Ascending Lauren

Corey returned to Des Moines the next day to the same old routine. Back to the job site 12 hours a day and he missed his wife tremendously, though they frequently spoke on the phone. Lauren, on the other hand, had to navigate many unfamiliar nuances of her new life. There was the onboarding, learning company procedures, and getting to know the firm's players. She was quickly swept up in the job and spent many hours trying to make a good impression. Between the workload and getting her new life in order, she found little time to enjoy her new surroundings. What time she did have to herself was restricted mostly to exploring the shops and galleries in her immediate neighborhood.

After one particularly exhausting workday, a familiar face appeared in her office doorway. "Remember me?" It was Amy, the coworker who had been instrumental in getting Lauren and her husband pass the doormen at Club X a month earlier.

"Oh, yes, hi Amy!" Lauren replied. "Nice to see you! Thanks again for getting us into that club. I'm not quite sure how you did it, but I'm sure glad you did. Corey and I had a lot of fun."

"Ah, yes. Rekrap Industries has invested a lot, and I mean a lot, in this city. A major investor in that club is one of our biggest clients, Myles, a guy that owns a bazzilion marinas in the southeast. He walks right on in, although usually through the back door."

"And you?"

Amy laughed. "Well, our clients are like family. We take care of them; they take care of us. Tit for tat. We've held enough events there that the doormen open the gate right on up every time for me. Except I have to go in through the front."

"Well, we can't have everything, can we?" Lauren commented. Both women chuckled.

"So, we didn't have time to chat last time. You want to go grab a drink? I heard through the grape vine that your husband had to go back to Iowa. This city can be tough to take on alone."

The office manager thought for a moment, trying to remember the company's fraternization rules.

"I know what you're thinking. It's not fraternization. We work in completely different entities," Amy proclaimed grinning, arms crossed.

Lauren smiled weakly, and against her best judgement, agreed to the drink. They decided on a small outside café down the street. It was the first time Lauren had a good look at the young blonde outside of the dark club. She was simply stunning, with bright sapphire eyes, ample breasts, and a slim, but true hourglass body. Like Lauren, her manner of dress was thoroughly professional, though it appeared there was some underlying sexuality in her mannerisms, causing even her conservative blouse and skirt to seem erotic in and of themselves. Lauren had never been attracted to women in that way, but something about Amy made her want to lean in when she spoke. The youngster had been at the firm four years, hired right out of college as a legal secretary. She was 26, and very cavalier about life; still at that age when her job was just an eight-hour interruption to life. When she wasn't working, she spent most of her time shopping, in nightclubs, or, as Amy put it enthusiastically "finding guys to rearrange her guts". Clearly, Amy was not shy when it came to sex. Towering over Lauren at nearly six-foot, the secretary's golden hair curled down her front and back, nearly to her waist. She had an angelic face that surely had broken several hearts, and a soccer player's body that had undoubtedly rocked many worlds. What stood out to Lauren more than anything, however, were those piercing sapphire eyes that seemed to peer into her soul. More than once the image of a vampire seductress hypnotizing her victim came to mind. I really need to stop watching so much TV.

One drink became three, and to say the women hit it off would be an understatement. They shared their life story, discussed families, and laughed so much they sometimes drew disapproving looks from other patrons. Although Amy was half Lauren's age, it felt like they had known each other all their lives. They began to feel the sort of kinship two girls alone in a big city might have, just trying to survive. The next thing they knew, the waitress was putting stools on the tables and closing the cafe. It was eight o'clock, so they gathered up their things and made plans to meet for dinner the next Saturday night to continue their conversation. Amy headed to the nearby commuter train station and Lauren walked the two blocks back to her apartment. She was smiling. I made my first friend today.

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Later that evening Lauren called Corey and the conversation turned to the happy hour with Amy. Her husband was genuinely happy she had made a new friend.

"Maybe the new dog can teach the old dog some new tricks," Corey predicted slyly. He sounded hopeful.

"I wouldn't count on it." Lauren replied, yawning. She had no desire or energy to learn new "tricks".

"Well, you should be able to drink that pup under the table, anyway." Corey commented. For such a petite woman, his wife could put away some booze.

"Something tells me that's not true."

"Who knows? Maybe you'll make some new friends who will want to follow you home."

Lauren's eyes grew wide; she could almost hear her husband leering through the phone.

"Like Jake with the snake," Corey laughed.

"You know you made that whole thing up. It was just a fantasy," his wife scoffed. "It will never happen. Besides, no one really wants to go home with this." She waved her hand over her body.

"Don't sell yourself short. Jake didn't. You are crazy hot and still very desirable."

"I'm not a cougar".

"Didn't say you were. Cougars pursue. MILF's are pursued. If the opportunity came to you, well..."

An uncomfortable silence took hold, prompting Corey to clarify. "What I mean is, you know, you are there, I'm here, I can't satisfy you like I once did, even if I was there, so...should the situation arise, I wouldn't be opposed to sharing you, you know, so you can be...better fulfilled." Did he just say that out loud?

Lauren blinked. "I think we should talk about something else."

"I guess phone sex is out of the question then?" Corey quipped, referencing the old blow job joke. Over the four weeks he'd been gone, he had tried getting her to role-play on the phone. No luck.

"That again, talking dirty on the phone? I hardly think so," Lauren said flatly. I don't even talk like that in bed, she thought.

"Okay, can't blame a guy for trying," Corey replied, disappointed. That did not escape Lauren.

"I love you," she reiterated, thinking about what her husband had just said. After a brief pause, she asked, "Why would you want to share me anyway? Aren't those silly fantasies enough? I don't want anyone but you. You should know that. We've been together a long time."

"Sometimes we want and need things we do not know. I struggle with...stamina. The Chairman is fun, sure, but can't replace skin on skin. I love you too and want you in my life forever, but I am also concerned with eventually losing you to someone who can scratch the itch I no longer can. There are success stories where a wife stepping out actually enhances a marriage's sex life."

"Or damages one," Lauren countered.

"Haven't you ever fantasized about another lover when alone?"

Lauren became quiet. "No," she whispered. That was a lie. There had been the occasional rock star in her head during those alone times. "Well, a couple times." Lauren admitted, biting her lower lip.

Corey felt a twinge in his groin. He imagined his wife on top of a lanky tattooed rocker, riding him to orgasm. It felt good, but...dark.

"Figured. So, if you see any hot musicians on the prowl in Miami, you have my permission to party with them," Corey joked.

"I'll be sure to do that," Lauren giggled. He always had a way of making her laugh, even when he was talking nonsense. It was clear she wasn't taking any of this seriously.

After exchanging "I love you, miss you", the couple hung up and each climbed in their own bed some 1,500 miles apart.

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Lauren's slumber came quickly. Corey's did not. His mind wandered back to their conversation. He had practically given her a hall pass, although he was sure she thought he was kidding. It was the first time he had brought up the topic of another lover outside their bedroom. Where did that come from? It's true since he'd left her in Miami, the images of that guy groping her on the dance floor and those men sneaking peaks at her trying on clothes had fueled countless fantasies as he lay alone in bed at night.

But why bring the subject of wife sharing up now, while he was stuck a thousand miles away? Part of him did feel that it would be best to let her dip her toes in the ocean, as long as she was transparent and above board. If he knew about it, Corey felt he could deal with it, since technically it wouldn't be "cheating".

Maybe it was because he felt strongly it was time to let her explore her sexuality. At 48, she had many years left to enjoy sex to the fullest. This was something he could no longer help her do. And it was unlikely to get better as he aged. His doctors refused to prescribe pills to help the situation because they would not mix well with his current medication. And maybe, more disconcerting yet, apart from her own personal happiness, there were those darker thoughts taking on a life of their own as he whittled away the hours in Iowa. Thoughts that were fostering a desire to see his wife in the arms of another, beyond those drunken fantasies they shared while nestled safely in their marital bed.

How would he feel watching or knowing someone else was making love to his wife? Corey wasn't sure. He had seen the hotwife and cuckold porn on the internet. He knew his kink fit somewhere between the two labels. Everyone seemed to have their own definition of them. Opinions ranged from acceptance and titillation, to disgust and outrage. It amused him to see comments leaning towards the latter when it was so obvious those same commentators kept coming back for more, expressing loathing over and over again for the same genre. Very funny. If you don't like a particular sport, why keep going to the arena? Anyway, whatever term fit, Corey knew he had no sexual attraction to guys and would not care at all for some of the other activities commonly associated with cuckolding. No, this was truly more about sharing Lauren, watching her interact sexually with another, locked in a tight embrace, experiencing the most intimate of all human moments, and ultimately achieving the best orgasm she could. Corey certainly could not provide that any longer, and the damn vibrator was a poor substitute for a real cock. And yes, selfishly, there was no denying these thoughts were extremely erotic to him.

He sighed. It was all academic anyway. Lauren wasn't like those women in the porn videos. Besides the use of the Chairman and the trashy tales, sex between them had always been rather vanilla. There was no way she would ever agree to a third person in their sex life. Corey rolled onto his side and stared at their wedding picture perched atop the nightstand. Did he really want to think of Lauren in that way? Torn between his brain and his cock, when the latter began to twitch and grow, he knew he had his answer.

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Lauren woke early Saturday morning, cleaned her apartment, then went grocery shopping. She picked up a bottle of wine for her and Amy to enjoy before going to dinner, and decided to check out her community pool. Selecting a shimmering pale blue one-piece, she slipped on a cotton cover-up, grabbed her beach bag and headed to the elevator.

The pool was located on the high-rise's top floor, providing sweeping vistas of the downtown area to the west, and ocean to the east. It was already packed, mostly with families. High school boys roughhoused in the shallow end, while several young women dangled their feet in the deeper part, chatting away. A group of college boys sat in chairs along the outer area of the pool deck, near a retaining wall, trying to look cool. Lauren saw some available chaise lounges on the far side and headed towards them. She nodded in recognition to a few neighbors she had met over the last couple months. There was the couple on her floor who seemed to argue a lot. And the guy who she had seen enter the building's garage in an expensive sports car during her power walks. Middle aged, fit, wearing bright yellow trunks. He raised his plastic water bottle to her as she walked by. She was not familiar enough with any of them to know their names.

