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Chapter 31

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Saturday, June 15th
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The triple screws of the Amarillo Sky churned a sizable wake as Alex Cartwright piloted his cruiser southward through Biscayne Bay. In the elevated cockpit above, Lauren Miller stood beside her Texan boyfriend as he steered his yacht, one hand on his shoulder and the other holding a mimosa. As always, Alex's watchful eyes scanned the sea ahead, searching for any impending dangers. On a bench far below near the craft's stern, sat Lauren's husband Corey. Left alone to scrunch his Midwestern-transplanted nose against the saline air, he pondered why the hell he was there in the first place. Of course, it was partially because his boss Dale Dactyl had, like the project manager's best friend Zane before him, encouraged him to finally settle down, acclimate to life in Miami, and embrace the wittol he had become. Thus, when Lauren's Texan fuck buddy had extended an invite to accompany the successful rancher-turned-realtor to Key Largo for the weekend, Corey had graciously accepted. He didn't know what to expect, but he would follow all the sage advice given.

'Embrace it. Get off on it. Own it.'

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Embracing the new dynamic had been the topic du jour when meeting with the billionaire entrepreneur. This was the morning after things fell apart on the long-married couple's self-imposed moratorium of the behavior that had enabled Corey's fetish and unlocked Lauren's sexuality.  No matter how hard they both tried to return to normalcy after his collapse, it was evident that the genie could not be put back in the bottle. Too many things had been done and said. The sixty-one-year-old's fetish had become too strong to deny, and at only forty-eight, his wife had become a sexual dynamo that needed taming.

For over two hours, Corey sat attentively in Dale's spacious office as the slightly younger man offered suggestions for his new hire's predicament. Dactyl and his wife Amanda, who had been active swingers in South Florida for more than a decade, were deeply familiar with Miami's underground networks, providing a safe outlet for those seeking to fulfill their desires. Dale suggested that Corey and Lauren connect with this community. Furthermore, he theorized that true happiness for the couple lay in accepting their current selves rather than futilely resisting.

'Relax, accept your fetish, and enjoy the weight that will be lifted. Let her date, be herself, and you do you.'

Corey sighed, finding some comfort in those words, reminiscent of Zane's. During dinner that evening, Lauren was taken aback when her husband suggested easing the restrictions on the lifestyle that had dominated their relationship since they moved. Just weeks earlier, he had been adamant about returning to normalcy, a request she had honored for his well-being. Now, he proposed the opposite. Initially confused and skeptical, especially given their discussions about returning to their simple life in Iowa, Lauren's doubts grew after their recent failed attempt at intimacy, revealing the hopelessness of trying to alter their course.

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And so it was that Corey found himself lounging in the back of the boat on that bright Miami Saturday morning, piloted by a man with whom his wife had gotten very close. It was no surprise; Alex was a stand-up guy who had relocated to Florida to pursue success in the travel industry. Known for his genuine kindness, he had respected Lauren's wish for a break while she and her husband worked through their issues.

As Corey casually swiveled his head from port to starboard, pretending to take in the sights, he found it quite challenging with Lauren and Alex positioned high above him. About an hour into the journey to Key Largo, Lauren had disappeared briefly and returned in thong bikini bottoms paired with a gray, open-sided men's workout shirt that billowed in the wind, revealing glimpses of her perky breasts. Her nipples, hardened by the sea breeze, were visible even from the stern, while her jet-black hair danced in the wind. Her toned abs and sculpted rear were accentuated by the snug fabric, a testament to her dedication to working out four days a week in the apartment building's lobby gym.

This was in sharp contrast to Corey, whose sporadic visits to any workout facility were half-hearted and irregular. Yes, Zane had tried to help, but the inconsistency was too great, and the results were non-existent. As the older man gazed up at Alex perched atop the boat, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his own body in comparison. While Alex's thirty-two-year-old frame was toned and athletic, Corey's was soft and undefined. His sporadic attempts at exercise had shown little visible progress, and at twice Cartwright's age, the older man was surely no match for the travel agent in terms of fitness. As if to emphasize that fact, the significant bulge beneath their host's tight swim trunks was all the proof needed.

Despite his boss and best friend's encouragement to accept his place in his marriage to Lauren, Corey couldn't shake the cuckold emotions bubbling inside him. Closing his eyes, he felt the jealousy, the envy, the bittersweet knowledge that her body was no longer his alone, but a playground for any man who caught her eye. Shifting on the bench, the aching in his groin intensified as he watched his wife giggle and flirt with her date as if their romance was deepening. Corey noticed how Alex's eyes lit up whenever he gazed at Lauren, the way he leaned in closer to her, one hand on the helm, the other draped loosely around her waist. The way he touched her, like he owned her, like she belonged to him.

