Ascending Lauren Ch. 05
Lauren stepped from the shower onto the marble floor of the ship's VIP cabin. A towel wrapped around her head, she snuggled into an available white robe, noting a large "M" stitched over the left breast. In the bedroom, Corey was back in the armchair, watching a football game with no particular interest. He barely noticed his wife opening the bathroom door. Kneeling beside him, she put her hands on his knees. He shifted his gaze to her face, studying it.
"You okay?" Lauren asked uneasily. The tension was thick.
Corey managed a small smile. "Fine."
Lauren looked unconvinced.
"Were you surprised?"
"I don't think I could have been more surprised if the sun had exploded."
Lauren turned his chin towards hers. "You're upset about me planning this behind your back. I'm sorry, I just didn't know any other way to make this happen quickly while you were still in town."
"You really didn't give me time to think about it now did you? Max, Corey. Corey, Max. Corey, Max is going to fuck me now."
"I see," Lauren pulled back, slightly indignant. She tapped her fingers lightly on his crotch. "And yet, in the end, you weren't angry at all, were you?"
The 61-year-old shook his head. "It was hotter than anything ever played out in my mind. I mean, Myles' disclaimer was pretty clear about the cruise's agenda. We could have done anything else tonight, but we didn't. We sailed. Of course, I couldn't have known the surprise my lovely wife had in store," Corey joked. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not angry at the result, maybe just the way the cards were dealt. Please, next time, just deal me in, okay?"
Lauren feigned mild shock. "Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?"
Corey rolled his eyes. "Seriously? How many times did you come today? Five? Seven? A dozen? Even on a good day that overpriced rubber dildo and I can't match that. There's no mystery here. Our age difference is catching up to us. I saw a little of myself in Max as he pounded you into those bed springs. That was me 20 years ago. You shouldn't have to give that up just because I'm a shriveling old man."
"You're not a shriveling old man," Lauren retorted, throwing her arms around his neck. "Well, maybe old. But your my old man! And don't make this all about me yet again, ya perv. You started this. Years ago, with all your tall tales. I saw you playing with yourself while Max made lov...uh...fucked me. You were WAY into it. If this continues, we'll need to find you a raincoat."
"If this continues" echoed in Corey's head. He cleared his throat. "Let's talk about that."
And talk they did. The long-married couple stayed in the cabin for the remainder of the excursion. Corey tried to articulate the mix of emotions he felt while watching Lauren with Max. It validated all those feelings he had anticipated. Passion and lust. The surreal experience of watching one's wife in a pornographic film, only live. And the angst, holy shit, the angst. A mixture of envy and jealousy coupled with a touch of shame for being perverse enough to enjoy it. He had read about it, felt it in a small way as he played out those fantasies alone in his Iowa bed, but nothing compared to experiencing it firsthand.
Lauren listened intently. She didn't quite fathom why he savored all those feelings, but it was clear he genuinely did. Many men did, in fact, if her online research and this "cruise" proved anything. So as his wife, she pledged right then to continue to understand and help evolve his desires. For her part, there was no denying she had enjoyed the thrill today. Her husband joining in for a threesome - something she had not anticipated - was icing on the cake. Lauren admitted this to him, and how happy she was to be able to give him what he had so longed for.
As her thoughts spilled freely, Corey could not help but wholly appreciate the change in her. Over the last few weeks, she had become way more confident in her sexuality. Not only was she now willing to dress provocatively but had also developed those small idiosyncrasies during sex: the graphic cursing, her newfound love for facials, and being called names in the heat of the moment. All within a month. Hell, calling her a slut a month ago - under any circumstance - would have meant sleeping on the couch for days. It was like some internal beast had come alive. But what more could a guy ask for? He told her so.
"Well," Lauren looked at him sheepishly. "There is more." She went on to tell him about the mutual masturbation session with Amy. She had never kept anything from him for very long, and she wasn't going to start now.
"Damn, that's hot," was all Corey could utter, picturing his wife and the young blonde staring at each other from across the room, their fingers dancing in their own wetness. His erection returned and he carried Lauren to the bed. They kissed tenderly and passionately, not fucking but making love. Afterward, they held each other tight until the captain made the inevitable announcement that they would be docking soon.
Gathering their things, the couple went to the aft deck. Goodbyes were in order, and they made the rounds, acknowledging appreciation to the other guests for allowing them to participate in their outing, and begging forgiveness for not spending more time with the group. They seemed to understand, a few even mentioning they "heard" the newcomers had indeed had a good time. Lauren blushed. She had not considered the thinness of a ship's cabin walls.
Finally, with the yacht securely moored, the guests made their way to the gangway. Lauren's eyes searched for Max and Myles and found them leaning against a railing. She released her husband’s hand and went to them, evoking smiles from both. Corey watched as she hugged Myles, then Max, and had a brief conversation. Less than a minute later, Lauren returned to Corey's side. The two walked down the gangway in silence, hand-in-hand, knowing that they were, in no insignificant way, closer as a couple now than when they boarded that morning.
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There was a flurry of activity the next morning. Between a call with their daughters about a Thanksgiving reunion in Iowa, and Corey packing for his noon flight, there was little time to discuss anything else.
Standing in the half-circle of the apartment building's driveway waiting for a taxi, Lauren folded her arms around her husband, thanking him for the visit. "It was interesting to say the least," she commented, caressing his shoulders. "Wouldn't you say?"
Corey agreed. "That was beyond a doubt the naughtiest thing we've ever done." He paused as if in deep thought, searching Lauren's eyes.
"I was thinking last night. You know the hospital project won't be over until first quarter."
"So?"
"So, I won't be back for a while. Permanently anyway."
Reading his face, she realized what he was alluding to. "You mean? Without you? Oh, I don't know, Corey."
"Why not? Whether you want to admit it, you're a different woman now. Expanded boundaries. You can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy doing that again. And from what I saw the other night at happy hour, you aren't lacking any admirers around here."
"And how exactly would you get off on that?"
"I'd be happy just to know you were being satisfied."
Lauren frowned. "Uh huh. I call bullshit."
"Okay," Corey conceded, looking down, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "I'd want the play-by-play. Maybe you could even record it."
She slapped his chest. "Video? I think not!"
"Video, no video, doesn't matter. Either way, I'm okay with it if the opportunity presents itself. I just want to know."
Lauren pondered this, caught off-guard. This was an outright hall pass. Not a hint. Nothing cryptic. Her husband was flat out giving her permission to have sex with others.
As the taxi rumbled into the driveway and the trunk popped open, she put her forehead to his.
"Okay," she whispered with one last wet kiss. "I'll think about it."
With that, the man she had been married to for 28 years jumped in and closed the car door. She waved until the cab rounded the corner at the end of the block. Turning towards the front lobby, the warm wind whipped the hair across her face. She didn't mind. It hid the single tear running down her cheek. Alone in the big city once again.
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The next few weeks saw Lauren at her office desk 12 hours a day. Early mornings, late nights, site visits, vendor meetings. If she wasn't sitting in her office, she was busy checking email into the wee hours of the morning from her apartment. The honeymoon phase for the new 48-year-old executive was clearly over. Fortunately, she was able to have lunch with Amy. The younger woman hung on every word as Lauren regaled her friend with the recent adventure on the high seas. It came as no surprise when Amy - in a moment of self-confession - admitted to sleeping with Max as well. Lauren knew it! The way Amy and the club owner had looked at each other that night at the bar was not one of just a pure professional relationship. The two friends giggled over their mutual lover and promised to "compare notes" later.
In addition to learning how to juggle five large offices over a multi-county area, Lauren soon found the weather in Miami wasn't always sunny and mild. The rain started one Friday morning a few weeks after Corey's visit. It was the first tropical depression in South Florida since living there, and it blew in with a vengeance. The storm pummeled her office windows relentlessly, disrupting her concentration. Iowa had storms and the occasional tornado, but this was on a whole other level. By the time she dragged her harried mind and body from the office that evening, the weather had worsened. Taking a cab - something she never did living so close by - briefly appealed to her, but it appeared everyone else had the same idea. Unable to hail a taxi, she opened her umbrella and started walking the three blocks home.
Hugging the edge of the high-rise facades along the way helped somewhat, but there was no escaping the driving rain. By the time Lauren reached the street on which her apartment building was located, her stylish heels, nylons, and pencil skirt were thoroughly soaked. Aggravated, cold, and hungry, the neon glow of the take-out sign in the window of a nearby café enticed her. At that point, nothing sounded better than curling up on a couch with ready-made hot soup and a glass of wine. Pirouetting across the street to avoid the puddles, the stressed-out office manager almost made it to the far sidewalk with just a soggy bottom when a passing delivery van hit a large pothole. No umbrella was a match for the cascade of water heaved onto Lauren, completely drenching her from head to toe. She stood for a minute in disbelief. How could this day get any worse? Defeated, she opened the door to the small restaurant and walked to the counter, not noticing the young man sitting at a small table in the rear.
A heavyset older woman in her 70's - "Mary" if her name tag was correct - stared impatiently from behind the deli counter at the new customer.
"A bowl of vegetable soup to go, please," Lauren muttered as the rainwater pooled at her feet. She looked like a drowned rat, long black hair hanging down in a stringy mess, clothes clinging awkwardly to her body.
Tommy had looked up from his laptop when the café door opened and allowed a wisp of wind to whip through the restaurant. At first, he didn't recognize the woman with the forlorn look on her face. Not until he heard her place the order.
"Lauren?" he asked cautiously from his table, not sure it was even her.
Turning toward the voice, Lauren smiled. A friendly face is just what she needed right then.
"Hey, Tommy. Why are you always around when I'm drowning?" she asked bravely, looking like she was ready to cry.
The boy ran his eyes over her body. The deluge had caused her skirt to become skintight and her red silk blouse to hug her small breasts.
The clerk rolled her eyes as she watched the young man ogle the drenched woman. "Soups are all gone," she announced with a sigh.
Great, Lauren thought, the one thing that would have salvaged this crappy day.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, Tommy hesitated for a moment, then spoke up.
"I could make some for you," he offered, a smile spreading across his youthful face. "I'm a pretty good cook. Great actually."
Lauren managed a weak smile. "I'm sure you are. But its Friday night, shouldn't you be out with your friends?"
"In this? Nah, I was planning on spending it in anyway. Parents are out of town, and I have a business paper to finish."
"I don't know..."
"Please? I have all the ingredients, and I never get to cook for anyone that can really appreciates food, only Tony and assorted idiots. How about a trade? I feed you, you critique my paper."
Lauren brushed a strand of wet, stringy hair from her face, her makeup finally giving in. She nodded.
"Sure, why not? But I need to change my clothes first."
"How about one hour at my place? My suite is the side door in the short hallway, adjacent to my parents." Not giving her a second chance to decline, Tommy excitedly stuffed his laptop into his backpack and quickly dashed out into the driving rain.
"Thank you..." she called out, the wind drowning out any chance of him hearing. Gathering her umbrella and purse to leave, she turned to find Mary eying her smugly.
"Enjoy your hot meal. I know I would."