As she walked, Lauren could feel eyes upon her. Side vision caught two of the college boys looking in her direction, elbowing each other, trying to be discrete. At first, Lauren did not think they were checking her out, instead believing one of the pretty, chatty girls must be walking close by. But that notion was soon dispelled when, after placing her bag on the table next to a lounge chair, she looked back towards the wall and saw the boys staring straight at her. No mistaking that. Lauren at first felt offended at being ogled, but at the same time, a bit of staring can do wonders for one's ego. She turned her back to them and smiled. Whatever "it" was, she guessed she still had enough of it to turn some heads, even from the age group that would jump on anything that had a vagina.

Lauren covered the lounge with a beach towel, bending over in the process. As she did, a faint "sah-weet" came from the direction of her admirers. This cat call caused her to pause and consider leaving, not having anticipated this type of attention while trying to get a little sun. In fact, at her age, she didn't expect any attention at all. But then, she had just as much right to be at the pool as these boys - if not more - and she was damned if a couple immature fraternity brothers were going to run her off. Settling into the lounge, Lauren adjusted her swimsuit, ensuring appropriate coverage. A quick lathering of sunscreen to protect her against the Florida sun, and she laid back to enjoy a little rest and relaxation.

With eyes closed, Lauren's thoughts wandered. She thought of Corey back in Des Moines, working long hours at his job. Poor guy. Not an overly exciting existence. Not even much time for the few friends they had there. It had been nearly two months now and she missed him terribly. The lack of intimacy was driving her crazy. The cuddling kind, not so much sexual, although Lauren readily admitted, she had thoroughly enjoyed the last night Corey was here. She had orgasmed two or three times that night between the Chairman and that hot story about her young dance partner.

Corey's silly stories! Where did he come up with them? Role play, threesomes with men; sometimes even with women! Whatever the source of his imagination, his tales always helped get her off, so it would be hypocritical to complain. And Corey seemed to enjoy the stories too. He was always at his hardest when they revolved around him sharing her with another man. Lauren subconsciously readjusted the swimsuit's Lycra material around her privates. Doing so caused an ever-so-tiny gap between her thighs and the suit, allowing a wisp of fresh air to flow over her vulva. The sudden change in air temperature there revealed a bit of dampness and caused her to gasp imperceptibly. Lauren felt conflicted. Did she find that exciting, being with another man? Maybe a little. She wasn't dead. But she was married. Very married. Why then did she get so worked up over the idea? As Lauren felt the padding in her swimsuit's crotch getting wetter, she alternately lifted and bent her legs, one at a time, as if riding a bicycle, hoping to invite some cooler air under her suit to cool off her ever-warming nether regions.

And what of the phone conversation they had earlier in the week? Not once had Corey ever mentioned those fantasies outside their bedroom. Why now? Did he really give his okay for her to sleep with someone else? Was he no longer content to keep that as just a fantasy? Then there was the phone sex he kept trying to initiate. Lauren knew this was something fairly common. Friends had successfully pulled this off with their husbands or boyfriends during business trips. But no way could she bring herself to talk dirty like that. It seemed so...depraved.

At that very moment something hard, cold and wet landed on her feet. Snapping her legs shut and eyes open, Lauren looked down and saw a small foam volleyball had landed on the edge of the chaise.

"Sorry about that!" It was one of the frat guys who had been ogling her earlier. "I'm Tommy, by the way," he said, squatting down to pick up the water toy as water cascaded off his mane of brown hair.

"That's okay," Lauren replied casually, not caring to provide her name. She could not help notice how nicely toned his body was. A swimmer at college? Maybe a rower? That would explain his slim waist but powerful chest and arms.

The young man stole glances at the mature beauty laying before him. Black hair, sleek, curvy hips and small, firm tits. What a stone-cold fox! He had to try.

"You want to join us for a game?" Tommy asked, jerking a thumb towards the pool, where two of his buddies looked to him expectantly, hoping to get their game ball back.

"Thanks, but I'm just out here for a bit of sun, then I have to go," Lauren said, slightly amused at the thought of her playing water polo with these young men.

"Sure, suit yourself," he said, turning towards his friends. After a couple steps, Tommy turned back to Lauren. "Hey, we are going to be down at the bar and grill across the street later this afternoon to celebrate my 21st. You should stop by and have some drinks with us," he offered, looking hopeful.

Lauren stared back. Was he flirting with her? "I, uh, have plans. But thank you for the offer." It was all she could get out.

"How about later tonight or tomorrow?"

This guy is nothing if not persistent. While thinking of a polite out, she heard another, deeper voice coming from behind her.

"I thought we were going to the movies tonight?" the voice asked. Shading her eyes with one hand and squinting to see who the voice belonged to, the outline of another figure appeared, towering above her.

"Sorry, are you talking to me?" Lauren asked, trying desperately to get her eyes to adjust.

Seeing she was having difficulty with the blinding light, the newcomer positioned his large frame in front of the sun, helping her eyes to lock on the man standing directly in front of her. Yellow trunks. It was the guy with the Bastion sports car.

"Aren't we going to the movies tonight?" he repeated, winking at Lauren and subtly nodding towards Tommy.

"Yeessss," Lauren replied slowly, catching on. "That's right, sorry, that's what my plans were," she said apologetically to her would-be suitor.

The young man smiled slyly at the older one, then turned and tossed the ball back to his friends. "Maybe some other time then," he said, walking back to the pool.

Lauren looked back at the gentleman who had appeared so suddenly, a bit of concern on her face. Sensing her apprehension, he smiled his warmest smile and introduced himself. "I apologize. What am I thinking? You don't know who I am. How creepy this must be for you. I'm Jack. I live on the 31st floor."

Something about the guy's mannerisms put her at ease, so much so she decided now to offer her name. "I'm Lauren. I see what you did there. Thank you."

"I saw your friend watching you the minute you walked through the pool gate," Jack offered, "so I figured it would just be a matter of time. He used one of the oldest tricks in the books, didn't he? Not my style."

Lauren laughed. "And your style is?"

"Riding up on my trusty steed and playing knight in shining armor, of course," he quipped.

"Does it work?"

"You tell me."

Lauren blushed. This was not at all what she had anticipated when she decided to get some sun. After a couple awkward moments, she continued the conversation. "So...31, huh? Isn't that where the penthouses start?"

"That's right," Jack confirmed, taking a sip of water.

"Fancy," Lauren smiled.

"It serves its purpose."

"Nice car, too. Do you drive it often?"

Jack smiled back and explained, "I work from my home office most of the time, so not much, but it is fun to drive. When I do need to go to the office, I usually just catch a ride. Besides, this wonderful neighborhood, it has two grocery stores, great food and drink, galleries. Everything within walking distance."

Jack seized the opportunity to sit down on the lounge next to his neighbor's. From behind his dark sunglasses, he gazed at the woman lying in the shimmering blue one-piece before him. Compact, petite body, toned legs, great abs, not in her 50s like him, probably early to mid-thirties. Nice package.

"Maybe you'd like to go for a ride sometime? In the Bastion, I mean."

Lauren blushed again and gently deflected. "Your offer is very flattering. It's a beautiful machine and all, but I don't think my husband would much care for me cruising around with another man in such an expensive car."

"I get it," Jack laughed. "Will your husband be coming to the pool soon? I'd like to meet him."

"Unfortunately, no. We are moving down from Des Moines, and he stayed to finish some business. We're in transition right now. I'm sure he'll be coming down to visit soon. I can introduce you then."

"Perfect," Jack said, watching the now rather loud game of water polo in the pool. "Well, it was genuinely nice to meet you. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend, Lauren."

"You as well."

Jack made the long walk back to where his towel was laid out. Lauren leaned into the chaise and shook her head. What was with Miami? First, a stranger gropes her butt in a bar, then college boys with raging hormones ogle her, one of them trying to pick her up. And now some rich guy flirting with her. She hadn't seen that much attention aside from Corey in two decades. Admittedly, it made her feel good, since she didn't get much in the way of validation these days. And if Lauren was completely honest with herself, the attention was starting to make her feel a bit horny. A surprise, since it had been a very long time since she felt aroused in the absence of her husband. This felt peculiarly exciting.

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Lauren and Amy could not have had a better time at dinner where they resumed their conversation. So much so that it turned into regular weekend outings to sample different restaurants and bars. As their friendship grew, the two seemed to tolerate well their obvious differences. Amy was in all her youthful glory and had an exuberant personality which just oozed sexuality. Lauren was more demure, content to have already sowed her wild oats years ago. Amy tended to dress provocatively, clearly advertising her assets, which prompted endless invitations to dance. Lauren dressed conservatively, happily playing the married "wing-man", satisfied to either dance with Amy alone or guard a coveted table. That is not to say Lauren was ignored. On the contrary, she could have filled her dance card plenty of times, but always chose to gracefully decline.

This latter behavior frustrated Amy a bit. As much as she liked her new friend, she had to shake her head when Lauren begged off offers from men to dance. She wanted her to loosen up and enjoy herself. "Dancing with a guy doesn't mean you have to fuck him," Amy had told Lauren in her straightforward, no filter manner. She didn't push too hard though, wanting to respect her friend's boundaries. Lauren realized Amy was just trying to be helpful, but she felt guilty enough as it was, going out and exploring new places while Corey was sitting at home alone watching TV.

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Lauren and Corey continued to talk on the phone every day. It had now been eight weeks since he had left, and their desire to be together was excruciating. Knowing there was to be a lull in his construction project over the upcoming Labor Day weekend, they made plans for him to fly down so they could spend the three days together. He wanted the visit to be special, so they browsed Miami's upcoming events for festivals or concerts to coincide with his stay.

Lauren mentioned there was a pub crawl that weekend, complete with street vendors and stages promoting local musicians. Both agreed that would be a perfect way to reconnect, and as a bonus, it was within walking distance from the apartment. Corey booked his flight immediately, and Lauren purchased two tickets to the Saturday event. Neither could wipe the smiles off their faces. It was clear they were both very much looking forward to seeing each other.