And make no mistake, the good captain was acutely aware that her husband was sitting just ten feet below them, observing their every move. Since meeting Lauren, Alex had grappled with many demons related to their relationship. Initially, his deceased parents had instilled in him the importance of marriage and the Ten Commandments, one of which explicitly forbade coveting thy neighbor's wife. Secondly, out of all the married women in Miami, he had chosen to engage in an affair with one whose spouse had a fetish. A husband who desired the kind of bullying and humiliation that Alex had always believed to be wrong. Yet, here he was, taking the couple on an overnight excursion where that type of behavior might be expected. It was anyone's guess if the strapping tour guide would pass the test.

As if prompted, Lauren leaned in and whispered in his ear, drawing attention to Corey below. Alex turned and offered a half-hearted wave to the man, a smug smirk crossing his face. If portraying the stereotypical bull was necessary to be with someone as lovely as her, then he was willing to play the part. To emphasize this, he allowed his hand to wander down and casually settled on her firm ass, giving it a subtle squeeze.

For the Miller patriarch, it served as a harsh reminder of the evolving dynamics between him and his wife since he had disclosed his cuckold fetish. The way she had taken to it with such enthusiasm, embracing her newfound and sanctioned sexual freedom. But for Corey, it was a different story. He couldn't help but feel like an outsider, like a third wheel in her newfound relationships. A bona fide cuck, one destined to watch from the sidelines as his wife cavorted with others. And stronger a feeling still, he couldn't help but feel like he was losing her. Like she was slipping away from him, bit by bit, inch by inch. And it fueled his kink even more, a sick twist to an already fucked up fetish.

If the failed suspension of their recent lifestyle had taught him anything, it was that there was no use in fighting those feelings. Corey was now determined to make the best of the bed he'd made, to focus on the moment, to enjoy the knowledge that other men - and women - were indulging in his wife's mind and body. Quite frankly, the angst and the pain would always be there, lurking just beneath the surface.

Leaving Alex's side, Lauren descended the ladder from the cockpit to the stern, her bikini-clad bottom swaying gently with each step. She skipped the last few rungs, landed firmly on the deck with a thud, and approached her husband, steadying herself against the boat's motion.

"Want some water?"

Corey shook his head.

"Alex says we'll be in Largo in about forty-five minutes."

"And then what?"

"Then we'll settle in at Sal Bender's place and spend the night."

"Who?"

"One of Alex's business partners. Has a place on a cove on the island. Nice guy. Hippie type."

"And?"

"I don't know. Hang by the pool for a while, maybe go kayaking?"

The response was less enthusiastic than Lauren had hoped. "Sounds like... fun."

She furrowed her brow and extended a hand to grasp Corey's shoulder. "You still okay with this?"

Her outstretched arm tugged at the open-sided shirt, revealing both still-firm, tennis ball-sized breasts, nipples and all. The workout top was clearly intended for men only. Corey shuddered at her touch and nodded. Words failed him. He had seen those breasts a thousand times before, but this time it felt different. This weekend, it wouldn't be he who suckled and caressed them. The project manager looked up at the helm where Alex stood vigilantly.

It would be him.

"But are you okay?" Lauren repeated.

Corey tried to play it cool. He knew what she meant. Everyone who knew their relationship would know what she meant.

"Yeah."

Lauren slipped her hand off his shoulder and let a finger trace his skin up his neck and to his lips. Leaning closer, she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Good. I'm going to get him something to drink. Let me know if you change your mind."

About what? Out of habit, Corey pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. Lauren stole a nervous glance towards the cockpit and wriggled out of his grasp.

"Please, babe, he's already uncomfortable as it is."

"He's uncomfortable?" Corey shot back incredulously.

The look Lauren gave him oozed genuine sympathy, but she still pulled away and hurried below deck to the galley. It was very clear that this excursion was their date, and he was tagging along. Shielding his eyes from the sun, he again looked up at Alex, who had a wide grin on his face. And why wouldn't he?

It was going to be a long weekend.

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Lauren busied herself in the yacht's kitchen, assembling a charcuterie board to feed the boys, but also as a distraction from the sadness evident on her husband's face. Although the return to their previous lifestyle had been his idea, the sight of his forlorn expression troubled her. As she unwrapped the prosciutto, her thoughts were filled with conflicting emotions. While she definitely found excitement in the sexual freedom afforded by Corey's fetish, his recent sudden collapse weighed heavily on her mind. While he had experienced mild depressions before as a part of a cuckold's angst, the possibility of a more severe occurrence lingered in her thoughts. It was akin to a concussion in sports; how many times could it happen before it became too much?