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Lauren lingered in the shower, thankful to be out of the cold water and into the warm. She began reassessing her willingness to have dinner with Tommy. What the hell was she thinking? The kid had just turned 21, younger than both her daughters. She should have been firmer, resisted, but he had caught her in a vulnerable state. Recalling how good he looked standing at the side of the pool, his trunks clinging to his legs and crotch, she aimed the jet from the shower head towards her bald pussy. Maybe, just maybe, Corey would get his wish tonight.
After showering, Lauren sat at her vanity and called her husband using the phone's video app.
Corey squinted at his mobile as he watched her apply fresh makeup. Makeup? It was 8:00 at night.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, rubbing the stubble on his chin.
"As a matter of fact, I am. You'll be happy to know I have a dinner date!"
Lauren saw one gray eyebrow pop up and tried to hide her smile. Teasing him was going to be fun. She might just enjoy their evolving relationship as much as he. Seeing a chance to put a check mark in his kink column, she went full-on harlot with her makeup, just like when Amy painted her for the pub crawl. Well-defined penciled brows, heavy satin blue eye-shadow, and thick, dark azure lashes. She topped it off with ruby red lipstick, smacking her lips together.
Corey pressed her for information. "With Amy? Someone from work? I heard the storm hit today. Is it safe to go out?"
Lauren turned to the phone. "No, that's the best part! It’s with a neighbor. I don't even have to go outside." She was deliberately piecemealing information.
Corey's brain went into overdrive. What neighbor? One of the happy-hour posse that was at pawing her? Another woman tenant? Someone else?
"Who would that be?"
"Do you remember Tommy? You met him when you were here, on the roof."
Corey swallowed. "The masseuse. Yeah, I remember." That was the young man who had rubbed her shoulders while he watched from the shadows. He also remembered the boy's incredibly muscular build.
Lauren told of the encounter in the café and the boy's offer to make her dinner.
Corey felt a pang of jealousy as his dick began to twitch with the possibilities. "That was nice of him."
"I thought so," she replied, standing up and shrugging off her robe. He could see her slim contour as she pulled on a pair of black lacy underwear and walked over to the closet, gathering her straight black mane behind her shoulders.
"Can you help me pick out something? Something casual?"
Her husband thought for a moment. "Jeans?"
"That's what I was thinking too," she acknowledged, holding up a pair of low-rise dark denim skinny blues. Slipping into them, she looked toward the phone and rotated once, her hair swinging outward from her topless body. The zipper was in the back, its small gold teeth running from the top of her waist, between her apple-bottom butt, to the middle of her crotch. This made for a very healthy cameltoe.
Corey's erection began to grow. The tight jeans sat low on her bare hips. She looked so hot!
"Top?" Lauren asked, rummaging through the closet. "Wait, I know."
She pulled out a thin long-sleeve white gauze blouse. It was nearly transparent. Once on, it fit like a glove, the button between her bra-less breasts straining to remain shut. Her small tits pressed against the fabric with dramatic effect, nipples and aureoles clearly visible.
"Too casual?" Lauren asked, twirling around again.
No answer from the phone.
"Corey?" she asked, fearing a disconnection.
"Um, yeah, I'm here. The button, between your breasts, it looks like its straining. Why not help it out?" he suggested anemically.
Lauren did as he recommended, unfastening it, and then to his surprise, the one below that as well. This left a small sliver of bare tan skin visible between the two sides of the blouse, from her neckline to just above her navel, with a hint of a tan line crossing over where her bikini top would have been. She could feel her husband devouring her through the phone.
"Are you okay with him making me dinner? I won't go if you don't want me to."
"No, its fine. I want you to enjoy yourself," Corey croaked back.
Lauren picked up the phone and looked in her husband's eyes. She could see his kink was flaring up and decided to nourish it.
"Are you sure? What if he wants to eat more than soup for dinner?" she asked coyly.
A low, soft moan came from the tinny speakers.
"That's what I thought."
Corey's voice was barely audible. "Lauren, I love you. Be careful. Are you ready to go?"
"I love you too," Lauren said cheerfully as she sashayed over to the nightstand, bent over, and opened a drawer. Doing so caused the denim to stretch tightly over her small buns. From within she removed two shiny condom packs. She winked at the screen.
"Now I'm ready!"
Suddenly, the video chat ended, leaving Corey 1,500 miles away staring at the phone and a reflection of his very conflicted face.
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The trip from her 23rd floor apartment to the 7th was not a long one, but enough to give Lauren one last chance to back out. She didn't know whether her husband's kink would be fed that night - or even if there would be the opportunity to - but she did know her pussy had been soaked after seeing the boy in the cafe. Kumiho was definitely awake.
Arriving on Tommy's floor, she walked past the entrance of the main suite and around to the side door, just as she'd been instructed. Taking a long, deep breath, she pressed the doorbell and waited. Moments later the young man opened the door with a huge grin. Lauren handed him a bottle of wine and slowly glided in, ass rocking up and down. She could feel his young eyes upon her. The suite was nicely decorated - better than one would expect from a college student - and a mild aroma of lavender was present. The lights were low, and candles burned throughout the apartment. He was clearly used to entertaining girls here.
The kitchen was separated from the living room by a half wall, and on the other side she could see a bright brass pot with steam floating from the top. Lauren watched as he stirred the cooking vegetable soup. It was her turn to check him out. A light blue long-sleeve button-down shirt and tan slacks conveyed the image of the all-American college kid. Sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, he whistled as he opened the wine and poured it out into two glasses on the counter.
"That smells wonderful," Lauren commented on boiling concoction as she hoisted her wine in a toast. Tommy had trouble holding her gaze as they clinked glasses and drank deeply. He was clearly nervous.
"It'll be done in just a minute. Make yourself comfortable."
Tommy glanced at her as she wandered around the apartment, stopping to gaze at framed photos and various knickknacks. Her ass was otherworldly in those tight denim jeans, her shiny black high heels emphasizing each subtle cheek bounce as she moved. And the blouse. Holy shit, the blouse! Even more revealing than her bikini, he could plainly see her breasts and nipples.
Up until now, he had thought of Lauren as simply a profoundly good-looking mature lady. Sexy and friendly, but demure. And yet tonight, her makeup, the way she was dressed and carried herself, reminded him more of those high-end escorts in movies. Definitely NOT what he had expected. It was almost as if she wanted to get laid.
The soup was soon served along with a loaf of hot French bread and salad. Tommy fawned over his dinner guest, making sure her wine glass was kept full and she had enough to eat. Lauren was genuinely surprised at how good the meal tasted. At first the conversation was a bit halting as Lauren grasped at things to discuss with a man so much her junior. Initially she asked how classes were going, until she dismissed this line of questioning as something only a mom or aunt would pursue. She was thankful when he brought up the business paper and began discussing his dream. An avid gymnast, he hoped to open his own studio one day and focus on bringing the joy of gymnastics to disabled or mentally challenged children. Wow, she thought, handsome, hot, and a big heart!
Lauren tried to clean up after dinner, but Tommy would have none of it. Instead, he asked her to look over his paper and give him some pointers. It was due Monday and he considered it an honor to have a big-time executive critique his work. Hands wet with sudsy water, he pointed to a laptop sitting on the living room sofa, informing her the document should already be open. Lauren sat down and opened the lid. What she saw made her eyes widen. A browser window was opened to a website with photos of scantily dressed women. That wasn’t surprising given the boy's age, but the genre was. All the women were Lauren's age, all slim, all with straight jet-black hair. Just like her. She sniggered. What had he been doing before she arrived?
To avoid any him embarrassment, she quietly closed the browser and began reading the paper, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, occasionally looking up at Tommy and smiling. It was a lengthy dissertation and by the time she had finished, the dishes were done. Turning the sound system to a blues station, he joined her on the couch.
"Any good?" he asked, his knees hyperactive. Why was he so nervous? He'd had plenty of girls in his apartment before, many of them in his bed. Why was this one so different?
Lauren scooted over, her leg touching his. "It's a very good paper. Clear narrative, valid reasoning, closes with a memorable statement. But let's look at a few things."
Heads together, they peered into laptop as they went through each page. Lauren secretly noted how good he smelled, as well as the large outline in his tight trousers. Tommy could barely focus on their conversation, his eyes drifting to her blouse. It was opened all the way to her navel, her tiny breasts and half-inch nipples pressed tautly against the gauze material. Good Lord, she looked amazing.
As they reached the last page, Lauren closed the computer, their foreheads almost touching. She looked at Tommy from behind those famous black bangs and smiled. "I give it an A+".
The two could not ignore the electricity in the air. The young man took his chance, pushing the laptop to the floor and planted a small kiss on her lips. They separated, as if evaluating the situation, then quickly collapsed together again. Lauren felt his tongue dance in her mouth as his hands explored her body. He pawed at her roughly, the hallmark of a boy just starting to mature in the way of sexual conquest. They continued to neck heavily until Tommy had a disturbing thought, one that dampened his raging hormones.
"Oh man," Tommy sighed, reluctantly sitting upright.
Lauren looked bewildered, yet thankful for a chance to breath. Smooth operator was not in this kid's repertoire yet.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Yeah, you're married," he lamented, his thumb and index finger rubbing his forehead.
"You knew that when you invited me over, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know. I took a shot, what guy wouldn't?"
"And?"
"History is filled with dudes who were killed by jealous husbands. I don't want to die."
Lauren started to giggle. Tommy cracked a smile.
"And dying is funny?"
"No, of course not. But my husband would be the last one on earth to kill you. He knows I'm here. With you. On a date."
"What? I don't believe that..."
Lauren put a finger to his lips. "It's true. He's okay with it."
Tommy looked at her incredulously. He'd read about this. Husbands that let their wives date other men. There were videos on it too. He just thought they were fantasies.
"No offense, but I'm sure that's the last thing a lot of dead guys have heard," he replied, chortling.
Lauren picked up the laptop and set it on the coffee table in front of them. "Does that thing have a camera?" she asked.
Tommy nodded. "Of course."
"And your parents are out?"
"Well, they are due back tonight, but I doubt they'll be traveling in this storm."
She pulled up a video service account number on her phone. "Can you get a video conference going with this number?"
Shrugging, he opened a program, typed in a few keystrokes, and moments later a man in a bathrobe popped up on screen.
"Hi babe," Lauren smiled sweetly at Corey. "Did we catch you at a bad time?"
Corey was suddenly aware of being only in his robe.
"Uh, well, just got out of the shower. Been a long day. Who's that?"
"This is Tommy, my dinner date."
"Hey," Tommy nodded.
"Hey," Corey chirped back. The boy seemed nervous.
Tommy kept looking between the old guy and Lauren. What the hell was this? Was he dreaming? This was some weird shit.
Lauren cleared her throat. "Tommy was just...thanking me for reviewing his paper...with a nice kiss, when he saw my wedding ring. Now he's afraid you'll do something drastic, like gun him down." She watched the kid's eyes grow wide. This wasfun!
"I don't own a gun," Corey assured the boy expressionlessly, leaning into the camera, his nostrils flaring. "So, you've been kissing my wife?"
Eyes pivoting between Lauren and her husband, Tommy looked like he'd been caught in the cookie jar.