Lauren decided to update her wardrobe with a Miami flare, with a specific emphasis on finding something fetching to wear on the pub crawl. She knew Corey was forever encouraging her to show off her body, which Lauren usually dismissed as part of his silly kinks. This time, however, she really wanted to show him her appreciation for working long hours and being stuck in dreary Iowa. If dressing a little risqué would make him happy - and perhaps buy five more minutes of his hard penis inside her - so much the better. Unfortunately, Lauren had not been in the "slut wear" department for a very long time. She only remembered Corey having a penchant for thigh high stockings and stiletto heels, but beyond that, she needed help. And she knew exactly who to ask.

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That week, Lauren and Amy spent their lunch hours browsing the area apparel stores. Bright and colorful clothing seemed to be the trend in Miami. After finding some cute pedal pushers and maxi dresses, she started drifting into the more daring sections of the stores, much to Amy's delight. Nothing, however, appealed to Lauren's sensibilities. Then, on the day before Corey was to arrive, the women took a short cut through a small street on their way back to work. There, nestled between a smoke shop and a shoeshine stand, was a small clothing boutique with darkly tinted windows. Intrigued, Amy and Lauren pressed their faces to the windows, shielding their eyes from the sunlight to catch a glimpse inside. The two friends looked at each other.

"You been here?" Lauren asked Amy. Silently shaking her head, the younger woman grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her through the entrance. Their nostrils were greeted by an intense incense, reminding Lauren of the head shops she used to visit in the 1970s. The merchandise was primarily leather in nature. Skirts, tops, pants, and purses in all colors lined the walls, with several rows of clothing also displayed on 4-way fixtures throughout the tiny shop. After rummaging through most of the offerings, Amy stopped and removed a black lambskin leather miniskirt from a fixture. It had a delicate shimmer to it, with a snap in the back and gold zipper running down the entire side of the skirt.

"You would look fantastic in this!" Amy bubbled.

Lauren held it to her waist. It was clearly made for women with tiny hips and great-looking legs. On her, the bottom fell somewhere mid-calf.

"Uh, I don't think so, Amy," Lauren protested. "My legs aren't 26 anymore."

"Just try it on, please?" Amy begged, batting her eyes at her friend. "Trust me on this."

Lauren looked at Amy appreciatively, knowing she was only trying to help, then sauntered over to the dressing room, which was not more than a doorless area of the store with a curtain strung across it. Lauren shrugged off her work dress and wiggled into the tight skirt. She snapped it into place. The gold-plated side zipper extended from just below the waist band to the bottom of the skirt, allowing for one to show as much or little thigh as desired. Lauren lowered the zipper, closing it completely. The skirt was taut from hip to hip, and the back curved around the bump of her buttocks. In other words, it was a perfect fit. Much sexier than Lauren was used to, but it did look good on her toned body. Unfortunately, her legs, toned as they were, still presented a problem.

"Amy, I..." Lauren started, and then stopped abruptly as Amy burst through the curtain as if on cue. She was now standing nearly naked in a room with her coworker. Lauren joked nervously that while the skirt fit well, it simply would not go with the lovely blue shade of her legs' veins. Amy considered this for a moment, then disappeared into the main area of the shop. Lauren continued looking in the dressing room's mirror, rotating, admiring how the skirt showed off her curves, especially her small round behind. It fit like a glove. Lauren compared it to some of the short leather skirts she had seen hookers wear in the movies. Corey would certainly take notice of her in this. I bet Jack would even extend another offer to ride in his snazzy sports car, she chuckled to herself. Lauren shook her head. "I'm almost fifty. I have no business wearing this," she said aloud. Just as she was talking herself out of the skirt, Amy came rushing back in with several other articles of clothing and a box of shoes.

"I don't think this is my speed," Lauren continued her protest. Amy gave her friend the once over.

"Nonsense, you look super-hot in leather. You just need to accessorize!"

Amy guided Lauren to a small stool in the corner of the room and sat her down. The younger woman pulled her own skirt up slightly, allowing her to kneel in front of her friend. Gently lifting Lauren's left leg, she took a pair of black nylons from a package and slowly threaded the left foot into the opening and proceeded to unroll it the length of the leg. It was a very sexy thigh high with a black lace top. Lauren recoiled slightly as Amy's hands pulled the nylon top high on her thigh, snapping it into place. Amy let her fingers linger for a few moments, causing the older woman to raise an eyebrow. Was Amy looking at her skirt, or up her skirt? Continuing with the second stocking, Amy pulled it up and onto the right leg. Finished, she held up another prize found on her scavenger hunt. It was a tiny gunmetal mesh crop top, which was sure to show off Lauren's tight abs.

"You wear this outfit and Corey will jump your bones on the spot. I guarantee it."

Eying the top warily, Lauren stammered, "I...I don't know, Amy. I mean, you can see right through it."

Amy sighed. "You wear a bralette underneath, dummy. C'mon, you said you wanted to make a statement. I can assure you; this makes a statement."

"I think the statement is I'm a ******."

"So the fuck what? You'll be Corey's concubine for a night, big deal. Men eat that shit up," Amy said assuredly. "Believe me, every single one of them wants an angel in church and a ***** in bed."

Before Lauren could react, Amy was beside her, pulling the top over her head and smoothing it down around her friend's arms and breasts. The small lattice work of the mesh was truly transparent. From behind Lauren, Amy laid her chin on a shoulder, and placed warm hands on her friend's tummy. Lauren could feel Amy's hot breath on her cheek.

"And if Corey doesn't buy what you're selling, maybe I will," Amy whispered in her ear, lightly tracing her forefingers across Lauren's bare, well-defined abdominal muscles. Lauren felt heat build between her legs. Facing the mirror together, their eyes locked on each other's reflection for what seemed an eternity. Amy continued to caress Lauren's ******* skin. She swore Amy's piercing sapphire eyes were able to see into her very soul. Why was she getting wet? It was one of the most surreal moments Lauren had ever experienced.

Amy finally broke the silence. "And the piece de resistance," she proclaimed, twisting away and dramatically pulling a pair of three-inch black leather corset heels out of the shoe box. They resembled a traditional body corset and similarly laced up the front of the foot and tied high above the ankle. The heels themselves were a bit blockier than stilettos, but still had the same sex appeal. After all, one had to still be able to dance in them. Gently slipping them onto Lauren's feet, she proceeded to lace up and tie them off.

"There," Amy grinned, helping Lauren rise to her feet. "You said Corey had a thing for stockings and heels, right? This will knock his socks off!"

Lauren looked at herself in the mirror. Her friend wasn't wrong; Corey would salivate. She looked many years younger, with jet-black hair falling over her small breasts swaying loosely under the sheer metallic mesh crop top, black leather skirt hugging curvy hips, skintight thigh highs, finished off with goth-like corset heels. This outfit was pure danger.

"Well, what do you think? Will he like it?"

Still reeling from the moment - was it a moment? - the two had just shared, Lauren replied slowly, "I, um, yes, I think he will love this. I suppose I can be his ***** for one night. Give his kinks some life." Her eyes shut. Did she just say that out loud?

"That's the spirit!" Amy roared. "We'll break you out of that shell yet. Now c'mon, we have to get back to work."

Lauren changed back into her work dress and paid for the clothing. Pleased with the purchases, the two friends hurried happily down the street towards their firm's office building. It was a happiness that was not to last.

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"Damn it, Corey," Lauren cried into the phone that evening. "Can't you get someone else to do it?"

Corey knew his wife would be upset; it was better to remain silent and listen to her vent. He had learned earlier in the day that HVAC work on the medical center was being moved up to the holiday weekend. The huge chillers had to be flown over the building for installation and the large Huey helicopter would only be available that Sunday. He would have to stay in town.

"I'm really sorry. I have no choice," Corey lamented.

Lauren sat back on the couch in her apartment and sighed. She was used to him working crazy hours. "I understand, it's just that it's been two months, Corey! Two months! I need you here with me!"

"I need you too. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I know, but now I'm stuck with a hundred dollars in non-refundable pub crawl tickets."

"Yeah, I was really looking forward to that too. Can you sell them?"

"It's in two days. I doubt it. And I'm not going to stand on a street corner like some scalper."

Corey thought for a moment. "How about taking Amy? I'm thinking a pub crawl is right up her alley."

Lauren closed her eyes in defeat. She really had wanted this to be her and Corey's big night out, alone. The couple sat silently for a couple minutes, commiserating telepathically.

Finally, Lauren opened her eyes. "I suppose I can ask her to go with me. It sure would be a waste of money otherwise." Eyes watering a bit, she added, "And I had even bought a new outfit for the crawl."

"You did?" Corey asked curiously. "Can I see it?"

"I don't know, it was a surprise and all," Lauren said, sighing heavily. "Should probably wait until you're here."

"Please?"

She paused. "Give me a second."

A few minutes passed and Corey's phone lit up with a photo message. Lauren was wearing the outfit she purchased that day, obviously taken using the mini tripod he had given to her as a birthday present. Hands on hips and one leg bent in a model's pose. Corey's eyes widened when he saw her. Another photo arrived, and then another. Lauren was showing off from all angles, the front, sides, and rear. A royal purple bralette clearly showed through the gunmetal black mesh top, and much of her mid-section was *******. And the black leather skirt, and those stockings and heels! She reminded him of some porn stars he had beaten off to over the years. The last photo arrived showing his wife with one foot on the bed, bending over to adjust the corset heels.

"Fuck me," Corey exclaimed aloud. He quickly called Lauren back.

"Like what you see?" she answered the phone playfully.

"Who are you and what did you do with my wife?"

Lauren giggled.

"You look like a goddess," Corey exclaimed.

"You mean like a ******."

"No, but very erotic just the same. You are so hot. Can you send more pictures?"

"Down tiger. These go back in the closet until you are here."

Corey grew silent, then spoke. "No don't. You should still wear them to the pub crawl."

"What? Hell no, Corey!" Lauren fired back into the phone. "Why would you want me to do that?"

An eerie silence fell over the two. Slowly, Lauren had an epiphany. Guardedly, she asked, "It's because you want men to look at me wearing that, isn't it?"

Corey stared into his lap, his cock twitching.

Lauren's eyes narrowed and her voice turned dark. "It's part of your weird fantasy, isn't it? The only reason you'd want me to go out wearing those clothes without you is so I'd get hit on. Am I right?"

"Lauren, I just want you to be happy."

"Oh, so it's all about me huh? It's not like you wouldn't get off thinking of your wife being ogled in bars."

