[MustBeDenied2]

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I’ll read anything you and Simple Enigma write.

MBD

[hongtea]

Yes, the Library is much better, especially for comments

[Johng1953]

Yes! Here in the Library please.

[wannabecUKold]

It is a cuckold coming-of-age tale that involves a couple that are 18 years old. There is both consensual and dubious consent sex and we were wondering if folks here would have an appetite for that or not.

The 'cuckold youngsters' tales are very popular here, as the girl discovers the joys of sex beyond her boyfriend (eg recently 'Cucked by an incel'). We can all imagine the girl receiving the new cock and the boy discovering the intense arousal of being cuckolded, and realising that he will always want to be. The thought of their youthful orgasms and erections, and their beautiful young bodies being naked and ravaged, and the pretty girl being taken by an older/stronger/more experienced/more disgusting lover, is highly arousing.

That said, youngster cuckolding is different from oldster cuckolding. For youngsters there may not be much difference between the girl cuckolding the boyfriend and her simply breaking off from him and getting another bf. Young relationships don't have the stability and emotional bond that will keep them together even as the girl fucks another lover.
The testing by oldsters of a decades-long bond is psychologically more interesting. The older couple come to an arrangement that is unorthodox but suits them. Or there is the scenario where the lover comes in and controls a whole household: wife and daughters knowing and accepting that they and the husband are submitting to, and assisting in, the lover's disciplining.

[SimpleEnigma]

This is great feedback, everyone, much appreciated. Simple is in the vast outback of Canada right now and internet connection spotty. He is putting the final edits on the story and will upload it to The Library under in a new thread when he is able.

And for those interested, summer fun is winding down and chapter 31 of AL is in the works.

Thanks for reading,

Lauren

[mundyman]

All, Simple is on assignment for a couple weeks, but wanted me to ask your opinions. He has completed his first work of pure fiction and will be publishing it on Lit soon. Before he does, he would like to submit it here first in The Library for others feedback. It is a cuckold coming-of-age tale that involves a couple that are 18 years old. There is both consensual and dubious consent sex and we were wondering if folks here would have an appetite for that or not. I don't want to piss off the mods and lose my good standing, so treading lightly.

Thoughts? Would you like to see this type of story published in The Library, or is it best just to keep it on Lit?

Thanks in advance for your opinion.

Luv, Lauren.

Library please.
And I would read anything written by this most talented writer.

[venus-can99]

Looking forward to the latest chapter of AL along with the new work. I follow Simple on Lit as well so either way I will read them.

[SimpleEnigma]

Hello, Lauren here. Simple is still out of pocket working but just finished his first purely fictional piece. Just wanted to invite you all to a preview before it is published on 'the other site'. Feedback on that OHW thread would be greatly appreciated. Below is a link for your convenience.

Cheers.

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