"Mister, I'm not looking for any trouble. She came to dinner hot to trot..., I mean, like, dressed off-the-fucking-chain. I'm only human, what can I..."
The older man cut him off. "Do you want to fuck her?"
Corey surprised himself at being so impulsive and forward. He saw Lauren's mouth drop.
"Wha...?" Tommy stammered?
"It's a simple question, son," Corey continued calmly. Lauren looked at her husband's onscreen image in mild amusement. This aggressiveness was new. She liked it.
"Do...you...want...to...fuck...her?" the older man repeated slowly. "Like you said, she came to you dressed like a *****. Everything about her screams she wants to get laid. I'm a thousand miles away, I can't do it. Now...do you want to FUCK her?"
The young man thoughts were racing. He looked at Lauren. "You want this?"
One eyebrow cocked, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Tommy tried to think this through. He wasn't stupid. If this old man wanted him to bang his smoking hot wife while he watched, who was he to argue? He may never get another chance. A sly grin began creeping across his face.
"Yeah, okay. I'll help you out."
Corey watched as the kid stared at Lauren, and she at him. All talk and no action. Someone needed to make a move.
"Kiss her again," he told the boy.
Tommy looked at the old man, then back to Lauren. Leaning over, he quickly kissed her lips, then retreated. He never had an audience before, much less a husband watching, and it was definitely NOT helping with his arousal.
Sensing the boy was having some difficulty, Lauren let her hand drift to his thigh, then to his crotch, her long fingernails tapping his trousers. In short order, the tapping became rubbing and the rubbing became groping. Finally, there was movement under her hand, like a lizard beginning to stir in its nest, and a low slow moan escaped from his mouth.
Lauren dropped to her knees and dipped her face into Tommy's lap. Replacing her hand with her mouth, she gummed the outline of his growing erection, biting it gently, until the material ballooned with his manhood.
"I want to suck his dick," Lauren announced. "I want him in my mouth."
"Do it," Corey told her. His robe had slipped open, ******** his pudgy middle, and he was now stroking his own six inches.
Tommy leaned back as the dinner guest unfastened his slacks and opened the fly. He lifted his waist just enough for Lauren to pull them over his hips. As she tugged the cotton material downward and it cleared the boy's crotch, his cock sprang out like a diving board just vacated. Lauren could not believe what this kid was packing. The clinging swimsuit had done no justice. A bit shorter than the Chairman, maybe eight inches, it was thicker than any penis she had seen in person.
Lauren reached into her purse, stopping just for a moment to glance at Corey and lick her lips. She was learning all too well how to pull his levers. Removing a condom from its package, she carefully rolled the thin latex over Tommy's tool. It took both hands to bring it to her mouth and could feel the blood pumping through the blue veins, a bit of pre-cum dripping from the tip into the reservoir. Beginning with small strokes, Lauren watched as his steely staff responded to each touch, seeping more of the clear fluid from its slit. A part of her wished she could taste it.
Lauren's eyes opened wide as Tommy put pressure on the back of her head and slid the mass of flesh past her lips. "Relax your jaws and let it slide in. Not too far yet, if it hits the back of your throat you'll gag." He’d clearly provided these tips before.
As the head of the snake disappear into his wife's mouth, Corey looked on, masturbating to the feed being broadcast live to his computer. After a few more inches, Lauren gagged, reluctantly allowing Tommy's dick to slither out. Gradually, she became accustomed to the length. The older man felt those same emotions surfacing as he watched his beautiful, smart, executive wife analyze the best way to take the meaty cock into her mouth, like a dog sizing up a bone. Determined to take as much as she could, Lauren kept removing it, reevaluating, stroking, and reinserting, each time able to take an inch or two more.
While the dark-haired vixen gave him head, she reached up and caressed Tommy's body, stopping at his chest to finger the hard nipples that poked out from prominent pecs. He groaned, picking up the pace, fist full of that black mane, his hips arching upward to fuck that pretty face.
At one point, her mouth full, Lauren managed to mumble to Tommy. "He needs to be part of this." As she did, a load of spit spilled from the sides of her mouth onto his thighs.
The young man looked over at the laptop. What the hell was he supposed to say?
"Uh, your...your wife's mouth," Tommy stuttered, "it, uh, feels good around my...cock. Her tongue is sick."
Corey's cock felt like iron in his hands. And to think until recently, fellatio was completely off the table.
Fap, fap, fap.
Tommy laughed. This was so unreal. Tony would never believe this.
"Show him your hot body," Corey cajoled Lauren. "Strip for him."
After a few more trips down the boy's cock, Lauren let it plop from her mouth, strands of spittle forming a bridge between her lips and the tip as she pulled away. Wiping the remainder on her blouse, she stood up.
Swaying erotically to slow blues music, Lauren pulled the tail of her blouse from her jeans and unfastened the final bottom button. Tommy watched in a trance as she let the thin material fall dramatically from her shoulders, holding it momentarily just above her breasts. With a quick smile, she allowed it to drop. The boy watched as it fluttered to the floor. He marveled at how fit she was, not at all like his mother or her friends. Now topless, Lauren's tanned torso contrasted nicely with the dark denim blues sitting low on her hip bones. From there, his gaze rose past her small waist and tight abdominal muscles to those tiny tits, which she was now fondling, one in each hand.
"And the jeans," her husband commanded, now clearly comfortable with being the quarterback.
Lauren slunk over to Tommy and turned around, her small, firm jeans-clad ass staring the young man in the face. Corey watched as the boy reached between her legs, extended a single middle finger, and inserted it into the depression of her two-inch long cameltoe. She responded by humping his hand, sliding her crotch back and forth along his finger as he added pressure. Soon, the denim in that area became darker as it became saturated with her wetness. She took his hand and placed in on the zipper pull, just above her buttocks.
"Do you want him to undress me, Corey?" she cooed.
A groan came from the speakers.
Taking that as a yes, Tommy pulled the zipper slowly, allowing the teeth to uncouple dramatically. The further the zipper descended towards her crotch, the more of Lauren's lace panties became visible. As the denim fell away from her hips, the perfection of her ass overwhelmed the young man. Lauren shuddered as she felt his hands push the panty material to one side, followed by a cold tongue probing her crack. Slapping her ass cheeks, Tommy grabbed the woman by the hips and tossed her on her back, jeans still around the knees. Leaning over, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, which she instinctively sucked in with a wet pop. His free hand reached between her legs and pulled her panties tightly into her crack.
Lauren craned her neck to get a glimpse of the laptop screen. Corey was now leaning back in his office chair, robe open to both sides while he jerked off with one hand, the other playing with a hairy nipple. She batted her eyes at him.
Fap, fap, fap.
Tommy stood and practically ripped off his shirt. Lauren moaned at the sight of the powerful chest, arms, and ripped stomach. She loved Corey dearly, but he was right, he had aged. But this was not love, it was pure lust and nothing more. Next came the boy's shoes, belt and trousers, which clanged carelessly to the carpet beside the sofa. Last came his socks.
Now completely naked, Tommy turned to Lauren and pulled off her jeans and panties. Kneeling between her legs, he looked down at the smooth clam oozing its clear fluid. He gasped, never having seen a completely shaved pussy close up. But he knew what to do with it. He fell back on the sofa and pulled the now nude Lauren to his lap, cradling her, both facing the camera. She could feel his cock pressing into her back as he draped each of her legs over his thighs, effectively spreading her legs wide for Corey to see what he was about to do.
Tommy reached around Lauren's body and began rubbing her hairless slit, so moist there were visible trails of juice running from her crack to the cushion below. Corey marveled at how much his wife looked like a porn star performing in her first film. She was leaning back into the boy's chest while he played with her cunt, her tight tanned abs quivering, the half-inch nipples on her barely-there tits now rock hard. Two fingers into her hole, then three, Tommy began assaulting her pussy.
Turning her face, Lauren began wagging her tongue in the air, seeking his. The young man craned his neck and touched the tip of his to hers. She continued to moan loudly, breathing in quick bursts, as their tongues intertwined, swapping spit.
"Fuck that's hot," they heard Corey whisper.
"Right there, right there," Lauren breathed, "oh soooo good!
"Oh, oh, oh, awe, awe, awe, oh, oh, oooooooooo!"
When Tommy inserted the fourth finger, Lauren went berserk.
"FUUUCCCKKKKK, Tommy, goddamn it, ooooh god, ooooh god, FUUUUUCCK my pusseeeeeeee!"
Corey stopped pumping his cock and leaned into screen. His wife was getting the best finger-banging of her life. He watched as the boy's deft hand flew in and out of her cunt in a blur. Lauren's hips bucked uncontrollably, flinging fluid everywhere. Tommy's other hand grabbed her throat, holding her head against his chest as her body writhed.
"Oh shit, oh fuck. I think I'm gonna cum, oh yeah, that's it, right there. OH FUCK, Corey, his hand feels so good...YESSSSSSSS I'M CUMMINGGGGGG," Lauren screamed, fruitlessly extending a hand towards her husband's onscreen image.
Corey also subconsciously reached out and touched his monitor in a useless attempt to make the connection. As he watched, she thrust her head into Tommy's chest, arched her back, and let go with a blood curdling howl while the boy's hand continued to drive into her hole. Corey saw copious amounts of milky white fluid bubble from her hairless crack and dribble down her legs. It was only later that he realized - although not the "fountain squirting" of porn video lore - he had just witnessed his wife come as close to the real thing as it gets.
Lauren sat on Tommy's lap for a good minute, nuzzling and kissing him as she came down from her release. When she finally looked back into the camera, Corey did not see the eyes of his wife and mother of two children. These were the eyes of a woman who wanted nothing more than to get fucked into next week. He swallowed. It was time.
"Do her, man. She's in goddamn heat. Fuck her now!"
Lauren mewed, licking a hard pec. Her body was still quivering.
"Fuck her man, bang my slut wife! You know you want to." Corey was trying to pull some levers of his own.
Tommy gave the old man a puzzled - even angry - look. "Easy, dude, I don't think that's very nice..."
Corey shook his head. "She likes it. A lot. I would never do anything to hurt her. Try it, she gets real nasty."
The kid looked down. "Is that right? Uh, slu...slut?" he asked nervously, clearly not comfortable calling her names.
Lauren's eyes glowed. "Yesssss," she hissed. "I'll be your ***** tonight. Now, PLEASE fuck me!"
Unreal, Tommy grinned, forcefully spinning the black-haired MILF around on the sofa until she was on all fours. Lauren giggled as he handled her like a rag doll, her tiny ass landing against his naked crotch. She was gasping for air.
"Ironic...isn't it...babe?" she breathed heavily, looking over at her husband.
Corey cleared his throat, dick in hand. "What's that?"
"Years ago, you stole me away from all those frat boys."
"I remember."
She laughed at him maniacally. "And now, you’re giving me back!"
With that, Tommy put the head of his cock against the older woman's bare pussy and watched her butterfly part to accept the tip. A couple pushes later, it disappeared completely as Lauren's hole formed a perfect O seal around his latex clad cock. Air rushed from her lungs as the long tool burrowed deep, resulting in a low guttural growl. Like the Chairman, its width filled the diameter of her hole completely. The boy aggressively worked in the remainder of his eight inches - pushing and retreating, pushing and retreating. Unlike the Chairman though, this was a living thing: pulsating, throbbing, and very determined. Sensing there was still more, she lowered her back slightly, causing her ass to raise enough to allow the rest of the meaty cock to slide all the way in, crashing against her cervix. With this last thrust, Tommy grunted loudly, Lauren screamed, and Corey closed his eyes.