Her husband said nothing.

"I know the depths of your soul, remember? Hello? It's me! I've listened to all those stories. I'm right, aren't I?" Lauren demanded.

"Maybe a little," her husband croaked. He knew she was getting upset, but the conversation was so arousing.

"Uh huh. I thought so. And I bet you wouldn't want them to stop there, would you? No, you'd really get off if I danced with them, allowed them to put their hands on me. Am I right?"

Nothing.

Lauren was clearly miffed. "Maybe you could jerk off thinking of me making out with them in some dirty alleyway, too!"

Corey could no longer mask the flood of emotions flowing through him as he listened to his wife talk this way. "YES! Lauren, I'm sorry, but yes."

The two sat in silence for what seemed an eternity.

Finally, Lauren spoke. "Okay, I'll do it," she said flatly.

Corey coughed. "Uh, you mean take Amy to the crawl with you?"

"Yes, and I'll wear the outfit. The one I bought. Only I won't be wearing it for you, I'll be wearing it for other men."

Corey suddenly felt a pang of jealousy instantly mix with his excitement. His dick was fully erect now. He gasped audibly.

"You seem to like that idea, don't you?" Lauren asked sarcastically, not knowing if she loved or hated her husband at that exact moment.

"I just want you to be happy. To be satisfied. That's all I ever want."

"You have a strange way of showing it."

Having had enough of that particular conversation, Lauren ended the call without saying goodbye and sank back into the couch. She wanted more than anything to make her husband happy, to meet his emotional needs, but she didn't understand this fetish which he seemed to be taking to new heights. Lauren was horny too, but she wanted that itch to be scratched by Corey. Well, and The Chairman. Her head spinning, she dialed Amy's number and asked her to the pub crawl. Amy felt sorry for her friend, knowing how much she was looking forward to going with her husband.

"I'll go with you on one condition," the younger woman said. "That you get up off your ass and dance. And not just with me. You don't have to go home with anyone, but you need to live a little, and hopefully I'll be busy with some cute stud of my own."

Lauren thought for a few moments, remembering the conversation with Corey. Jeez, did everyone want to see her with another man? She smiled. "Yeah, I'll dance myself right out of my shoes."

"That a girl. See you Saturday."

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Corey stared at his phone after the call disconnected. She hung up on him. That was not a good sign. He may have taken things too far. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone? Corey flipped back through her text messages. Those photos were beyond hot. Lauren was a spectacular piece of ass. There was no doubt she would be hit on wearing those clothes. He had stolen her away from all those college cocksmen years ago, did he really want to give her back now? His thoughts were in disarray, but his dick grew rigid as he looked through the photos again. Aroused, he began masturbating to his wife adorned in the courtesan clothing, as images of men leering at her began to play in his mind. It was not long before he spilled his seed into a waiting tissue.

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Amy arrived a little after nine on the night of the pub crawl. Lauren was still in her robe but marveled at how beautiful her friend appeared. A simple pink long sleeve mini-dress accented Amy's 34-C breasts perfectly, providing plenty of side-boob glimpses. The dress reached to just below her buttocks - there was no hint of panty lines - and the look was finished off by matching two-inch open toed heels. Lauren popped open the wine she had bought earlier. "You look beautiful, Amy," she said, offering her friend one of the wine glasses. "Just give me a moment to get dressed."

Lauren closed her bedroom door and looked to the ottoman where two potential outfits lay. A modest blue high neck dress, and a denim skirt with a simple cotton blouse. Standard Lauren wear. Her eyes fell on a familiar bag in the corner of the room. It was the clothing from the boutique. She thought about Corey. They had not spoken since she had hung up on him. Lauren felt really bad about that. Here he was working over the weekend and she was getting ready to go clubbing. Her heart began to soften. So what if he had a little kink that kept him going in that big house all alone? Was that really so bad? Was there really any harm in wearing this outfit and teasing him like he wanted? It wasn't like she was planning to cheat. And who knows, it might even be a bit of naughty fun for her. Seemed everyone these days were getting cheap thrills somehow, why not her? Lord knows she had seen evidence in the last couple months that she still had game. Maybe it was time to start enjoying that attention. Corey certainly did not seem to mind. And she could fan the flames by sending him pictures during the evening. It could be fun!

Lauren walked over to her purse and fished out her phone. She pressed Corey's name in the contacts and put the device to her ear.

"Hi," Corey answered cautiously.

"Hi," Lauren replied softly. "I'm getting ready to go on the pub crawl and I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for hanging up on you the other night."

"Um. That's okay," Corey conceded, "I guess I need to dial things back on my end. I'm sorry too."

"You should never dial back your feelings," Lauren asserted. "I don't want you to do that. I love you no matter what."

"I love you too. Sometimes I come on a bit strong. I think this isolation is affecting me. I hope you have a good time tonight. It should be fun with Amy."

"Yes, it should be. I miss you not being here. Look for pics of the bands and...other stuff." Lauren looked over at the leather skirt and heels on the bed. Taking a deep breath, she added, "I'll be wearing the outfit you like."

Corey felt his pulse quicken. "You don't have to do that if you're not comfortable. I was talking stupid."

"I don't think you think that for one minute. You know exactly what you are asking for."

"You got angry, though."

"I'm over that. I can take care of myself."

"I know."

Lauren thought for a moment. "Let me ask you: did you get worked up seeing me in those clothes the other night?"

"You know I did. How could I not?"

"So, you know other men may have the same reaction, right?"

"Yes."

"And you are okay with that?"

"Yes."

Lauren could tell his excitement was welling and decided to ratchet things up. "You know, you'll need to live with whatever happens as a result of me parading around in this...this costume. Some of those men may be very good looking, Corey...and very persuasive." She suppressed a chuckle, wanting him to think she was serious. At this point she was simply playing a game. His game.

A moment later, Corey managed to speak. "I want you to be happy, and if that makes you happy, then I just ask that you be transparent with me."

"You know I will," Lauren replied tenderly. "Corey?"

"Yes?"

"Be honest with me. Is it all about my happiness, or do you get a kick out of this too?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

The word "too" didn't escape him. He smiled. His cock hardened. "You go have fun and live a little, okay?"

"I will try," Lauren assured him. "I certainly will try."

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Twenty minutes later Lauren emerged from the bedroom. Amy nearly dropped the wine bottle she was holding, astonished to see her friend wearing the risqué clothing they had picked out earlier in the week. Her eyes drifted from the corset-style high heels, up Lauren's well-defined legs in the tight, sheer, dark thigh high stockings, attached to small curvy hips wrapped by the taut black leather skirt. Lauren had thrown on a frilly lace purple bralette under the gun-metal mesh crop top and topped it off with a silver metal choker.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Amy exclaimed. "You're going to wear that tonight? Without Corey on your arm?"

"Yes," Lauren answered, matter-of-factly, pouring herself a glass of wine. "Corey insisted I wear it since I had already bought it for the crawl."

"Uh, yeah, but has he actually fucking seen it?"

"Yep. Sent him a whole bunch of pictures with me posing."

Amy downed her drink in one swallow. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"As a heart attack," Lauren answered, beaming a wide smile back at her friend.

The younger woman poured herself another glass of wine. "Whatever. He must have a screw loose."

Lauren coughed and looked down at the floor. You have no idea.

"Well, I have to say, you look absolutely off the chain," Amy said convincingly as the two women took their wine to the couch.

After some small talk, Amy looked her friend in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Most guys, especially husbands, would not want their woman wearing that outfit on the town without them. Seriously, it's like throwing the lamb into the lion's den. What gives?"

Lauren looked down at the carpet again in silence, sipping her wine. The only noise was Amy tapping her wine glass.

"It has something to do with his kinks, doesn't it?

Lauren choked on the wine she was swirling in her mouth. She swallowed hard. "Um...what kinks would those be?"

"You mentioned at the boutique you could be his ***** for a night and give his kinks some life," Amy reminded her.

"I did?"

"Yeah, you did," Amy tilted her head gently. "Look, I don't want to pry where you don't want me to, but you've become my best friend and I want to help where I can. If it's something you don't want to share, that's okay too, but you have to admit it would raise anyone's curiosity."

Lauren looked gratefully at Amy, smiled, and took her hand. "You're my best friend too." After swallowing the last bit of wine in her glass, she continued.

"I don't expect you to relate to this at 26, but older couples sometimes need help during intimate moments to..."

"Cum," Amy finished for her.

Lauren nodded. "So, when we make love, Corey helps get me there by making up pretty tall tales. Some of them are out there."

Amy grinned. "This is getting good."

Lauren tensed up. "Yeah, I've said too much already."

"Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood. Please go on. Just how out there?"

Lauren poured another glass of wine and took a deep breath. "You know, threesomes, stuff like that."

"That's it? Just threesomes? He needs to sharpen his imagination. With guys or girls?"

Lauren looked at Amy. "Both."

"Uh huh. And this helps you guys get off? Do you like these imaginary lovers too, or is it just Corey getting his jollies?"

Lauren took a drink, then smirked into her glass.

Amy laughed. "I see. There's a lot more to you than meets the eye. So, I get the whole fantasy angle. What's with him wanting you to go out dressed like that?"

Lauren sighed, took yet another sip, and went on to explain how, since Corey had left, he'd been taking the talk to a new level, where he had actually given her permission to have sex with someone else.

"No shit?" Amy said, raising an eyebrow. It was more a comment than a question. "So, are you?"

Laughing, Lauren threw her head against the couch. "I'm not that much into it."

"But the clothes..."

Lauren shrugged, "Look, he's sitting there in Des Moines working his ass off and streaming movies to watch alone at night. I'm here in Miami, going out to dinner with you, hitting bars every now and then. If this gives him a thrill, fine. I'll play his game."

Amy cocked her head to the other side. "And you?"

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt my ego if someone notices me, either. Cheap thrill and all that."

"Oh, don't worry, plenty of guys will notice. Women too. You are going to be a royal cock tease." Amy took a drink, then asked, "Do you think your husband wants to be a cuckold?"

"What's a cuckold?" Lauren's eyes narrowed. She'd never heard the term.