She'd be lying to say she wasn't pleased about dating again. There was no doubt she loved the thrill of new relationship energy, the flirting and the sex, and ultimately, providing Corey with what he got off on.  And that's what led them to that day in the bay, with her slicing cheese. Two days after agreeing to move forward Alex had called, just to check in. When she mentioned she was ready to date again, it was Cartwright who actually suggested Corey accompany them. This was surprising because up until then, the easygoing Texan had been reluctant to have any interaction with her husband. Alex had waived off any questions about this change of heart, simply stating he was willing to support the couple in whatever way possible if it meant being part of Lauren's life.

For good or bad, changes were certainly afoot. Whatever the case, she was determined to give each of them what they needed that weekend. Lauren sauntered back onto the deck, her hips swaying seductively as she carried the board full of finger food. She offered Corey a few crackers and grapes, her fingers brushing her wind-whipped hair from her face.

"Here ya go."

There was a pang of longing as he took a few bites and looked down at his feet. The knot in the pit of his stomach seemed to be growing. The idea that Lauren had made the snacks for him was laughable. He was just a detour on the way to the main attraction.

"Thanks."

She smiled sweetly. It wasn't how a wife should look at her husband. It was more one of...

charity.

"Laur, can you grab a water on the way back?" Alex shouted down from the cockpit.

Shielding her eyes from the blazing sunlight, she waved.

"Coming right up, babe!"

Corey sat there wallowing in his thoughts. The term of endearment directed at another man was no accident. Lauren was becoming very good at cuckolding and everything was intentional. And yet, he had agreed to this and there was no turning back now. What happened over the next couple of days would likely define what their marriage was going to be like from here on out.

He watched as his wife carefully climbed the ladder to where Alex was, balancing a bottle of water and the charcuterie board the best she could. Her ass looked incredible as it ascended to the helm. An incredible body that Corey knew he would only be allowed to observe but not touch.

Above, the fit Texan grinned as he helped Lauren step onto the platform, taking the food and giving her a long kiss.

A very long weekend indeed.

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As the Amarillo Sky approached Key Largo, Alex slowed the cruiser and navigated the small canal leading to his friend's private dock. The mangroves lining the canal were teeming with wildlife, including great blue herons and snowy egrets.

Still seated near the stern, Corey watched as the scenery changed from the open waters of the Atlantic to the calm, serene canals of Key Largo. Expensive homes and docks lined the waterway, each one more elaborate than the last. As they approached the private dock, Lauren scrambled down the ladder and moved to deploy the fenders on the boat's port side. Alex expertly maneuvered the cruiser alongside the slip, and when close enough, she jumped onto the wooden platform and wrapped a mooring line around the cleat with near-expert precision. Corey raised an eyebrow. Since when did his wife know how to wrap a hitch knot? After securing the boat against the bumpers, Lauren noticed his awestruck look and giggled.

"He taught me well, huh?"

Powered down, the three of them disembarked and made their way up to the house, a beautiful two-story home with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water and an infinity pool that appeared to fall off into the canal. Lauren stayed by Alex's side, holding his hand while Corey trailed behind them, toting - and sometimes struggling with - all three overnight bags.

A man with a white beard down to his chest, wearing the obligatory tie-dye, a boho necklace, cargo shorts, and Jesus sandals, came out to greet them. A wide smile stretched across his tanned face.

"Ah, good to see you again, Lauren!"

The guy gave her a warm hug before shaking the hand of his business partner, then turned to the older man behind them and extended a hand.

"I see you brought a friend as well. Welcome to paradise. Name's Sal. Sal Bender."

Corey shook it firmly and cleared his throat. "Corey. Corey Miller."

The old hippie blinked a few times, perhaps expecting a bit more information on his new visitor. Lauren saw this and piped up, her arm now around Alex's waist, "Corey is my husband, Sal."

The weathered modern-day beatnik furrowed his brow in confusion at first, but then seemed to understand.

"Riiiight. Well, then sir, I... I applaud your, eh... progressiveness. Shall, we, um, get you settled?"

As Sal helped them navigate expensive landscape features, he pointed out the various plants and trees that he had cultivated over the years. Somewhere in his mid-fifties, the eccentric bohemian had a certain charm about him, a carefree spirit that was infectious. He had a slow, relaxed way of speaking as if he had all the time in the world. Mostly because he did. Despite his laid-back demeanor, Sal was a sharp businessman, running a successful eco-tourism company that catered to tourists looking for an authentic Florida Keys experience. That is how he met and eventually partnered with the rancher-turned-travel-agent.

Leading them through an ultra-modern kitchen that most homeowners would die for, Sal gave them a quick tour of the horseshoe-shaped ranch-style house. Designed to make the pool the center of attention and give it maximum privacy, it wrapped around the expansive deck that boasted a stainless-steel grill, numerous lounge chairs, and even a cabana bed replete with a frilly shade top and sheer veils. A small, unassuming guest house sat off to the side. No matter where one was in the home, there was a great view of the pool and the water beyond.