The young lad wasted no time laying into her from behind, the entire length of his manhood easily reaching the limit of her womb on each stroke. Lauren had never been so thoroughly filled with so much rigid flesh. Any initial discomfort had given way to sheer ecstasy.
"Awe, oh, awe, oh, awe, oh!" she moaned rhythmically with every thrust.
"Slam her pussy!" Corey demanded. "Do that *****! Tell her what you think of her!"
Tommy spoke but kept fucking. "Take...take my cock...you...you fucking SLUT! I thought...UGGGGHHH...I thought...I thought you were a nice chick, but...OH GOD, BABY THAT FEELS GOOD!"
The was no longer any resistance in her canal as he continued to spear the sopping wet pink hole.
"But...but you're really just a fucking cumdump!"
Lauren heard the words rain down on her, spiking her arousal. She brayed like a donkey, her fingers crushing the sofa cushion.
"Yesssss! That's it, Tommy! Give it to your *****. Give...it...to...me! Use me like all those frat boys did. Fuck my tight slutty hole."
Corey's heart skipped a beat. All those frat boys?
Keeping a tight grip on her hips, Tommy continued the long strokes, going deep, then pulling back, careful not to pop out. He was getting into it now.
"Damn, dude, I should have been banging your wife a long time ago. I had nasty bitches before, but she wins the prize."
The lovers heard a long raspy sound coming from the laptop. Fap, fap, fap. Lauren decided to turn it up a notch.
"Give me my prize, Tommy! I want my prize!
Watch him fuck me, Corey! Like a BITCH! Just like Paul did in his dorm room all those years ago. God, he used to hammer my pussy, just like this!"
The older man shut his eyes tight, mercilessly flogging his cock. Paul was his wife's boyfriend when Corey and Lauren had met. The frat boy was arguably his biggest competition back then.
"He fucked me SILLY, Corey. Every day! While...while his friends watched Corey!"
"No! Oh SHIT," her husband gasped as he beat off, picturing a dorm room filled with college boys, gathered around Paul's bed, watching his Lauren get destroyed. The emotions he felt were staggering. Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap.
"Yesssss. They WATCHED us, Corey. They watched us FUCK!
The sound coming through the laptop's speakers was distorted now.
Fap, fap, fap.
"But Corey, they weren't just watching, baby, noooo, they...they were waiting. Oh god help me, Corey, they were WAITING IN LINE FOR MEEEEEEEEEE!
"NOOOOOO, NOOOOOO, NOOOOOO!" Corey screamed at his monitor.
Lauren looked away. He must be twisting his dick off right now.
Her focus returned to Tommy who was still impaling her from behind.
"DON'T you dare stop now! That's it! Keep going! Pound me with that young meat. Faster. Fuck me faster. Treat me like a *****, do me 'til I hurt.
"Shit yeah...so good...so good!
"Keep going...don't stop...every inch in me...every inch...GOOD LORD...FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Tommy was a steam engine now, squeezing Lauren's hips and jack-hammering her hairless pussy for all he was worth. Corey saw the length of the boy's tool glide in and out effortlessly, the wet sound of their sex reaching through his computer speakers and smacking him in the face.
"Don't stop, don't stop! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Tommy, give it to me...Give it tooooo meeeeee, Tommmeeeeeee!
Corey watched as the 21-year-old pummeled his wife's sweet pussy into complete submission. He heard another maniacal laugh as Lauren tossed whipped her hair around and looked deep into the camera and her husband's eyes.
"I...I...I...," she stammered at him between thrusts, half-laughing, half-gasping. "Corey, baby, I am so f...f...fucked!"
The older man could take no more. He tried, he really tried, but after seeing the lust in her eyes while the boy's hips slammed into hers, there was no stopping the flood of semen from his balls. His roar was so loud, so intense, that Lauren and her new lover momentarily slowed and looked at the screen, fearing a medical emergency. Their concern was quickly quelled as they saw his body shaking and a small amount of milky white semen spill from his penis into a waiting napkin. Corey then pulled his robe together and looked at the ceiling, eyes glossy.
Meanwhile, in Miami, the pounding continued. It was at a relentless pace. This young man had boundless energy.
"OH, FUCKING JESUS!" Lauren cried out as Tommy's cock hit her clit at just the right angle. "That's it, faster, faster. Do me, wreck my pussy! Fuck me, goddammit!"
Remembering what Corey had told him, Tommy gathered up her long black mane and pulled it back toward him. This snapped her neck back, leaving her mouth gaping open.
"You like my cock, you...you *****?" He still wasn't too comfortable with the name calling, but it was kind of hot. And if she liked it, then...
"I've wanted to fuck you since I met you at the pool. Shove my cock down your pretty mouth. I never thought you'd turn out to be such dirty, filthy, cum loving slut!"
Lauren's synapses went crazy.
"Oh yeah, baby, ride me like a bucking filly!" she screamed. "Fuck my tight little slut hole. Yeah, Tommy, that's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep going. FASTER!!!"
Corey had recovered and was watching the screen again. The boy was now at maximum warp drive, his hips driving in and out of Lauren's cunt so fast he thought the kid was going to throw a muscle.
"Me and Tony will do you next time. He'd love to tap a ***** like you. Would you like that"
Lauren howled at the thought of the two young athletes having their way with her.
"Answer me, slut!", Tommy demanded.
"Yesssss! I want you and Tony to use me! All night long...and dump your loads in me!"
"And we'll do your little blonde friend too!"
She was grunting loudly now, like a wild animal humping in the woods. Her head was rotating one way, then the other, her black mane had ripped away from Tommy's hand and was now dancing on her back.
"C'mon, fuck my dripping cunt, baby, I want it all. Deeper, deeper. That's it! That's it."
Tommy leaned over, his chest touching her back. Reaching around, he found her swollen clit. The firecracker exploded.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSS, Tommmmmeeeeee!"
Not skipping a beat, the boy continued to pulverize her reddening slit while plucking her rigid nub. He couldn't see, but could feel, the volumes of fluids gushing out of her hole and onto his legs.
"Get it, get it. Deeper, deeper!" she yelled over her shoulder, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, make me come, make me come! Make your ***** come!"
Tommy’s fingers were a blur on her clit, the slickness from her juices making it hard to maintain contact.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ram it in! Please FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TOMMMEEEEEEEEE!"
Lauren felt the out-of-body roller coaster experience begin as her orgasm ramped up. There was no stopping as it hit the crest, then descended rapidly into the void. The heat flashed through her like a lightning bolt.
"I'm there! I'm there! I'm there!" she squealed. "I'm cummingggggggggggg! Oh, Tommeeeee! Oh Coreeeeeeeee! I'm cumminggggggggggg!!!!!
Tommy had difficulty staying inside the bucking Lauren as she cycled through her release. She nearly heaved him onto the floor before collapsing on her belly, exhausted. Closing her eyes, she could feel her young lover's fully erect manhood still deep within, pulsating, waiting.
Getting back some of her senses, Lauren knew she had to finish him off before he killed her. Pushing herself up from the cushions, she flipped onto her back, pulling Tommy's sweaty body on top of her. Using one hand to guide his cock past her butterfly, the other holding his neck for leverage, she wrapped her legs around his waist and used her feet to pull his ass inward, driving the meaty cock back into her pussy.
She looked him in the eyes, wondering what his trigger was.
"You like fucking my bald pussy, don't you, baby?" she cooed.
"Fuck yeah," Tommy grunted, his missionary strokes quickly matching his previous pace.
"I saw your browser tonight. You've been a naughty boy, looking at all those older women."
The boy's eyes grew wide as he accelerated his thrusts. "FUCK!"
"Not too many mommy's have shaved pussies like me, do they?"
Shaking his head furiously, he rammed his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust, sweat pouring off his body.
"Have you been jerking off to me, Tommy? You can tell Lauren."
The kid grunted relentlessly; his breathing labored. "Shit, fuck, shit, fuck!"
"Never thought you'd be in my nice, warm pussy, did you? All that cum on the floor when all you had to do is knock on my door."
"Oh, FUCK!" Tommy bellowed, his face contorting against its will. His grunting was rhythmic now, growing louder with every push. She knew he was getting close, and gently pushed him back. He cried out in dismay as his cock unexpectedly flopped out of her. Sliding quickly under him, Lauren positioned her head so his glistening eight inches dangled directly above her face. Lauren peeled the condom off and began furiously milking his manhood.
"Give it to me, Tommy! How many times have you pictured this? Now you can blow on my pretty ***** face for real. Do it, Tommy!"
She stroked his shaft faster, gripping it tighter. Corey was leaning in close to his screen now, amazed at the performance his wife was putting on.
"You blew your load all over those fake Laurens, now's your chance with the real slut! You've fucked me, owned me, now paint my face, goddammit! MARK ME Tommy!"
"OH FUCK!!! I'm gonna come," the boy hollered.
Lauren could see and feel his fat cock convulsing, its veins bulging as it prepared itself. Recoiling at first, like a snake getting ready to strike, it snapped back straight, stiffer. There was a brief second when the boy's face froze, mouth open in a strange, contorted silent scream as his breathing stopped.
Then he came.
"OHHHHHHHH LAURENNNNNNN!" Tommy wailed, every muscle in his toned body trembling.
Corey watched as the young stud proceeded to unload an insane amount of semen onto his wife's face. Wave upon wave erupted from the tip of his cock, producing surging ropes of thick white liquid which plastered her hair, eyes and nose. She shrieked with delight, laughing until the cascade of milky sperm subsided. When he was done, his spunk covered her face, chest, and even the sofa cushions. Tommy could not take his eyes off Lauren as she coaxed the last bit of seed from his dick. No girl had allowed him to do that. Ever.
All three of them were basking in the glow of what they had just shared when there came a light knock on the adjoining door between the boy's suite and his parents'.
"Thomas?"
The young man froze.
Another knock.
"Thomas, are you okay? Open the door, please. Who's Lauren?"
"Shit, shit, shit," Tommy gasped, pulling on his pants in a panic.
Lauren threw on her blouse, the boy's cum still dripping off her chin. Stuffing her legs into the skinny jeans, she noticed Corey laughing hysterically through the laptop. She slammed the lid shut. "Asshole!"
Running to the side entrance of Tommy's apartment, purse and shoes in hand, she cracked the door slightly to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing no one, she made a beeline to the elevator, buttoning her top while trying to slip on her heels. The lift's door finally opened, and Lauren threw her body inside, landing with her back against the rear wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for her breathing to slow.
"Floor?" a familiar voice asked. "Twenty-three, right?"
Her eyes snapped open to see her wealthy neighbor and happy-hour regular, Jack, standing in the corner of the elevator with bags of groceries. She had not seen him when rushing in. The sight of her irregularly buttoned blouse and disheveled appearance prompted him to ask if everything was alright.