Amy grabbed her phone and did a quick online search. She leaned in close to her friend and recited the definition that came up. "A man who knows his wife is being unfaithful, and either encourages it or tolerates it, and finds sexual gratification in knowing. Many times accompanied by humiliation, scorn from the wife, and bisexual tendencies towards her lover."

"Oh no way, that's definitely not Corey," Lauren retorted. "He's definitely not gay and I would never humiliate him. His stories never go there. Plus, they're only fantasies, we've never done even the regular threesome stuff."

"Interesting," Amy said nodding her head slowly, taking another drink. "Maybe he's just into sharing you. Wants you to be his hotwife."

"I don't know what that is either," Lauren replied slowly, stumbling on her words. "Again, it's only a fantasy that...helps...sometimes. Christ, I've said too much already." She looked out the balcony window at nothing in particular.

Amy suddenly grabbed her friend's hand and yanked her off the couch. "Well, if ol' Corey wants his wife to go out as eye candy, then let's really put some extra sugar on it," she decreed. Grabbing a makeup case out of her bag, Amy led Lauren into the bedroom and went to work, expertly highlighting Lauren's cheekbones, and darkening her eyebrows. She chose a metallic purple eye shadow and ruby red lipstick that would complement the bralette and mesh top perfectly. Standing back to admire her work, Amy smiled brightly. "If they ain't biting tonight, then the whole lot of them need to have their pulses checked!" Lauren looked in the vanity mirror, turning her head different angles. She thought of those fast girls back in high school. Yes, she had to admit, she looked good. More importantly, she felt good.

"Thank you, Amy! It's amazing how much a little makeup can dial things up," Lauren exclaimed. "But just to be clear, I'm not looking to get a bite, or a date. I just want to have fun and come home. Alone."

"Sure," Amy replied, "But you agree to leave frumpy Lauren home tonight, right? You'll dance if asked?"

"Yes," Lauren chuckled. "As long as he's not a creep."

As they were gathering their clutches, Amy gestured to Lauren's wedding ring. "You going to wear that too?"

Lauren looked down at her ring, fingering it. "I didn't think much about it. Why?"

Amy smiled. "No reason. May limit the number of dances you get, though."

Lauren looked her friend warily. "I'm not looking to have my dance card filled. I said I'd dance if asked."

"I get it. No worries. I wasn't suggesting that you break your vows or anything. Most guys see the ring and figure there's a husband lurking somewhere and it's not worth it. Some guys, on the other hand..." Amy took another drink, briefly distracted by an incoming text from another friend.

"Other guys what?" Lauren asked curiously.

Amy looked up from her phone. "Sorry. Other guys find married women in a bar a challenge. The conquest is sweeter."

Lauren laughed. "Well, that's an interesting theory, but I'll take my chances."

"Suit yourself," Amy said as they walked out of the apartment and into a waiting elevator. "But it's not just a theory."

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The two women made their way from the apartment to the main retail strip, a walk of about two blocks. They turned in their tickets for wristbands, which flagged them as part of the pub crawl and started at a few of the tamer bar and grill venues. Most of the patrons were dressed casually, making the friends stand out in their clubbing attire. Lauren noticed a few of the male diners had wandering eyes, a fact that also did not go unnoticed by those with female dinner companions.

As the pair walked around the closed off streets, stopping to look at various sidewalk vendors, they were met with several appreciative nods from fellow male crawlers. More than a few times, as they passed a group of male friends, they sensed them turning around as they walked by, followed by imperceptible whispers. Lauren was not used to this kind of attention, but she knew what she was getting into so she couldn't complain. It actually felt pretty remarkable, being appreciated for her looks again by someone other than her husband. Amy took photographs with Lauren's phone as they walked from venue to venue, which Lauren promptly sent to Corey.

Corey was sitting in front of the television watching baseball when the first text messages came in. Incredible, he thought. She simply didn't look the same, showing so much skin, heavy makeup, and the metal choker! Her straight jet-black hair was glistening, bangs combed down over her eyes. More waif-like and harlot, than wife and mother. More pictures trickled in over the next hour, one showing Lauren looking at trinkets, one showing her holding a frosty drink, one dancing in front of a stage. Sometime later, Corey's phone dinged again. Lauren was now behind the stage next to three members of what appeared to be a hip-hop band, one of them standing directly behind her, massive black arms around those tanned abs, holding her tight. She was grinning from ear to ear. It was captioned "Band's got a new groupie". He assumed Amy added that. Corey's imagination began to work overtime. I guess she found her musicians after all. Was this just a quick photo op, or was she going to hang out with these guys? A knee slightly bent as she posed, the leather skirt was unzipped halfway up her calf, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh highs. The flash had illuminated the thin purple bralette beneath the mesh crop top, and with it, her small breasts. Lauren's nipples appeared quite hard, pressing against the lacy material. Corey swallowed and turned his attention back to the ball game. Shit.

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Amy and Lauren bid the band goodnight shortly thereafter, wishing them luck on future gigs. They ducked into this bar and that, dancing to whatever genre of music the DJ happened to be playing. Rock, country, R&B; it didn't matter, they just wanted to dance. After several hit and misses, they finally sauntered into another venue, just off the main strip. Noting that night's theme was 1970s disco, Lauren let out a whoop and led Amy directly out onto the dance floor. Fueled by booze, the two began to groove together, twirling each other about, and swaying to the beat of the music, seemingly oblivious to how sensual their movements were. They lit up the floor with the supremacy of their dancing, their laughter, and their spontaneity.

It did not take long for male patrons to take notice. Four songs in, two men appeared alongside them, matching the girls' moves, and introducing themselves as Allen and Brad. Lauren was apprehensive at first, but the alcohol and allure of the dancing eventually calmed her. As the dancing intensified, the gap between their bodies closed. Gradually, Brad spun Lauren away from the others. He was an excellent dancer, cute, and smelled nice. Lauren was a sucker for expensive cologne. Now very ***** and at ease, she began to let loose as Brad twirled and dipped her at every turn. It was so very much different than dancing with Corey, who more fumbled about than danced. They glided together effortlessly across the floor. As they worked up a sweat, Brad began to take some liberties with his hands, moving them up and down Lauren's sides and holding the ******* part of her hips just above her taut leather skirt. Already slightly aroused from being the object of many stares that evening, it didn't take much for the heat of the dance floor and the incredibly good-looking man now feeling her up to elevate her excitement. As Brad put Lauren's arms around his neck and drew her near, she could see Amy snapping photos of them. Immediately the conversations with Corey came rushing back. Good shot, Amy. This is what he wants, after all. He needs to see what he started. Gyrating her hips precisely in sync to the music, Lauren raised her arms above her head and clasp her hands together behind her head, causing her top to rise, barely covering the bralette underneath. Knowing Amy was taking pictures, she made a point of moving her body as provocatively as she knew how, circling Brad, hips thrusting dramatically, which caused her breasts to jiggle loosely under her bra's thin material.

Brad continued to grind his crotch into the front of her skirt, his hands groping her buttocks through the sheepskin material. Although the show up to now had been for Corey, Lauren couldn't help feeling passion rise as she remembered what it was like to be sexy, to FEEL sexy. She gasped as his hands eventually inched up under her top but did nothing to stop him. When his fingers finally found her nipples through the thin bra, an electric shock traveled through her body, rocketing down between her legs. Lauren found herself pressing her small breasts into eager hands, while allowing her head to fall onto his shoulder. Her dance partner continued to hold her close, caressing her body. It was not until Brad reached under her skirt that Lauren decided things had gone far enough. She politely pushed him away, kissed him on the cheek, thanked him for the dance, and went to find Amy. She barely heard him utter the word "cocktease" while walking away. Been a long time since I've been called that. Didn't matter. She wasn't sure how far she was going to take Corey's kink tonight, but it certainly wasn't going to be on a dance floor in front of a hundred people.

Upon finding Amy, the pair decided they should move on, so they slipped out a side door and headed down the main drag. To their disappointment, the remaining bars not yet visited were mostly taverns, with limited danceable music. Both had a great buzz going and neither wanted to call it a night. Amy suggested they head over to Club X to "get their freak on". While waiting for a taxi, she texted Lauren the photos she had taken in the last venue, pointing out that if Jake was at X, a nice photo-op of him dancing with Lauren might just be what the doctor ordered. Lauren blushed. Amy might be a bit too into this, she thought. Minutes later the women were on their way to the other side of the district.

Minutes later the best friends glided past the club's doormen to the dismay of numerous waiting hopefuls. Feeling the effects of multiple cocktails, they were eager to get on the dance floor. Amy wasted no time pulling Lauren into the crowd. Song after song the two danced together with abandoned. The pair focused on their dance moves, rotating around each other, matching rhythms, bumping hips, and getting into the groove. Lauren snapped a couple selfies of the two dancing and sent them to Corey.

As they whirled about, Lauren noticed several men and women in a dimly lit room high above everything else, affording a view of the entire club. A couple of the men appeared to be looking in their direction. Amy informed Lauren that was the owner's room, even more exclusive than a normal VIP area, accessed only by direct invitation of the owner. As if on cue, one of the men raised a glass in their direction. Amy waved back. "See those guys?" she asked. "The tall guy in the black button down is Max, the club's owner. The dude in the white blazer is Myles, Max's investor, our client, and the reason why we just breezed through the gate."

The ladies soon turned their attention back to dancing. After numerous songs - and quite a few seltzers later - the pair headed to the restroom to relieve themselves. While waiting in line they were approached by a burly security guard who bent down and whispered something in Amy's ear which Lauren could not hear. Amy nodded her head and turned to her friend, pointing towards the owner's suite. "Looks like they've invited us up to their place, so we don't have to wait in line to pee."

"Do you know them?" Lauren asked suspiciously.

Amy nodded. "Yeah, they're nice enough. Both single, so they can be a bit flirty, but always respectful. Nothing you can't fend off. That is, if you want to fend them off at all. Be warned, they are pretty smooth. And hot," Amy winked. "Want to go up?"

Lauren contemplated this through her buzz. She had to pee badly, that was certain. And it may be the only time she would have the chance to see the most exclusive part of the club. Plus, there were several other women and men in the room as well. It seemed safe enough.

