Warning: subject matter includes hotwife/cuckold/group sex topics. This story is tagged as such, so if you do not care for these types of tales, move on. You are your only enemy if you continue reading.
Those that do choose to continue, please know reading previous chapters will help you better understand the characters and their journey.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18.
Primer: As with many relationships that enter such a lifestyle, Corey and Lauren are embarking into a time that many would find dark and disturbing. Such is the reality when playing with sex and emotions. This chapter, like the others, will surely please some while enraging others who don’t have the sense to know this is primarily a fictional account for entertainment purposes. Not that it matters. Tonight, me and the real life Lauren are seeing the couple whose daughter forms the basis for Caroline’s character. She at one time helped her mom cuck my buddy.
We expect to have fun.
December 24th. Nine weeks to go.
Corey Miller woke to the smell of hair spray and perfume. Opening his eyes, he found his wife’s face nestled against his spongy neck and her soft jet-black locks tickling his flaring nostrils. Gently easing out from underneath, he slowly peeled back the sheets and sat up, admiring her nakedness. At 48, she looked 35, with a gym chiseled body that women of any age would envy. Indeed, she and their daughters had often been mistaken for sisters, a fact Lauren never failed to remind him of.
He yawned and scratched his aging balls, raising an eyebrow when his hand encountered some rather crusty pubic hair. Looking down, he noted it closely matched the dried sheen that encased Lauren’s trim waist. A look of distain crossed Corey’s face. Not all that of that crunchy jizz is yours, chief.
Indeed, for the first time in their 28-year marriage, his wife had brought him sloppy seconds, methodically extracted from a client in exchange for the promise of a contract renewal. While sloshing around in another man’s cum was kind of hot at the time, the residual detritus was now just…gross.
“You okay,” she murmured, still half asleep.
“Yeah. You?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You passed out pretty quickly. I figured all that coke would’ve kept you up.”
Lauren stretched and twisted. “Ah, so you were paying attention. I thought you might be around peeking.”
“You need to be careful, babe,” Corey cautioned her.
She fluffed a pillow and stuffed it behind her. “I know, but he’s a client. I doubt he’d give me anything dangerous. Too traceable.”
Corey shook his head. “That’s not what I was referring to.”
It took a second for the cobwebs to clear.
“Oh…ohhh,” Lauren replied. “You’re right. Absolutely. I’m sorry. That was disrespectful to you. It was off before I could react. But that’s no excuse, I should have been more in control.”
Corey leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s okay. You seem to like it bareback.”
Lauren bit her lip. “I do, yeah. Is that bad?”
“Could be, but I trust your judgement.”
She smirked. Her judgement. That’s a hoot.
His shriveled cock was bobbed slightly, trying to get some attention. It was still covered with the flaky opaque film from last night’s sex.
“Someone’s excited. Exactly how much did you hear?”
“Enough to know that I can’t fuck you as well as other men and I couldn’t make a nun cum if I tried.”
Lauren scooted across the mattress and slid behind him. Her naked breasts pushed against his spine as she laid her chin on his shoulder and began massaging chest. The 61-year-old’s skin had become soft and pliable, much different than the hard bodies that surrounded her these days. She knew he’d been going to the gym, and it was slowly working, but there was still a long way to go. Reaching around his flabby waist, his cock landed in her hand.
“I’m sorry, did I say anything to hurt your feelings?” she purred in his ear. “Like, you know, that this little antique can’t get me off anymore?”
Corey moaned under her touch. “I like it,” he whispered, barely intelligible.
“So, you like hearing about how much better other men are? How their cocks get me off when I can barely feel yours?”
The troubled husband turned his head sideways and pressed a cheek against hers. “God help me, yessss.” His voice faded into almost a sob. “I’m so sorry.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” Lauren asked, her hand closing around his skinny penis.
“Am I sick?”
“Sick?”
“To enjoy…this. I just spent the better part of a night kneeling jerking off in front of a door…a door Lauren, listening to my wife having sex.” Who the fuck does that?”
“Hush. It’s not a sickness. Let’s put this into perspective. It’s a fetish, nothing more, nothing less. Isn’t that what you’ve been preaching to me? At least you haven’t asked to pee on me yet.”
His back lurched into her chest, his weak pecs jiggling. Corey pictured her laying in a bathtub as golden streams poured over her.
Lauren laughed knowing what he was thinking. “Oh boy, sorry I mentioned it.”
She continued jerking him off one hand from behind while the other played with his man-boobs.
“So, you want me to date again. Like I’ve never been married?”