"Do you need a knight in shining armor to save you from a college boy again?" he asked unwittingly, with a twinkle in his eye.
Lauren just laughed and buried her face in her hands. Where were you three hours ago?
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"You okay?" Lauren asked uneasily. The tension was thick.
Corey managed a small smile. "Fine."
Lauren looked unconvinced.
"Were you surprised?"
"I don't think I could have been more surprised if the sun had exploded."
Lauren turned his chin towards hers. "You're upset about me planning this behind your back. I'm sorry, I just didn't know any other way to make this happen quickly while you were still in town."
"You really didn't give me time to think about it now did you? Max, Corey. Corey, Max. Corey, Max is going to fuck me now."
"I see," Lauren pulled back, slightly indignant. She tapped her fingers lightly on his crotch. "And yet, in the end, you weren't angry at all, were you?"
The 61-year-old shook his head. "It was hotter than anything ever played out in my mind. I mean, Myles' disclaimer was pretty clear about the cruise's agenda. We could have done anything else tonight, but we didn't. We sailed. Of course, I couldn't have known the surprise my lovely wife had in store," Corey joked. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not angry at the result, maybe just the way the cards were dealt. Please, next time, just deal me in, okay?"
Lauren feigned mild shock. "Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?"
Corey rolled his eyes. "Seriously? How many times did you come today? Five? Seven? A dozen? Even on a good day that overpriced rubber dildo and I can't match that. There's no mystery here. Our age difference is catching up to us. I saw a little of myself in Max as he pounded you into those bed springs. That was me 20 years ago. You shouldn't have to give that up just because I'm a shriveling old man."
"You're not a shriveling old man," Lauren retorted, throwing her arms around his neck. "Well, maybe old. But your my old man! And don't make this all about me yet again, ya perv. You started this. Years ago, with all your tall tales. I saw you playing with yourself while Max made lov...uh...fucked me. You were WAY into it. If this continues, we'll need to find you a raincoat."
"If this continues" echoed in Corey's head. He cleared his throat. "Let's talk about that."
And talk they did. The long-married couple stayed in the cabin for the remainder of the excursion. Corey tried to articulate the mix of emotions he felt while watching Lauren with Max. It validated all those feelings he had anticipated. Passion and lust. The surreal experience of watching one's wife in a pornographic film, only live. And the angst, holy shit, the angst. A mixture of envy and jealousy coupled with a touch of shame for being perverse enough to enjoy it. He had read about it, felt it in a small way as he played out those fantasies alone in his Iowa bed, but nothing compared to experiencing it firsthand.
Lauren listened intently. She didn't quite fathom why he savored all those feelings, but it was clear he genuinely did. Many men did, in fact, if her online research and this "cruise" proved anything. So as his wife, she pledged right then to continue to understand and help evolve his desires. For her part, there was no denying she had enjoyed the thrill today. Her husband joining in for a threesome - something she had not anticipated - was icing on the cake. Lauren admitted this to him, and how happy she was to be able to give him what he had so longed for.
As her thoughts spilled freely, Corey could not help but wholly appreciate the change in her. Over the last few weeks, she had become way more confident in her sexuality. Not only was she now willing to dress provocatively but had also developed those small idiosyncrasies during sex: the graphic cursing, her newfound love for facials, and being called names in the heat of the moment. All within a month. Hell, calling her a slut a month ago - under any circumstance - would have meant sleeping on the couch for days. It was like some internal beast had come alive. But what more could a guy ask for? He told her so.
"Well," Lauren looked at him sheepishly. "There is more." She went on to tell him about the mutual masturbation session with Amy. She had never kept anything from him for very long, and she wasn't going to start now.
"Damn, that's hot," was all Corey could utter, picturing his wife and the young blonde staring at each other from across the room, their fingers dancing in their own wetness. His erection returned and he carried Lauren to the bed. They kissed tenderly and passionately, not fucking but making love. Afterward, they held each other tight until the captain made the inevitable announcement that they would be docking soon.
Gathering their things, the couple went to the aft deck. Goodbyes were in order, and they made the rounds, acknowledging appreciation to the other guests for allowing them to participate in their outing, and begging forgiveness for not spending more time with the group. They seemed to understand, a few even mentioning they "heard" the newcomers had indeed had a good time. Lauren blushed. She had not considered the thinness of a ship's cabin walls.
Finally, with the yacht securely moored, the guests made their way to the gangway. Lauren's eyes searched for Max and Myles and found them leaning against a railing. She released her husband’s hand and went to them, evoking smiles from both. Corey watched as she hugged Myles, then Max, and had a brief conversation. Less than a minute later, Lauren returned to Corey's side. The two walked down the gangway in silence, hand-in-hand, knowing that they were, in no insignificant way, closer as a couple now than when they boarded that morning.
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There was a flurry of activity the next morning. Between a call with their daughters about a Thanksgiving reunion in Iowa, and Corey packing for his noon flight, there was little time to discuss anything else.
Standing in the half-circle of the apartment building's driveway waiting for a taxi, Lauren folded her arms around her husband, thanking him for the visit. "It was interesting to say the least," she commented, caressing his shoulders. "Wouldn't you say?"
Corey agreed. "That was beyond a doubt the naughtiest thing we've ever done." He paused as if in deep thought, searching Lauren's eyes.
"I was thinking last night. You know the hospital project won't be over until first quarter."
"So?"
"So, I won't be back for a while. Permanently anyway."
Reading his face, she realized what he was alluding to. "You mean? Without you? Oh, I don't know, Corey."
"Why not? Whether you want to admit it, you're a different woman now. Expanded boundaries. You can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy doing that again. And from what I saw the other night at happy hour, you aren't lacking any admirers around here."
"And how exactly would you get off on that?"
"I'd be happy just to know you were being satisfied."
Lauren frowned. "Uh huh. I call bullshit."
"Okay," Corey conceded, looking down, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "I'd want the play-by-play. Maybe you could even record it."
She slapped his chest. "Video? I think not!"
"Video, no video, doesn't matter. Either way, I'm okay with it if the opportunity presents itself. I just want to know."
Lauren pondered this, caught off-guard. This was an outright hall pass. Not a hint. Nothing cryptic. Her husband was flat out giving her permission to have sex with others.
As the taxi rumbled into the driveway and the trunk popped open, she put her forehead to his.
"Okay," she whispered with one last wet kiss. "I'll think about it."
With that, the man she had been married to for 28 years jumped in and closed the car door. She waved until the cab rounded the corner at the end of the block. Turning towards the front lobby, the warm wind whipped the hair across her face. She didn't mind. It hid the single tear running down her cheek. Alone in the big city once again.
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The next few weeks saw Lauren at her office desk 12 hours a day. Early mornings, late nights, site visits, vendor meetings. If she wasn't sitting in her office, she was busy checking email into the wee hours of the morning from her apartment. The honeymoon phase for the new 48-year-old executive was clearly over. Fortunately, she was able to have lunch with Amy. The younger woman hung on every word as Lauren regaled her friend with the recent adventure on the high seas. It came as no surprise when Amy - in a moment of self-confession - admitted to sleeping with Max as well. Lauren knew it! The way Amy and the club owner had looked at each other that night at the bar was not one of just a pure professional relationship. The two friends giggled over their mutual lover and promised to "compare notes" later.
In addition to learning how to juggle five large offices over a multi-county area, Lauren soon found the weather in Miami wasn't always sunny and mild. The rain started one Friday morning a few weeks after Corey's visit. It was the first tropical depression in South Florida since living there, and it blew in with a vengeance. The storm pummeled her office windows relentlessly, disrupting her concentration. Iowa had storms and the occasional tornado, but this was on a whole other level. By the time she dragged her harried mind and body from the office that evening, the weather had worsened. Taking a cab - something she never did living so close by - briefly appealed to her, but it appeared everyone else had the same idea. Unable to hail a taxi, she opened her umbrella and started walking the three blocks home.
Hugging the edge of the high-rise facades along the way helped somewhat, but there was no escaping the driving rain. By the time Lauren reached the street on which her apartment building was located, her stylish heels, nylons, and pencil skirt were thoroughly soaked. Aggravated, cold, and hungry, the neon glow of the take-out sign in the window of a nearby café enticed her. At that point, nothing sounded better than curling up on a couch with ready-made hot soup and a glass of wine. Pirouetting across the street to avoid the puddles, the stressed-out office manager almost made it to the far sidewalk with just a soggy bottom when a passing delivery van hit a large pothole. No umbrella was a match for the cascade of water heaved onto Lauren, completely drenching her from head to toe. She stood for a minute in disbelief. How could this day get any worse? Defeated, she opened the door to the small restaurant and walked to the counter, not noticing the young man sitting at a small table in the rear.
A heavyset older woman in her 70's - "Mary" if her name tag was correct - stared impatiently from behind the deli counter at the new customer.
"A bowl of vegetable soup to go, please," Lauren muttered as the rainwater pooled at her feet. She looked like a drowned rat, long black hair hanging down in a stringy mess, clothes clinging awkwardly to her body.
Tommy had looked up from his laptop when the café door opened and allowed a wisp of wind to whip through the restaurant. At first, he didn't recognize the woman with the forlorn look on her face. Not until he heard her place the order.
"Lauren?" he asked cautiously from his table, not sure it was even her.
Turning toward the voice, Lauren smiled. A friendly face is just what she needed right then.
"Hey, Tommy. Why are you always around when I'm drowning?" she asked bravely, looking like she was ready to cry.
The boy ran his eyes over her body. The deluge had caused her skirt to become skintight and her red silk blouse to hug her small breasts.
The clerk rolled her eyes as she watched the young man ogle the drenched woman. "Soups are all gone," she announced with a sigh.
Great, Lauren thought, the one thing that would have salvaged this crappy day.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, Tommy hesitated for a moment, then spoke up.
"I could make some for you," he offered, a smile spreading across his youthful face. "I'm a pretty good cook. Great actually."
Lauren managed a weak smile. "I'm sure you are. But its Friday night, shouldn't you be out with your friends?"
"In this? Nah, I was planning on spending it in anyway. Parents are out of town, and I have a business paper to finish."
"I don't know..."
"Please? I have all the ingredients, and I never get to cook for anyone that can really appreciates food, only Tony and assorted idiots. How about a trade? I feed you, you critique my paper."
Lauren brushed a strand of wet, stringy hair from her face, her makeup finally giving in. She nodded.
"Sure, why not? But I need to change my clothes first."
"How about one hour at my place? My suite is the side door in the short hallway, adjacent to my parents." Not giving her a second chance to decline, Tommy excitedly stuffed his laptop into his backpack and quickly dashed out into the driving rain.
"Thank you..." she called out, the wind drowning out any chance of him hearing. Gathering her umbrella and purse to leave, she turned to find Mary eying her smugly.
"Enjoy your hot meal. I know I would."
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Lauren lingered in the shower, thankful to be out of the cold water and into the warm. She began reassessing her willingness to have dinner with Tommy. What the hell was she thinking? The kid had just turned 21, younger than both her daughters. She should have been firmer, resisted, but he had caught her in a vulnerable state. Recalling how good he looked standing at the side of the pool, his trunks clinging to his legs and crotch, she aimed the jet from the shower head towards her bald pussy. Maybe, just maybe, Corey would get his wish tonight.