"Sure," Lauren responded, and before she could ask Amy how she knew they were flirty, the guard parted the crowd like a machete and ushered them into a keyed off glass elevator which whisked them to the top level. It opened to a posh suite. After asking to use the private ladies' room, another large mountain of a man led them to a glass-encased room partitioned off from the rest of the suite. Seated on a large, plush peach colored couch were the club's owner and its largest investor. The men rose to greet them. Amy was dead on, Lauren thought. These guys look like they just walked out of a photoshoot. She was expecting the stereotypical middle-aged Miami rich dude with gold necklaces and rings, but these men were anything but. Rugged faces, square jaws, perfectly tailored clothes hanging on broad shoulders and trim waists. Hot and rich.

"Welcome, ladies!" Max beamed at them. "Amy, so good to see you again!" he added, planting a kiss on the younger woman's cheek. "And who is your beautiful friend?"

"Hi Max, Myles," Amy replied, nodding at the firm's client. "This is Lauren Miller. She is our new chief office manager at Rekrap Industries."

After a round of handshakes, the foursome settled on the couch, the men taking seats at a respectable distance from their guests. Looking around, the room was every bit what Lauren thought a VIP room at a high-end club would look like. Dim lighting, specks of white LEDs on the ceiling simulating starlight, and lots of mirrors. As a scantily clad waitress handed out four glasses of champagne, she began to question her judgement in making the trip up the elevator. Only expecting to pee, she didn't anticipate ending up in a separate room with the owner and his friend.

Any apprehension Lauren had was short lived as Max and Jonathan appeared to be gentlemen and quite content to just talk. Although powerful in the community, they were not only easy on the eyes but quite easy to talk to. Lauren quickly sensed Amy may have more than just a professional relationship with one or both of them. As the waitress ensured the drinks kept flowing, they spent the next hour discussing both the entertainment and boating industries. Lauren was captivated as her hosts described how they built up businesses in their respective areas, all the while acutely aware of their good looks and wonderful cologne, ingredients as intoxicating as the drinks in front of them.

In due time, Amy ask for, and received, permission from Max to take pictures of the suite. After several general snaps of the room, she asked Max to scoot closer to Lauren, and proceeded to pose them: Max's left arm over Lauren's shoulders and Lauren's right hand on his inner thigh. This elicited surprised looks from both, but Amy grabbed the pics before they could react. She had to be fast, though, as Lauren was quick to remove her hand from Max's leg, blushing and looking at him sheepishly through her jet-black bangs. For his part, Max relaxed his arm around her shoulders, but did not remove it altogether.

As Amy joined Myles back on the couch, he pulled a large joint from his blazer and lit it. Max instinctively pressed a button on a remote sitting atop the coffee table which caused the semi-transparent windows of the room to go pitch black. The blunt slowly made its way around, first to Max, then to Amy. Lauren hesitated briefly when it was her turn. Although not a stranger to weed, it had been quite a while since she had been high. Not wanting to be rude, she took a small toke and passed it back to Myles. Small tokes became larger ones, and by the time the roach was in the ashtray, all four were quite stoned.

The conversation eventually split up, Max keeping Lauren intrigued with stories of bar brawls and his time as a bartender, while Amy and Myles moved to a smaller couch to discuss the latest yacht models. The handsome bar owner could not help but be infatuated with the woman sitting beside him. She was bright, could hold an intelligent conversation and was not shallow like some of his other bimbo patrons. Older, yet still with a smoking body which - given her attire - she obviously liked to show off. Max was bothered by one thing, however.

"A wedding ring?" he asked, gently taking Lauren's left hand and holding it up between them.

"Yes," Lauren replied, "28 years."

"Is your husband here tonight?"

"No, he...had to work," Lauren lied, not wanting to tell this stranger her husband was a thousand miles away.

"You seem like a very nice lady. Does he know you are out on the town in such, uh, provocative clothing?"

Lauren said nothing.

"Ah, then I assume he does know," Max replied, answering his own question. "That's cool." Leaning closer, he placed an index finger on Lauren's chin and slowly dragged it down across her mesh top, then to her ******* belly. She flinched slightly but did not pull away.

"So, Mrs. Miller," Max continued. "I meet all sorts of characters in my line of business. Do you know what kind of man is okay with his wife dancing the night away in clothes that could make a dead man cum?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"I...I honestly don't know," Lauren said nervously, looking around for Amy, only to discover her and Myles had left the room.

"I think you do," Max whispered, the hand on her belly making its way up her neck. He gently pulled her head towards his, gazing at the pretty face painted with make-up a porn star would be proud of.

The marijuana had significantly lowered Lauren's inhibitions and she couldn't ignore her arousal as the hand of this gorgeous man gently caressed her neck. Why was she so horny tonight?

A simple moan was all she could manage in response as he pulled her body to his, kissing her neck. Corey's game was getting real, she thought, and through the fog of the booze and weed, she was not yet willing to stop it. It felt too good. I warned you, Corey; its what you wanted. Felt up on the dance floor and now being seduced by a rich stranger.

Their tongues swirled and darted about, dancing intertwined. The pair fell back into the plush couch, kissing. The handsome stranger probed her clothing, landing a hand under her mesh top. He slid two fingers beneath the bralette and grasp her small breasts. Fingering one nipple, then the other, Max expertly used his free hand to traverse her entire body. Lauren panted heavily as she caressed his hair with one hand, the other tantalizingly brushing his crotch. He moaned, cock stiffening beneath the linen pants. Breaking their kiss, he pushed Lauren's top and bra above her nipples, allowing the material to sit atop her breasts. Now with better access to those half-inch rigid erasers, Max attacked them with rapid flicks of the tongue. As Lauren's moans increased, he unzipped his slacks and placed her hand through the flaps and onto his growing cock. She knew she should put a stop to this before it crossed too many lines, but the pleasure was too great; too exotic.

Max used her hand to pull his dick through the linen flaps, and once *******, helped her to stroke it gently. Not the largest penis Lauren had ever seen, but it was warm, and beautiful, and oozed a small amount of pre-cum, which stuck to the inside of her fingers. She gripped the shaft harder, allowing her hand to traverse its entire length, from the tip of its slit, to the tangled mess of pubic hair at its base. The faster she jacked him, the slippery it became. Minutes past, frozen in time, as their passion began to flare. Max began pushing Lauren's head down towards his cock, hoping to swap her hand for those glistening, ruby red lips.

"Isn't that why Amy took our picture together?" he breathed heavily into her ear. "So you could share the experience later with your hubby? That's what you set out to do tonight, isn't it? To accommodate your fantasy?"

That was a mistake on his part. My fantasy echoed loudly in Lauren's brain and cut through the fog like a beam of light. She sat up on the couch and scooted away.

"Ohhhhh, no! It's not MY fantasy," she objected defiantly.

Max looked surprised but remained calm as he adjusted his crotch. "I take it, then, you aren't as into the wife sharing concept as he is?"

"I'm sorry, Max, I can't do this. This whole thing is a mistake," Lauren babbled. "I just don't know. My husband, he has this thing, and he works so hard, I wanted to give him a thrill. And..and...oh god, it DID feel naughty. I was enjoying it, but now... I've been nothing but a tease to not one, but two guys now, and I feel...feel horrible. I should have never agreed to dressing like a ****** in public. This isn't me."

Max sat back on the couch and looked at the woman rambling next to him. Smiling, he gently corrected her. "Well, for one, believe me when I say you don't look exactly like a ******. You are, however, dressed like a woman who is out to get laid. That much is true." He grabbed a flute of champagne from the table and took a drink. "And you are saying you aren't?"

"I...I don't know," Lauren sighed. "I just don't think I'm ready."

Max thought for a moment, then nodded. "I would agree with that. Look, I think you're smoking hot, intelligent, beautiful...the whole package. I would love to help you and your husband fulfill a fantasy one day. I honestly thought that's what I was doing here tonight. Make no mistake, it's not all altruistic on my part, right? My reward is obvious. But it would have to be your thing as well. No one should be ****** to have sex without being all in." He helped Lauren stand from the couch and smooth out her clothing.

"Tell you what, how 'bout we just forget about our little make out session tonight?" Max offered.

Lauren nodded, relieved.

"However," the club owner said as he held her chin, "if it ever becomes something you want, it will make me very happy to be part of it."

He understands, she thought. He could have pushed for more, been a jerk, but he didn't. Not at all.

Just then Amy came roaring back into the room, addressing Max. "Dude, your friend is in the other room **********," she laughed. "What a lightweight." Her smile quickly faded as she realized she had just interrupted a poignant moment. "Uh, everything okay?" she asked.

Lauren smiled at Max. "Yep, couldn't be better," she told Amy. "Just making plans with an old friend." Max beamed at her.

As the women made their way towards the elevator to exit the suite, Amy looked over her shoulder at the bar owner with a quizzical look. He simply shrugged, grinned, and lit the roach in the ashtray.

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Amy stared at her friend as they waited outside the club for a taxi. "Just when you think you know someone. Me thinks your life is even more complicated than mine," she speculated.

"I doubt that," Lauren mused, still enjoying her high.

"You going to tell me what happened?"

"Maybe," Lauren smirked.

Amy couldn't resist. "Well, I'm guessing you are two for two tonight in the blue balls department. Hell, do you want to go see what ol' Jake is doing?" she needled. "I still have the condoms I came with - or didn't come with - as the case may be."

"Stop it, you're not funny!" Lauren swatted at her friend, trying to keep her balance as the cab pulled up.

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Five minutes later the two women tried to enter the lobby of Lauren's building acting as normal as possible. They failed miserably. The on-duty concierge tried to conceal a chuckle as the duo looked every bit like potato sack race partners trying to stay upright. Hearing him, Amy looked at him lustily, and blurted out, "What's the matter, never seen lesbians before?" With that she leaned over and planted a soulful kiss on Lauren's lips, causing the latter to fall to the floor giggling. The concierge ran quickly over and helped his guest to her feet.

"Do you need help getting to your apartment, Mrs. Miller?" he asked, looking quite concerned. He didn't want any residents getting hurt on his watch.

"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Charlie?" Amy said noticing his name tag. "Get to see a couple carpet munchers in action, eh?"

"Shut UP, Amy," Lauren giggled, pulling her friend to the elevators. "I have to live here."

The ride up on the elevator caused both women to become even more lightheaded. Stumbling into the apartment, Amy headed for the open wine bottle in the refrigerator. "Mind if I have some more wine?" she asked.