Another whimper. Using her thumb, she flicked one nipple repeatedly.
“A real date right? Where I get flowers and dinner and dancing? How exciting.”
More groans.
“I’d get all dolled up…just for them, you know. Clothes you’ll never see me in, but they’ll sure enjoy slowly removing so I can become their plaything.”
The wrinkled cock was rock hard now as Lauren fisted it.
“I don’t think I’ll have a problem pulling a date, do you?”
“Oh, god. N-n-no.”
“LOTS of virile men down here. Powerful, good-looking men. You know how they look at me. Naughty boys, always undressing me with their eyes. I’m sure they’d love to give me a proper seeing to. Is that what you want? For me to date them all?”
A low guttural groan escaped Corey’s throat.
“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. It’s either that or go back home. Seems to me your best friend gave me the fucking of my life last time I was there. Maybe I should see if any of your other friends want to taste your wife?”
That hit a nerve. Precum began pouring out of his underutilized glans. “OH SHIT, LAUREN!” Corey’s hips bucked on the mattress. “Please, no.”
“Why not, Twisty? I’ve noticed how Toby and Sean look at me when Judy and Shelly aren’t around. Just like Zane. Damn, did that man fuck me!”
Grimacing under the immense pressure forming in his balls, Corey tried to keep it under control. “But they wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t they?” the dark-haired vixen pulled his ear near so she could whisper in it. “What makes you think they already haven’t?”
“Jesus, help me.”
And with that, Corey came. And came hard.
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While his frail penis pumped cum over Lauren’s hand, something made her pause and look deeply in his eyes. For the first time, she saw it. She really saw it. In that singular, omnipresent moment, Lauren Miller simply understood what made her incipient husband tick. Everything was there, swirling around; it just had to be dissected. The cocktail of conflicted emotions that created a pleasure that most men could not understand, but an indulged few craved. The kindling that fueled a combustible stew of feelings which inexplicitly turned jealousy and humiliation into exquisite ecstasy. A short-circuiting of her husband’s brain and those like him that seemed to be the ignition point for all sorts of gratification. This in turn resulted in explosive orgasms serving not only as conventional releases but a purging, as if the body was trying rid itself of the shame and stigma associated with the kink. Ask him to explain it and he’d be at a loss for words. And always will be.
Lauren let Corey tremble in her arms as the last few spurts of translucent semen pumped through his shaft and onto the hotel carpet below. For him, it marked a return to normalcy, where his mind was clear and void of all venereal thoughts. Until the pressure began to build again.
“Wait,” the project manager grabbed her hand as she began to roll off the bed. “I have to know. Was it Sean? Toby?”
Lauren laughed and pulled away. “You’re way too easy.”
Choking back relieved laughter, Corey managed a feeble grin. “I could say the same about you.”
Giggling, Lauren flipped him the bird and went to the bathroom. “C’mon. It’s Christmas Eve! Let’s shower and get out of here. We need to get to the grocery store before they close. You’ll just love what I’m cooking up.”
To that, the senior Iowan had no doubt.
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Although it began rather unconventionally, the rest of Christmas Eve proved one of the most ordinary days Corey and Lauren Miller had spent together in a long time. Between a lazy day poolside, a bite to eat at the deli across the street, and a satisfying afternoon nap, it could not have been more vanilla. And that could not have made them happier.
Late in the evening, while Corey worked on a resignation letter, Lauren ran to the market and pharmacy, The couple had every intention on staying in, grilling some salmon, and chilling with a movie. This proved to be a wise choice, seeing both were asleep on the couch way before the final credits rolled.
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Christmas Day.
Corey stood on the balcony of the 23rd floor apartment and surveyed Miami’s beautiful downtown district, marveling at the 65-degree weather. With Des Moines barely getting into the 20s, he dreaded returning to that frigid weather the next day. Lauren cheerly joined him with a cup of coffee in each hand, and they basked in the morning sun.
During a long video conference with their daughters, Caroline expressed excitement at visiting her mom later that week, and Amelia apologized for not being able to join them due to a massive system conversion at her company. Lauren assured the older sibling that Florida had plenty of lobster and sunshine. After hanging up, the couple exchanged gifts. Corey loved his new camcorder but had to say his favorite present was a special edition Cyclones jersey, updated with new team colors. Lauren received nice things too, including some traditional silver and gold jewelry, perfect for the office. Jokingly, she feigned hoping for another anklet, which got a chuckle. He did apologize for not having more gifts for her, citing the long distance and work. To make it right, he scribbled an I.O.U. she could cash in later for pretty much anything. All in all, it was a good morning.