After showering, Lauren sat at her vanity and called her husband using the phone's video app.
Corey squinted at his mobile as he watched her apply fresh makeup. Makeup? It was 8:00 at night.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, rubbing the stubble on his chin.
"As a matter of fact, I am. You'll be happy to know I have a dinner date!"
Lauren saw one gray eyebrow pop up and tried to hide her smile. Teasing him was going to be fun. She might just enjoy their evolving relationship as much as he. Seeing a chance to put a check mark in his kink column, she went full-on harlot with her makeup, just like when Amy painted her for the pub crawl. Well-defined penciled brows, heavy satin blue eye-shadow, and thick, dark azure lashes. She topped it off with ruby red lipstick, smacking her lips together.
Corey pressed her for information. "With Amy? Someone from work? I heard the storm hit today. Is it safe to go out?"
Lauren turned to the phone. "No, that's the best part! It’s with a neighbor. I don't even have to go outside." She was deliberately piecemealing information.
Corey's brain went into overdrive. What neighbor? One of the happy-hour posse that was at pawing her? Another woman tenant? Someone else?
"Who would that be?"
"Do you remember Tommy? You met him when you were here, on the roof."
Corey swallowed. "The masseuse. Yeah, I remember." That was the young man who had rubbed her shoulders while he watched from the shadows. He also remembered the boy's incredibly muscular build.
Lauren told of the encounter in the café and the boy's offer to make her dinner.
Corey felt a pang of jealousy as his dick began to twitch with the possibilities. "That was nice of him."
"I thought so," she replied, standing up and shrugging off her robe. He could see her slim contour as she pulled on a pair of black lacy underwear and walked over to the closet, gathering her straight black mane behind her shoulders.
"Can you help me pick out something? Something casual?"
Her husband thought for a moment. "Jeans?"
"That's what I was thinking too," she acknowledged, holding up a pair of low-rise dark denim skinny blues. Slipping into them, she looked toward the phone and rotated once, her hair swinging outward from her topless body. The zipper was in the back, its small gold teeth running from the top of her waist, between her apple-bottom butt, to the middle of her crotch. This made for a very healthy cameltoe.
Corey's erection began to grow. The tight jeans sat low on her bare hips. She looked so hot!
"Top?" Lauren asked, rummaging through the closet. "Wait, I know."
She pulled out a thin long-sleeve white gauze blouse. It was nearly transparent. Once on, it fit like a glove, the button between her bra-less breasts straining to remain shut. Her small tits pressed against the fabric with dramatic effect, nipples and aureoles clearly visible.
"Too casual?" Lauren asked, twirling around again.
No answer from the phone.
"Corey?" she asked, fearing a disconnection.
"Um, yeah, I'm here. The button, between your breasts, it looks like its straining. Why not help it out?" he suggested anemically.
Lauren did as he recommended, unfastening it, and then to his surprise, the one below that as well. This left a small sliver of bare tan skin visible between the two sides of the blouse, from her neckline to just above her navel, with a hint of a tan line crossing over where her bikini top would have been. She could feel her husband devouring her through the phone.
"Are you okay with him making me dinner? I won't go if you don't want me to."
"No, its fine. I want you to enjoy yourself," Corey croaked back.
Lauren picked up the phone and looked in her husband's eyes. She could see his kink was flaring up and decided to nourish it.
"Are you sure? What if he wants to eat more than soup for dinner?" she asked coyly.
A low, soft moan came from the tinny speakers.
"That's what I thought."
Corey's voice was barely audible. "Lauren, I love you. Be careful. Are you ready to go?"
"I love you too," Lauren said cheerfully as she sashayed over to the nightstand, bent over, and opened a drawer. Doing so caused the denim to stretch tightly over her small buns. From within she removed two shiny condom packs. She winked at the screen.
"Now I'm ready!"
Suddenly, the video chat ended, leaving Corey 1,500 miles away staring at the phone and a reflection of his very conflicted face.
+++++
The trip from her 23rd floor apartment to the 7th was not a long one, but enough to give Lauren one last chance to back out. She didn't know whether her husband's kink would be fed that night - or even if there would be the opportunity to - but she did know her pussy had been soaked after seeing the boy in the cafe. Kumiho was definitely awake.
Arriving on Tommy's floor, she walked past the entrance of the main suite and around to the side door, just as she'd been instructed. Taking a long, deep breath, she pressed the doorbell and waited. Moments later the young man opened the door with a huge grin. Lauren handed him a bottle of wine and slowly glided in, ass rocking up and down. She could feel his young eyes upon her. The suite was nicely decorated - better than one would expect from a college student - and a mild aroma of lavender was present. The lights were low, and candles burned throughout the apartment. He was clearly used to entertaining girls here.
The kitchen was separated from the living room by a half wall, and on the other side she could see a bright brass pot with steam floating from the top. Lauren watched as he stirred the cooking vegetable soup. It was her turn to check him out. A light blue long-sleeve button-down shirt and tan slacks conveyed the image of the all-American college kid. Sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, he whistled as he opened the wine and poured it out into two glasses on the counter.
"That smells wonderful," Lauren commented on boiling concoction as she hoisted her wine in a toast. Tommy had trouble holding her gaze as they clinked glasses and drank deeply. He was clearly nervous.
"It'll be done in just a minute. Make yourself comfortable."
Tommy glanced at her as she wandered around the apartment, stopping to gaze at framed photos and various knickknacks. Her ass was otherworldly in those tight denim jeans, her shiny black high heels emphasizing each subtle cheek bounce as she moved. And the blouse. Holy shit, the blouse! Even more revealing than her bikini, he could plainly see her breasts and nipples.
Up until now, he had thought of Lauren as simply a profoundly good-looking mature lady. Sexy and friendly, but demure. And yet tonight, her makeup, the way she was dressed and carried herself, reminded him more of those high-end escorts in movies. Definitely NOT what he had expected. It was almost as if she wanted to get laid.
The soup was soon served along with a loaf of hot French bread and salad. Tommy fawned over his dinner guest, making sure her wine glass was kept full and she had enough to eat. Lauren was genuinely surprised at how good the meal tasted. At first the conversation was a bit halting as Lauren grasped at things to discuss with a man so much her junior. Initially she asked how classes were going, until she dismissed this line of questioning as something only a mom or aunt would pursue. She was thankful when he brought up the business paper and began discussing his dream. An avid gymnast, he hoped to open his own studio one day and focus on bringing the joy of gymnastics to disabled or mentally challenged children. Wow, she thought, handsome, hot, and a big heart!
Lauren tried to clean up after dinner, but Tommy would have none of it. Instead, he asked her to look over his paper and give him some pointers. It was due Monday and he considered it an honor to have a big-time executive critique his work. Hands wet with sudsy water, he pointed to a laptop sitting on the living room sofa, informing her the document should already be open. Lauren sat down and opened the lid. What she saw made her eyes widen. A browser window was opened to a website with photos of scantily dressed women. That wasn’t surprising given the boy's age, but the genre was. All the women were Lauren's age, all slim, all with straight jet-black hair. Just like her. She sniggered. What had he been doing before she arrived?
To avoid any him embarrassment, she quietly closed the browser and began reading the paper, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, occasionally looking up at Tommy and smiling. It was a lengthy dissertation and by the time she had finished, the dishes were done. Turning the sound system to a blues station, he joined her on the couch.
"Any good?" he asked, his knees hyperactive. Why was he so nervous? He'd had plenty of girls in his apartment before, many of them in his bed. Why was this one so different?
Lauren scooted over, her leg touching his. "It's a very good paper. Clear narrative, valid reasoning, closes with a memorable statement. But let's look at a few things."
Heads together, they peered into laptop as they went through each page. Lauren secretly noted how good he smelled, as well as the large outline in his tight trousers. Tommy could barely focus on their conversation, his eyes drifting to her blouse. It was opened all the way to her navel, her tiny breasts and half-inch nipples pressed tautly against the gauze material. Good Lord, she looked amazing.
As they reached the last page, Lauren closed the computer, their foreheads almost touching. She looked at Tommy from behind those famous black bangs and smiled. "I give it an A+".
The two could not ignore the electricity in the air. The young man took his chance, pushing the laptop to the floor and planted a small kiss on her lips. They separated, as if evaluating the situation, then quickly collapsed together again. Lauren felt his tongue dance in her mouth as his hands explored her body. He pawed at her roughly, the hallmark of a boy just starting to mature in the way of sexual conquest. They continued to neck heavily until Tommy had a disturbing thought, one that dampened his raging hormones.
"Oh man," Tommy sighed, reluctantly sitting upright.
Lauren looked bewildered, yet thankful for a chance to breath. Smooth operator was not in this kid's repertoire yet.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Yeah, you're married," he lamented, his thumb and index finger rubbing his forehead.
"You knew that when you invited me over, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know. I took a shot, what guy wouldn't?"
"And?"
"History is filled with dudes who were killed by jealous husbands. I don't want to die."
Lauren started to giggle. Tommy cracked a smile.
"And dying is funny?"
"No, of course not. But my husband would be the last one on earth to kill you. He knows I'm here. With you. On a date."
"What? I don't believe that..."
Lauren put a finger to his lips. "It's true. He's okay with it."
Tommy looked at her incredulously. He'd read about this. Husbands that let their wives date other men. There were videos on it too. He just thought they were fantasies.
"No offense, but I'm sure that's the last thing a lot of dead guys have heard," he replied, chortling.
Lauren picked up the laptop and set it on the coffee table in front of them. "Does that thing have a camera?" she asked.
Tommy nodded. "Of course."
"And your parents are out?"
"Well, they are due back tonight, but I doubt they'll be traveling in this storm."
She pulled up a video service account number on her phone. "Can you get a video conference going with this number?"
Shrugging, he opened a program, typed in a few keystrokes, and moments later a man in a bathrobe popped up on screen.
"Hi babe," Lauren smiled sweetly at Corey. "Did we catch you at a bad time?"
Corey was suddenly aware of being only in his robe.
"Uh, well, just got out of the shower. Been a long day. Who's that?"
"This is Tommy, my dinner date."
"Hey," Tommy nodded.
"Hey," Corey chirped back. The boy seemed nervous.
Tommy kept looking between the old guy and Lauren. What the hell was this? Was he dreaming? This was some weird shit.
Lauren cleared her throat. "Tommy was just...thanking me for reviewing his paper...with a nice kiss, when he saw my wedding ring. Now he's afraid you'll do something drastic, like gun him down." She watched the kid's eyes grow wide. This wasfun!
"I don't own a gun," Corey assured the boy expressionlessly, leaning into the camera, his nostrils flaring. "So, you've been kissing my wife?"
Eyes pivoting between Lauren and her husband, Tommy looked like he'd been caught in the cookie jar.
"Mister, I'm not looking for any trouble. She came to dinner hot to trot..., I mean, like, dressed off-the-fucking-chain. I'm only human, what can I..."
The older man cut him off. "Do you want to fuck her?"
Corey surprised himself at being so impulsive and forward. He saw Lauren's mouth drop.