Lauren plopped down on the couch near the television and turned on some blues music while unlacing and removing her corset heels. It's easy vibes sounded good after the thump, thump, thump from the speakers in the clubs. "Well, it's obvious you aren't driving anywhere, so feel free." This elicited a delighted whoop from her friend.

Amy poured two glasses, handed one to Lauren and fell onto the couch next to her. After a few minutes of swaying her head to the music, she turned to Lauren.

"Okay, spill it sister. What happened between you and Max while I was out of the room?"

"A girl doesn't tell," Lauren grinned. Jesus, she was so high.

"Don't hand me that shit. Did you make Corey's kink come true or not?"

"NO! Nothing like that happened."

"You sure about that? I could swear I saw some lipstick on his face."

"Maybe we made out a little."

"Uh huh," Amy smirked. "Did you fuck him?" Always the blunt one, she.

"AMY! Stop. No!" Lauren exclaimed, looking at the time on her phone. Half past three. She remembered she had not yet messaged Corey that she was home.

Firing off a quick text, she sank back in the couch, allowing the easy buzz to take over.

"Hey, I'm just saying, Max is pretty damn cute."

He certainly is, Lauren thought.

"What do you think Corey is doing?" Amy asked.

Lauren was about to say that he was likely sleeping when a reply to her text came.

COREY: Hi babe. Just watching a movie. Must have fallen asleep.

Amy moved closer to Lauren, cuddling alongside. Seeing her friend's husband was still awake, she prodded, "We should send those pics of you and Max...and, that guy, whatever his name was at the club."

"You think?" Lauren asked.

"Why not? You agreed to wear all this eye candy to appease Corey's, uh, kink, right? Maybe you feel sorry for him stuck in another state all alone, I don't know, don't really care. But what good was it to get all dolled up, get felt up, make out with one of the wealthiest guys in Miami, take pics along the way, if you aren't going to SHARE this with the very guy who put you up to it? I mean, give him a good backstory. Isn't that the exact thrill he is looking for?"

Lauren thought hard about Amy's reasoning. She was right. After all, that's ultimately why she agreed to wear this outfit. To attract and tease. What purpose did it serve to wear it and not follow up?

Amy saw Lauren's wheels turning, prompting her to pick up her friend's phone from the coffee table. "Call him. It's your turn to tell the naughty story."

"What? I can't make up stuff on the fly. I don't talk that way, plus I'd be too embarrassed."

"You leave that to me." Amy insisted. "It wouldn't be the first time I've been involved in phone sex."

"Somehow I'm not surprised."

"Screw you. Call him. I'll feed you what to say. It'll be fun."

Lauren leaned back, closing her eyes. Could she really do that? Admittedly, she was ***** and, truth be told, pretty damn horny from the evening. Corey had been pestering her to play on the phone after all, so if she was ever going to do it, it was now or never.

The petite wife took the phone from Amy's hand, scrolled through her photos, and fired off those of her to Corey. Fluffing her hair like a prize fighter shaking his arms before a match, she dialed her husband's number and put the phone on speaker. "I know I'm going to regret this."

Corey answered on the fifth ring. She was right; he'd been asleep.

"Hi there," Corey croaked. "Everything alright? You home now?"

Lauren sighed. "Yes, everything's fine."

"It's late. Did you have a good time?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Uh, yes, I had a very good time," Lauren replied unsteadily, trying to add some mystery to her voice.

"I want to hear about it, hold on." Corey said, stacking pillows behind his back. "I saw the pics you sent earlier. You looked really hot, babe."

"Oh, thank you. I, uh...I felt hot too," Lauren said stalling for time. Amy rolled her eyes and spun her hand around. Keep it moving.

Lauren continued. "We went to a few bars. Standard stuff, good food. Amy's a lot of fun. You'd like her."

"I see you met some musicians. That young pup didn't get you into any trouble, did she?" Corey asked.

Amy stifled a laugh and typed a reply. Lauren recited it.

"Well, depends on what you mean by trouble. But thank you for talking me into wearing the new outfit. It sure did get the attention you thought it would."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you see the pics I just sent you?"

Silence followed as Corey scrolled through his messages.

"Shit, Lauren, what did you do?"

Lauren waited for the next text from Amy to pop up. It finally did.

"Let's just say I wasn't exactly lonely this evening. Lots of very good dance partners."

"You danced? With guys?" Corey asked softly.

Type, type, type.

"Well, of course, you wouldn't want me to be unfriendly, would you? Isn't me being chummy what you wanted?"

"I..I guess," Corey stammered, unsure of where this was going.

"That's good, because they were definitely affectionate," Lauren repeated Amy's words as the texts appeared on her screen, adding a giggle for effect. NICE! Amy mouthed.

"They were?"

Lauren and Amy smiled at each other. They had his attention now. Amy snuggled up closer.

Type, type, type.

"Some of them got a bit handsy, babe. You know that top is so short, it leaves nothing to the imagination. My...breasts...(Amy's text had "tits", which Lauren ignored) jiggled freely under that thin bra. It attracts fingerprints like a cheap phone screen. And that skirt is so short, some of them tried touching the tops of my stockings."

Chase sat in his bed in stunned silence. He looked back at the photos. Damn! She actually did let other guys...touch her. He pressed for more. "Did they...did they touch your stockings? Did you like it?"

Type, type, type.

"You know, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It made me feel so sexy, more than I have in a long time, and so alive. And I have you to thank for that. Yes, I had to undo my skirt zipper to give them a bit more access, but their fingers finally found the tops of my stockings. They were very naughty boys."

Corey dwelled on this for a moment. He started to feel jealous, pondering Lauren's words. Then started laughing. "Jesus Christ, babe, you must be completely lit up. I've never heard you talk that way EVER. I'm not sure what's got into you, but whatever you've been drinking tonight, I need to buy it by the case. Please keep going. Who are those guys, really?"

He had taken the bait. Amy reached over and muted Lauren's phone. "It's showtime, lover. Give him what he wants to hear."

Type, type, type. Lauren's phone lit up brightly in the darkened room with Amy's next text.

"It must have been the booze, I guess. I was getting really *****. I never felt so much passion while dancing. Especially during the slow songs when their hands could roam all over my body."

Amy gave Lauren a thumb's up.

"You must have been getting quite horny," Corey replied, playing along.

Type, type, type.

Lauren looked down at the text, then at Amy, who was now leaning her head against Lauren's shoulder.

"I um, got so...uh, wet," Lauren repeated the text slowly. "My thong did nothing to keep my...ah, eh, juices from running out of my...uh, vagina." Amy looked up at her friend and shook her head vigorously. She muted Lauren's phone. "This is phone sex, girlfriend. Crack that shell, use your dirty words! The word is PUSSY!"

"You were being very naughty!" Corey said in a hushed voice. With one hand gripping the phone, the other started to massage his cock through his pajama bottoms. He didn't know what had gotten into his wife, but he liked it.

Unmuting the phone, Lauren exclaimed, "Yes, I felt nasty. And I loved it." She looked down at Amy who was rubbing a hand up and down the shaft of the wine glass, indicating she should invite her husband to jack off. Lauren shook her head. Amy nodded hers. Lauren hit the mute button.

"Are you nuts? You want me to tell him to play with himself while you're right here?"

"It's now or never," Amy cooed, reaching over to stroke her friend's bare belly. "Besides, listen to him. He's already got it out, you just know he does."

Lauren blinked as she felt electricity jump from Amy's fingertips to her skin. She unmuted.

"Are you stroking your...cock?" she asked her husband huskily.

"I am." Corey confirmed.

"Do you have it in your hands?"

"Yes."

Lauren hit the mute button once again as Amy buried her face in Lauren's armpit. They both started laughing uncontrollably.

"I can't do this!" Lauren said between giggles.

"Yes, you can!" Amy cajoled; her face still buried in Lauren's side trying not to laugh.

Lauren composed herself, took a drink of wine, unmuted, and once again put the phone to her ear.

"Are you there, babe? Are you still touching yourself?"

"Yes," Corey croaked.

Lauren looked at Amy's new texts. "Are you imagining these strange men touching me in places only you've been allowed? Does that excite you?"

"Oh god, yes!"

Type, type, type.

"I want you to take your forefinger and thumb and rub them up and down your shaft."

They could hear the sounds of sheets rustling, then the unmistakable wet sounds of fap, fap, fap.

"Oh shit!" Amy exclaimed, then clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Who was that?" Corey asked sharply. "Is someone there with you?"

"No, baby," Lauren lied. "I meant to turn down the TV but turned it up by mistake."

Fap, fap, fap.

Lauren sighed in relief. He bought it. Looking over at Amy, she noticed her friend pointing frantically to her own phone. DEAD! she mouthed.

What? Hitting the mute button, she asked, "What do I do now?"

"You're going to have to improvise."

Lauren looked back at her friend like she had three heads. "Improvise? I can't improvise! You talked me into this, now what?"

"You can do it," Amy said encouragingly.

"Ah, no I can't."

Lauren shook her head, but unmuted and continued without Amy's guiding texts.

"You still there?"

"Yes," Corey breathed heavily into the phone. "Lauren, who felt you up? Who are the guys in the photos?"

His wife took a deep breath, then plunged forward. She purposely ignored his question.

"I'm sorry, Corey. I was *****. The next thing I know they were caressing my shoulders and arms, grabbing my buttocks...my ASS, and pressed their crotches into my skirt."

Lauren could hear Corey's breathing increase. "Go on," he encouraged.

"We got plenty of attention wherever we went. But my favorite part of the evening was going to Club X. You remember that place, don't you?"

"Yes," Corey said softly.

"You may remember one of the patrons, Jake?" Lauren said playfully.

"Yeah," her husband said, his voice wavering. "I remember."

Fap, fap, fap.

Amy hit the mute. "Fucking Christ, he's really getting into this," she said in awe.

Lauren quickly unmuted. She was on a roll - and getting very horny.

"Well, Jake saw me and ask me to dance. He said he was glad to see me again and hoped I would come back."

"He did?" Corey croaked. Fap, fap, fap.