"Wha...?" Tommy stammered?
"It's a simple question, son," Corey continued calmly. Lauren looked at her husband's onscreen image in mild amusement. This aggressiveness was new. She liked it.
"Do...you...want...to...fuck...her?" the older man repeated slowly. "Like you said, she came to you dressed like a *****. Everything about her screams she wants to get laid. I'm a thousand miles away, I can't do it. Now...do you want to FUCK her?"
The young man thoughts were racing. He looked at Lauren. "You want this?"
One eyebrow cocked, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Tommy tried to think this through. He wasn't stupid. If this old man wanted him to bang his smoking hot wife while he watched, who was he to argue? He may never get another chance. A sly grin began creeping across his face.
"Yeah, okay. I'll help you out."
Corey watched as the kid stared at Lauren, and she at him. All talk and no action. Someone needed to make a move.
"Kiss her again," he told the boy.
Tommy looked at the old man, then back to Lauren. Leaning over, he quickly kissed her lips, then retreated. He never had an audience before, much less a husband watching, and it was definitely NOT helping with his arousal.
Sensing the boy was having some difficulty, Lauren let her hand drift to his thigh, then to his crotch, her long fingernails tapping his trousers. In short order, the tapping became rubbing and the rubbing became groping. Finally, there was movement under her hand, like a lizard beginning to stir in its nest, and a low slow moan escaped from his mouth.
Lauren dropped to her knees and dipped her face into Tommy's lap. Replacing her hand with her mouth, she gummed the outline of his growing erection, biting it gently, until the material ballooned with his manhood.
"I want to suck his dick," Lauren announced. "I want him in my mouth."
"Do it," Corey told her. His robe had slipped open, ******** his pudgy middle, and he was now stroking his own six inches.
Tommy leaned back as the dinner guest unfastened his slacks and opened the fly. He lifted his waist just enough for Lauren to pull them over his hips. As she tugged the cotton material downward and it cleared the boy's crotch, his cock sprang out like a diving board just vacated. Lauren could not believe what this kid was packing. The clinging swimsuit had done no justice. A bit shorter than the Chairman, maybe eight inches, it was thicker than any penis she had seen in person.
Lauren reached into her purse, stopping just for a moment to glance at Corey and lick her lips. She was learning all too well how to pull his levers. Removing a condom from its package, she carefully rolled the thin latex over Tommy's tool. It took both hands to bring it to her mouth and could feel the blood pumping through the blue veins, a bit of pre-cum dripping from the tip into the reservoir. Beginning with small strokes, Lauren watched as his steely staff responded to each touch, seeping more of the clear fluid from its slit. A part of her wished she could taste it.
Lauren's eyes opened wide as Tommy put pressure on the back of her head and slid the mass of flesh past her lips. "Relax your jaws and let it slide in. Not too far yet, if it hits the back of your throat you'll gag." He’d clearly provided these tips before.
As the head of the snake disappear into his wife's mouth, Corey looked on, masturbating to the feed being broadcast live to his computer. After a few more inches, Lauren gagged, reluctantly allowing Tommy's dick to slither out. Gradually, she became accustomed to the length. The older man felt those same emotions surfacing as he watched his beautiful, smart, executive wife analyze the best way to take the meaty cock into her mouth, like a dog sizing up a bone. Determined to take as much as she could, Lauren kept removing it, reevaluating, stroking, and reinserting, each time able to take an inch or two more.
While the dark-haired vixen gave him head, she reached up and caressed Tommy's body, stopping at his chest to finger the hard nipples that poked out from prominent pecs. He groaned, picking up the pace, fist full of that black mane, his hips arching upward to fuck that pretty face.
At one point, her mouth full, Lauren managed to mumble to Tommy. "He needs to be part of this." As she did, a load of spit spilled from the sides of her mouth onto his thighs.
The young man looked over at the laptop. What the hell was he supposed to say?
"Uh, your...your wife's mouth," Tommy stuttered, "it, uh, feels good around my...cock. Her tongue is sick."
Corey's cock felt like iron in his hands. And to think until recently, fellatio was completely off the table.
Fap, fap, fap.
Tommy laughed. This was so unreal. Tony would never believe this.
"Show him your hot body," Corey cajoled Lauren. "Strip for him."
After a few more trips down the boy's cock, Lauren let it plop from her mouth, strands of spittle forming a bridge between her lips and the tip as she pulled away. Wiping the remainder on her blouse, she stood up.
Swaying erotically to slow blues music, Lauren pulled the tail of her blouse from her jeans and unfastened the final bottom button. Tommy watched in a trance as she let the thin material fall dramatically from her shoulders, holding it momentarily just above her breasts. With a quick smile, she allowed it to drop. The boy watched as it fluttered to the floor. He marveled at how fit she was, not at all like his mother or her friends. Now topless, Lauren's tanned torso contrasted nicely with the dark denim blues sitting low on her hip bones. From there, his gaze rose past her small waist and tight abdominal muscles to those tiny tits, which she was now fondling, one in each hand.
"And the jeans," her husband commanded, now clearly comfortable with being the quarterback.
Lauren slunk over to Tommy and turned around, her small, firm jeans-clad ass staring the young man in the face. Corey watched as the boy reached between her legs, extended a single middle finger, and inserted it into the depression of her two-inch long cameltoe. She responded by humping his hand, sliding her crotch back and forth along his finger as he added pressure. Soon, the denim in that area became darker as it became saturated with her wetness. She took his hand and placed in on the zipper pull, just above her buttocks.
"Do you want him to undress me, Corey?" she cooed.
A groan came from the speakers.
Taking that as a yes, Tommy pulled the zipper slowly, allowing the teeth to uncouple dramatically. The further the zipper descended towards her crotch, the more of Lauren's lace panties became visible. As the denim fell away from her hips, the perfection of her ass overwhelmed the young man. Lauren shuddered as she felt his hands push the panty material to one side, followed by a cold tongue probing her crack. Slapping her ass cheeks, Tommy grabbed the woman by the hips and tossed her on her back, jeans still around the knees. Leaning over, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, which she instinctively sucked in with a wet pop. His free hand reached between her legs and pulled her panties tightly into her crack.
Lauren craned her neck to get a glimpse of the laptop screen. Corey was now leaning back in his office chair, robe open to both sides while he jerked off with one hand, the other playing with a hairy nipple. She batted her eyes at him.
Fap, fap, fap.
Tommy stood and practically ripped off his shirt. Lauren moaned at the sight of the powerful chest, arms, and ripped stomach. She loved Corey dearly, but he was right, he had aged. But this was not love, it was pure lust and nothing more. Next came the boy's shoes, belt and trousers, which clanged carelessly to the carpet beside the sofa. Last came his socks.
Now completely naked, Tommy turned to Lauren and pulled off her jeans and panties. Kneeling between her legs, he looked down at the smooth clam oozing its clear fluid. He gasped, never having seen a completely shaved pussy close up. But he knew what to do with it. He fell back on the sofa and pulled the now nude Lauren to his lap, cradling her, both facing the camera. She could feel his cock pressing into her back as he draped each of her legs over his thighs, effectively spreading her legs wide for Corey to see what he was about to do.
Tommy reached around Lauren's body and began rubbing her hairless slit, so moist there were visible trails of juice running from her crack to the cushion below. Corey marveled at how much his wife looked like a porn star performing in her first film. She was leaning back into the boy's chest while he played with her cunt, her tight tanned abs quivering, the half-inch nipples on her barely-there tits now rock hard. Two fingers into her hole, then three, Tommy began assaulting her pussy.
Turning her face, Lauren began wagging her tongue in the air, seeking his. The young man craned his neck and touched the tip of his to hers. She continued to moan loudly, breathing in quick bursts, as their tongues intertwined, swapping spit.
"Fuck that's hot," they heard Corey whisper.
"Right there, right there," Lauren breathed, "oh soooo good!
"Oh, oh, oh, awe, awe, awe, oh, oh, oooooooooo!"
When Tommy inserted the fourth finger, Lauren went berserk.
"FUUUCCCKKKKK, Tommy, goddamn it, ooooh god, ooooh god, FUUUUUCCK my pusseeeeeeee!"
Corey stopped pumping his cock and leaned into screen. His wife was getting the best finger-banging of her life. He watched as the boy's deft hand flew in and out of her cunt in a blur. Lauren's hips bucked uncontrollably, flinging fluid everywhere. Tommy's other hand grabbed her throat, holding her head against his chest as her body writhed.
"Oh shit, oh fuck. I think I'm gonna cum, oh yeah, that's it, right there. OH FUCK, Corey, his hand feels so good...YESSSSSSSS I'M CUMMINGGGGGG," Lauren screamed, fruitlessly extending a hand towards her husband's onscreen image.
Corey also subconsciously reached out and touched his monitor in a useless attempt to make the connection. As he watched, she thrust her head into Tommy's chest, arched her back, and let go with a blood curdling howl while the boy's hand continued to drive into her hole. Corey saw copious amounts of milky white fluid bubble from her hairless crack and dribble down her legs. It was only later that he realized - although not the "fountain squirting" of porn video lore - he had just witnessed his wife come as close to the real thing as it gets.
Lauren sat on Tommy's lap for a good minute, nuzzling and kissing him as she came down from her release. When she finally looked back into the camera, Corey did not see the eyes of his wife and mother of two children. These were the eyes of a woman who wanted nothing more than to get fucked into next week. He swallowed. It was time.
"Do her, man. She's in goddamn heat. Fuck her now!"
Lauren mewed, licking a hard pec. Her body was still quivering.
"Fuck her man, bang my slut wife! You know you want to." Corey was trying to pull some levers of his own.
Tommy gave the old man a puzzled - even angry - look. "Easy, dude, I don't think that's very nice..."
Corey shook his head. "She likes it. A lot. I would never do anything to hurt her. Try it, she gets real nasty."
The kid looked down. "Is that right? Uh, slu...slut?" he asked nervously, clearly not comfortable calling her names.
Lauren's eyes glowed. "Yesssss," she hissed. "I'll be your ***** tonight. Now, PLEASE fuck me!"
Unreal, Tommy grinned, forcefully spinning the black-haired MILF around on the sofa until she was on all fours. Lauren giggled as he handled her like a rag doll, her tiny ass landing against his naked crotch. She was gasping for air.
"Ironic...isn't it...babe?" she breathed heavily, looking over at her husband.
Corey cleared his throat, dick in hand. "What's that?"
"Years ago, you stole me away from all those frat boys."
"I remember."
She laughed at him maniacally. "And now, you’re giving me back!"
With that, Tommy put the head of his cock against the older woman's bare pussy and watched her butterfly part to accept the tip. A couple pushes later, it disappeared completely as Lauren's hole formed a perfect O seal around his latex clad cock. Air rushed from her lungs as the long tool burrowed deep, resulting in a low guttural growl. Like the Chairman, its width filled the diameter of her hole completely. The boy aggressively worked in the remainder of his eight inches - pushing and retreating, pushing and retreating. Unlike the Chairman though, this was a living thing: pulsating, throbbing, and very determined. Sensing there was still more, she lowered her back slightly, causing her ass to raise enough to allow the rest of the meaty cock to slide all the way in, crashing against her cervix. With this last thrust, Tommy grunted loudly, Lauren screamed, and Corey closed his eyes.
The young lad wasted no time laying into her from behind, the entire length of his manhood easily reaching the limit of her womb on each stroke. Lauren had never been so thoroughly filled with so much rigid flesh. Any initial discomfort had given way to sheer ecstasy.
"Awe, oh, awe, oh, awe, oh!" she moaned rhythmically with every thrust.
"Slam her pussy!" Corey demanded. "Do that *****! Tell her what you think of her!"
Tommy spoke but kept fucking. "Take...take my cock...you...you fucking SLUT! I thought...UGGGGHHH...I thought...I thought you were a nice chick, but...OH GOD, BABY THAT FEELS GOOD!"
The was no longer any resistance in her canal as he continued to spear the sopping wet pink hole.
"But...but you're really just a fucking cumdump!"
Lauren heard the words rain down on her, spiking her arousal. She brayed like a donkey, her fingers crushing the sofa cushion.
"Yesssss! That's it, Tommy! Give it to your *****. Give...it...to...me! Use me like all those frat boys did. Fuck my tight slutty hole."
Corey's heart skipped a beat. All those frat boys?
Keeping a tight grip on her hips, Tommy continued the long strokes, going deep, then pulling back, careful not to pop out. He was getting into it now.
"Damn, dude, I should have been banging your wife a long time ago. I had nasty bitches before, but she wins the prize."
The lovers heard a long raspy sound coming from the laptop. Fap, fap, fap. Lauren decided to turn it up a notch.
"Give me my prize, Tommy! I want my prize!
Watch him fuck me, Corey! Like a BITCH! Just like Paul did in his dorm room all those years ago. God, he used to hammer my pussy, just like this!"
The older man shut his eyes tight, mercilessly flogging his cock. Paul was his wife's boyfriend when Corey and Lauren had met. The frat boy was arguably his biggest competition back then.
"He fucked me SILLY, Corey. Every day! While...while his friends watched Corey!"
"No! Oh SHIT," her husband gasped as he beat off, picturing a dorm room filled with college boys, gathered around Paul's bed, watching his Lauren get destroyed. The emotions he felt were staggering. Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap.
"Yesssss. They WATCHED us, Corey. They watched us FUCK!
The sound coming through the laptop's speakers was distorted now.
Fap, fap, fap.
"But Corey, they weren't just watching, baby, noooo, they...they were waiting. Oh god help me, Corey, they were WAITING IN LINE FOR MEEEEEEEEEE!
"NOOOOOO, NOOOOOO, NOOOOOO!" Corey screamed at his monitor.
Lauren looked away. He must be twisting his dick off right now.
Her focus returned to Tommy who was still impaling her from behind.
"DON'T you dare stop now! That's it! Keep going! Pound me with that young meat. Faster. Fuck me faster. Treat me like a *****, do me 'til I hurt.
"Shit yeah...so good...so good!
"Keep going...don't stop...every inch in me...every inch...GOOD LORD...FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Tommy was a steam engine now, squeezing Lauren's hips and jack-hammering her hairless pussy for all he was worth. Corey saw the length of the boy's tool glide in and out effortlessly, the wet sound of their sex reaching through his computer speakers and smacking him in the face.
"Don't stop, don't stop! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Tommy, give it to me...Give it tooooo meeeeee, Tommmeeeeeee!
Corey watched as the 21-year-old pummeled his wife's sweet pussy into complete submission. He heard another maniacal laugh as Lauren tossed whipped her hair around and looked deep into the camera and her husband's eyes.
"I...I...I...," she stammered at him between thrusts, half-laughing, half-gasping. "Corey, baby, I am so f...f...fucked!"
The older man could take no more. He tried, he really tried, but after seeing the lust in her eyes while the boy's hips slammed into hers, there was no stopping the flood of semen from his balls. His roar was so loud, so intense, that Lauren and her new lover momentarily slowed and looked at the screen, fearing a medical emergency. Their concern was quickly quelled as they saw his body shaking and a small amount of milky white semen spill from his penis into a waiting napkin. Corey then pulled his robe together and looked at the ceiling, eyes glossy.
Meanwhile, in Miami, the pounding continued. It was at a relentless pace. This young man had boundless energy.
"OH, FUCKING JESUS!" Lauren cried out as Tommy's cock hit her clit at just the right angle. "That's it, faster, faster. Do me, wreck my pussy! Fuck me, goddammit!"
Remembering what Corey had told him, Tommy gathered up her long black mane and pulled it back toward him. This snapped her neck back, leaving her mouth gaping open.
"You like my cock, you...you *****?" He still wasn't too comfortable with the name calling, but it was kind of hot. And if she liked it, then...
"I've wanted to fuck you since I met you at the pool. Shove my cock down your pretty mouth. I never thought you'd turn out to be such dirty, filthy, cum loving slut!"
Lauren's synapses went crazy.
"Oh yeah, baby, ride me like a bucking filly!" she screamed. "Fuck my tight little slut hole. Yeah, Tommy, that's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep going. FASTER!!!"
Corey had recovered and was watching the screen again. The boy was now at maximum warp drive, his hips driving in and out of Lauren's cunt so fast he thought the kid was going to throw a muscle.
"Me and Tony will do you next time. He'd love to tap a ***** like you. Would you like that"
Lauren howled at the thought of the two young athletes having their way with her.
"Answer me, slut!", Tommy demanded.
"Yesssss! I want you and Tony to use me! All night long...and dump your loads in me!"
"And we'll do your little blonde friend too!"
She was grunting loudly now, like a wild animal humping in the woods. Her head was rotating one way, then the other, her black mane had ripped away from Tommy's hand and was now dancing on her back.
"C'mon, fuck my dripping cunt, baby, I want it all. Deeper, deeper. That's it! That's it."
Tommy leaned over, his chest touching her back. Reaching around, he found her swollen clit. The firecracker exploded.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSS, Tommmmmeeeeee!"
Not skipping a beat, the boy continued to pulverize her reddening slit while plucking her rigid nub. He couldn't see, but could feel, the volumes of fluids gushing out of her hole and onto his legs.
"Get it, get it. Deeper, deeper!" she yelled over her shoulder, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, make me come, make me come! Make your ***** come!"
Tommy’s fingers were a blur on her clit, the slickness from her juices making it hard to maintain contact.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ram it in! Please FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TOMMMEEEEEEEEE!"
Lauren felt the out-of-body roller coaster experience begin as her orgasm ramped up. There was no stopping as it hit the crest, then descended rapidly into the void. The heat flashed through her like a lightning bolt.
"I'm there! I'm there! I'm there!" she squealed. "I'm cummingggggggggggg! Oh, Tommeeeee! Oh Coreeeeeeeee! I'm cumminggggggggggg!!!!!
Tommy had difficulty staying inside the bucking Lauren as she cycled through her release. She nearly heaved him onto the floor before collapsing on her belly, exhausted. Closing her eyes, she could feel her young lover's fully erect manhood still deep within, pulsating, waiting.
Getting back some of her senses, Lauren knew she had to finish him off before he killed her. Pushing herself up from the cushions, she flipped onto her back, pulling Tommy's sweaty body on top of her. Using one hand to guide his cock past her butterfly, the other holding his neck for leverage, she wrapped her legs around his waist and used her feet to pull his ass inward, driving the meaty cock back into her pussy.
She looked him in the eyes, wondering what his trigger was.
"You like fucking my bald pussy, don't you, baby?" she cooed.
"Fuck yeah," Tommy grunted, his missionary strokes quickly matching his previous pace.
"I saw your browser tonight. You've been a naughty boy, looking at all those older women."
The boy's eyes grew wide as he accelerated his thrusts. "FUCK!"
"Not too many mommy's have shaved pussies like me, do they?"
Shaking his head furiously, he rammed his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust, sweat pouring off his body.
"Have you been jerking off to me, Tommy? You can tell Lauren."
The kid grunted relentlessly; his breathing labored. "Shit, fuck, shit, fuck!"
"Never thought you'd be in my nice, warm pussy, did you? All that cum on the floor when all you had to do is knock on my door."
"Oh, FUCK!" Tommy bellowed, his face contorting against its will. His grunting was rhythmic now, growing louder with every push. She knew he was getting close, and gently pushed him back. He cried out in dismay as his cock unexpectedly flopped out of her. Sliding quickly under him, Lauren positioned her head so his glistening eight inches dangled directly above her face. Lauren peeled the condom off and began furiously milking his manhood.
"Give it to me, Tommy! How many times have you pictured this? Now you can blow on my pretty ***** face for real. Do it, Tommy!"
She stroked his shaft faster, gripping it tighter. Corey was leaning in close to his screen now, amazed at the performance his wife was putting on.
"You blew your load all over those fake Laurens, now's your chance with the real slut! You've fucked me, owned me, now paint my face, goddammit! MARK ME Tommy!"
"OH FUCK!!! I'm gonna come," the boy hollered.
Lauren could see and feel his fat cock convulsing, its veins bulging as it prepared itself. Recoiling at first, like a snake getting ready to strike, it snapped back straight, stiffer. There was a brief second when the boy's face froze, mouth open in a strange, contorted silent scream as his breathing stopped.
Then he came.
"OHHHHHHHH LAURENNNNNNN!" Tommy wailed, every muscle in his toned body trembling.
Corey watched as the young stud proceeded to unload an insane amount of semen onto his wife's face. Wave upon wave erupted from the tip of his cock, producing surging ropes of thick white liquid which plastered her hair, eyes and nose. She shrieked with delight, laughing until the cascade of milky sperm subsided. When he was done, his spunk covered her face, chest, and even the sofa cushions. Tommy could not take his eyes off Lauren as she coaxed the last bit of seed from his dick. No girl had allowed him to do that. Ever.
All three of them were basking in the glow of what they had just shared when there came a light knock on the adjoining door between the boy's suite and his parents'.
"Thomas?"
The young man froze.
Another knock.
"Thomas, are you okay? Open the door, please. Who's Lauren?"
"Shit, shit, shit," Tommy gasped, pulling on his pants in a panic.
Lauren threw on her blouse, the boy's cum still dripping off her chin. Stuffing her legs into the skinny jeans, she noticed Corey laughing hysterically through the laptop. She slammed the lid shut. "Asshole!"
Running to the side entrance of Tommy's apartment, purse and shoes in hand, she cracked the door slightly to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing no one, she made a beeline to the elevator, buttoning her top while trying to slip on her heels. The lift's door finally opened, and Lauren threw her body inside, landing with her back against the rear wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for her breathing to slow.
"Floor?" a familiar voice asked. "Twenty-three, right?"
Her eyes snapped open to see her wealthy neighbor and happy-hour regular, Jack, standing in the corner of the elevator with bags of groceries. She had not seen him when rushing in. The sight of her irregularly buttoned blouse and disheveled appearance prompted him to ask if everything was alright.
"Do you need a knight in shining armor to save you from a college boy again?" he asked unwittingly, with a twinkle in his eye.
Lauren just laughed and buried her face in her hands. Where were you three hours ago?
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