"Yep. He was just as attractive as I remember. I didn't pay for one drink the whole time I was there. Amy said I better watch out, that he may expect something in return, but I didn't care. He looked so sexy in his tight silk shirt. Should I have been concerned, Corey?"

Fap, fap, fap.

"I didn't think so. After all, you hooked us up before, remember? You invited him into our bed. And while I was dancing with him, I couldn't help thinking about how you had described his penis..." Lauren flinched as Amy slapped her arm. "Cock, his cock. 10 inches was it?"

"Fucking hell," Corey gasped, phone in his left hand, cock in his right, stroking the shaft even faster.

"I couldn't help myself. I was looking at his bulge all night, wondering if it was true. Then came closing time. Amy and I are so *****, we wouldn't have made it back by ourselves. Guess who offered to help us?"

Corey moaned.

"That's right, baby, Jake the Snake to the rescue," Lauren purred. Amy threw her head back in silent laughter and stomped her feet.

"Jake helped both of us back to my apartment. He had to hold onto our asses the whole way, just to keep us upright. I bet we looked like quite the threesome, don't you? And Corey?"

"Yes?" her husband panted.

"I liked it. I liked him playing with my ass. A lot."

Amy was in a tortured state, burying her face in Lauren's arm attempting to muffle her laughter. This was some award-winning shit.

"You did?"

"Uh huh. And it didn't stop there, baby."

Fap, fap, fap. Corey knew his wife was ***** and storytelling, but it sounded so real. Was it real? Who the fuck were those guys anyway? He glanced at the photos again. Hell yes, one of them had his hands all over her as they danced. He began to question whether this was all fictional or not.

"Did he kiss you?" Corey squeaked.

"Not right away. But after Amy crashed in my bed, we were left alone on the couch. It didn't take long for him to make his move. That's when he leaned over and kissed me."

"Did you kiss him back?"

Lauren racked her brain. She was running out of material. She thought back to her earlier tryst with Max. She drew in a breath. "I did. I couldn't help myself. I was ***** and so horny. It's been so long since I've had a pen...uh, cock in me. Before I knew it, he had his hand on my belly, tracing his fingers over my trembling abs. We kissed for what seemed forever. Eventually he put his hands under my top. His strong hands kneaded my breasts until my nipples were hard under the flimsy material of my bra."

Fap, fap, fap.

Amy listened in amazement. She was witnessing her demure, passive friend crawl from her shell in front of her eyes.

Lauren continued. "I was getting so wet as he pawed at my bra and skirt. They're new and you haven't even seen them on me in person! I couldn't just let him rip them off me, could I? So, I pushed him back onto the couch and stood in front of him, like a cheap ******. I was going to strip out of the clothes that I had bought for you, Corey. But he was going to be the first to see me take them off! I felt so incredibly sexy. I began dancing for him, pressing my brea...my tits against my see through top. I wanted - no, I NEEDED him to watch me undress, babe."

Lauren heard Amy sigh and tighten her grip on Lauren's hand. Looking down, she noticed the secretary had slipped her free hand inside her bodice and was caressing her firm 26-year-old breasts. Jesus, this just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Fap, fap, fap.

Getting hornier by the minute, Lauren laid it on thicker. "I've never given a lap dance before, but I had this overwhelming urge to get his cock hard; to see if it was as big as what you said it was. First, I reached under my sheer, transparent top and unsnapped my bra. I let it fall straight to the floor. My tits were ******* to him now, my tiny nipples poking through. You know how hard my nipples get, Corey. Jake reached up and cupped my tits through the material with his large, rough hands. It drove me wild, especially when he used his thumbs to brush my nipples through the mesh, back and forth, back and forth. I took one of his hands off my breasts and used it to pull the side zipper of my skirt up. Our fingers interlaced, we both undid the zipper together, until it was open all the way to my waist, ******** the tops of my stockings and legs."

Lauren giggled for effect. "He tried to reach through the zipper's opening to get to my stockings, but I pushed his silly hands away. I wanted him to wait. That's what strippers do, isn't it, Corey? Its the anticipation that feels so good. Am I right?"

Fap, fap, fap. It sounded wetter now. Lauren could picture the slit of his penis oozing the clear white liquid dripping down his shaft, its natural lubrication paving the way for faster strokes.

"I continued to dance, slowly swaying my hips to the music. I could see through his linen pants that he was getting hard. I turned to face away from him, giving him a good view of my ass. I wiggled the skirt off my hips, then past my thighs and knees, until it fell to the floor."

"Corey?" Lauren asked to make sure he was still with her.

"Yeah?"

"Can you picture that? There I was, standing nearly naked in front of a strange man, with my see-through top, thong, and thigh highs on. What a sight I must have been! Oh, and my laced-up corset heels, don't forget about them. I felt so naughty."

Fap, fap, fap.

Amy moaned. Jesus Christ, Lauren thought.

"What did you do then?" Corey said, desperate to know.

"At that point, it was all Jake. I had brought him home, I had done the teasing, I had stripped practically naked for him. Whatever was going to happen, it was up to him now. I'm sorry, Corey. It's my fault for being such a nasty little..." Lauren paused, swallowed and spit it out, "slut." Corey's cock was throbbing uncontrollably now, six inches of steel sliding through his hand. Did his wife just say she was a nasty slut? He wasn't sure he could take much more.

"What happened then?" Corey managed to force out between groans.

"Jake stood up and pulled off my top, allowing my little tits to jiggle in his face. Then he grabbed my ass, pulling me close to him. We stood there kissing for the longest time, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, until he started working the thong down to my knees. He wanted me to take it off. I obliged and kicked it aside. Corey? He could see my pussy, Corey. Something no other man has seen in 30 years. It was going to be his tonight."

Amy mewed, then let out a loud moan.

Lauren froze. She could only hear Corey's heavy breathing and his hands furiously stroking his shaft. He had not heard.

"Did he try and fuck you?"

"Not right away. He whirled me around and bent me over the end of the couch, my ass in the air. Jake was SO forceful, but gentle at the same time, you know? He knelt behind me and spread my legs apart, using both hands to open my vag...my pussy, so he could put his tongue all the way in. Oh, Corey, he had a big old cow tongue, probing deep, swirling, licking. What juices he couldn't lap up fast enough were falling to the floor below me, creating a huge, wet, nasty puddle."

Amy gasped again. Lauren looked down and saw Amy's fingers under her dress and between her legs. Good lord, her friend was masturbating too. How did we get here?> Between this story and watching the young, hot blonde next to her jilling, Lauren was getting massively worked up herself. Her juices were now starting to flow freely.

"He...he ate you out?" Corey stuttered. He couldn't believe his wife was capable of talking this dirty.

"Yes, and it seemed like forever."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes," Lauren admitted. "I came. All over his face. I'm sorry, Corey, but his tongue just felt so good."

"I'm glad you came, baby."

"That was just the first time. When he finished licking me, he spun me around, facing him. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the strong chest muscles you said he had. Once his pants and underwear were off, I was finally treated to seeing his huge cock, Corey. You want to know something?"

"What?"

"You were right. His cock is exceptionally big. Ten-inches, maybe more. His body was ripped everywhere, such strong legs."

Corey felt a pang of jealousy. "You wanted that cock, didn't you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Lauren agreed. "How could I not? It was so beautiful." Where is this stuff coming from, she wondered, amazing even herself. She pressed on.

"Jake then put my arms around his neck and took hold of my hips. Corey, he picked me all the way up off the floor. I had to wrap my legs around his to keep from falling. With one hand holding me up, he used the other to guide his cock into my...pussy. I wasn't sure I could take it all, but I was so wet, and he was so determined. Once in me, he grabbed my ass with both hands and gradually pushed his penis deep into my womb. He was stretching me out, Corey. It hurt, but it felt so good, all at once."

Corey's hands were manically stroking his cock now, his member lubed by pre-cum. "I'm almost there," he panted.

"Play with your nipples, baby," Lauren directed. "Pinch them." Corey obeyed.

Amy now had her dress hiked up to her waist and was fingering herself frantically.

"There I was, wearing only stockings and high heels, while this strange muscular man stood in the middle of my apartment, holding me off the floor, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips, as he thrust his cock up, up, up into me, deeper and deeper. I started to cum over, and over, and over, my juices pouring out of me as it ran down his legs to the floor. And I know I shouldn't have, Corey, but I said something so awfully naughty to Jake. Screamed it, in fact. I'm sure the neighbors heard me."

"Tell me," Corey begged, feeling his orgasm well up inside him.

Lauren paused for dramatic effect, then blurted out, "I told him to do me hard, to...FUCK...ME...SILLY!"

Corey remembered that part of his story told on their last night together. The poor man had no chance. His bed could have been on fire but that would have not stopped the exceptionally large volume of hot cum that spewed onto his pajamas and sheets.

"Oh fuck, that is so hot! I'm cumming!" Corey screamed at the top of his lungs.

Hearing Lauren's husband's orgasm over the phone sent Amy over the edge as well, causing her to bury her face in Lauren's chest to muffle the howls.

Lauren sat there very still, taking the whole scene in, allowing both her husband and her best friend to recover from their releases. She could hear Corey's panting gradually slowing as she watched Amy sit up on the couch next to her and shimmy her dress back down into place.

"I...I don't know what to say," Corey said. "That was without doubt the hottest thing we've ever done."

Lauren replied tenderly, "I'm glad you enjoyed that, babe. It was pretty hot. You've been bugging me for phone sex, so there you go."

"Yeah, but I didn't think it was going to be that good."

"Don't get used to it. I'm just really ***** right now."

Lauren glanced over at Amy, who had curled up at the other end of the couch, finally succumbing to the lateness of the evening and the alcohol that was racing through her veins. There was a huge smile on her face.

Corey was still curious about those last photos, but when he started to ask about them, Lauren cut him off. "It's late. I'm done. I need to go to bed."

After a quick goodbye, Lauren found an extra blanket and tossed it over her friend, admiring how beautiful she was even in sleep.

Limping into the bedroom, she shed the clothing which had been the center of so much attention in the last forty-eight hours. Laying down in just her thong, the evening flashed before Lauren's eyes. Brad and Max. Amy and Corey. Good lord, what a night! Her last thought, before sleep took hold, was that she was most pleased to be the object of gratification for the two people closest to her. A crossroads to be sure. Someday, it would be her turn.

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