As they walked past the main foyer, the house curved down a corridor leading to the bedrooms: one master and the other a spare. Corey hung back, unable to shake the way Lauren was hanging on Alex, her hand resting on his arm as they chatted and laughed together. It was clear she was sending a message as to who she was really with that weekend, and it wasn't him. This both disturbed and aroused him. Beyond Zane's band of misfits at that bar a while back, it was the first real date of hers he'd been invited along on, and the building humiliation was absolutely bewitching. Truly a testament to his Lauren becoming a master of architecting the cuckold experience.

"And this is the master suite. You'll find all the amenities a couple could want," Sal said, but as soon as the words left his mouth, a hint of regret flickered across his face, his eyes shifting between his three guests.

He paused briefly before continuing, "What I mean is..."

"Don't worry," Lauren smiled at their benevolent host, trying to put him at ease while simultaneously making the situation as awkward as possible for her husband, "It's okay. Alex and I will be just fine."

Sal's mouth suddenly felt very dry. "Riiiight."

"Since we're already in our suits," she suggested to, "maybe a dip in the pool to cool off before we head out?"

Corey blinked repeatedly as his wife and the big Texan then disappeared into the master chambers and the door closed behind them with an especially loud thud.

Comprehending the uncomfortable situation, Sal rocked back and forth from the balls of his feet to the heels, hands clasped behind his back. For a least a minute, the two men stood in the hallway in silence. Finally, he pointed to a similar door just a few feet away.

"So," Sal declared, trying to sound an upbeat bellman and change the subject, "looks like this will be where you lay your head tonight." He swung open the etched paneled wood to reveal a smaller bedroom.

Corey gulped. "Where will you stay? I don't want to put you out."

Sal grinned. "I'll be out late tonight, not sure when I'll get in, if at all. I'll lay my head in the guest house if I do. It's not a problem."

Nodding, the older man entered the room and heard the door behind him click. Letting out a deep sigh, Corey looked around the nicely appointed space, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest. In the next room over was his wife and her lover, doing God knows what. He threw his overnight bag on the floor, not bothering to unpack, and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing with a stew of emotions, and he couldn't help but feel like the outsider looking in. Yes, he had agreed to this trip, but seeing Lauren and Alex together and happy was a dagger that was hard to dodge. The humiliation was exquisite and uncomfortable, exactly what he seemed to constantly crave these days. Still, it was a difficult pill to swallow.

And it tasted like pride.

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In the master suite, Lauren dropped her overnight bag and pressed her chest against Alex's back, wrapping her arms around him. She could feel his muscles tense and then relax beneath her touch as he placed his hand over hers. The connection between them was undeniable, as was the thrill of embracing a strong body once again. The absence of exciting sex during the recent break had left the once reserved Iowan wife yearning. Corey just couldn't bring his A-game anymore and the hiatus had made her edgy. Despite this, she loved him dearly and leaving was never an option. Resuming dating seemed a good compromise.

"Thank you for inviting him," she whispered, her lips brushing against Alex's ear. "It means a lot to me."

Her rugged hero from the Taffy Snapper turned his head, giving her a sidelong glance. "If he's staying and this is the only way to be part of your life, then I'm okay with it."

"I'm glad."

"Any ground rules?"

Still behind him, Lauren rested her chin on his left shoulder as her right hand slowly slid down the front of his tank top.

"There are no rules. When he's around, just act as my possessive boyfriend. Remember, Corey thrives on humiliation. He absorbs any attempts to belittle him like Godzilla absorbing energy. The more humiliated he feels, the more he crumbles, satisfying his fetish."

Alex felt her hand drift lower, halting at the waistband of his swimsuit. "What exactly should I do?"

"Do as much or as little as you want. Just make him feel like he's being replaced, and his fetish will do the rest."

"You enjoy this?"

"I enjoy meeting his needs. That's what you do for someone you care about."

"It just feels weird."

Lauren giggled as her fingers snuck beneath trunks, past the mesh lining, and wrapped around his large but still flaccid cock.

"Does this feel weird?"

"Definitely not."

"Then let me give you some motivation and show my appreciation."

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Corey's mind raced as he lay on the bed in the guest room, the occasional sounds of Lauren and Alex's laughter and light banter drifting through the wall from the bedroom next door. The stew of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal was percolating, just as it had done dozens of times before. A faint but noticeable tingling in his nether region signaled he had not left his kink back in Miami. It was a twisted fetish, one that he had never expected would get this far, but here he was, lying in a guest room while his wife was with her lover just a few feet away.

After a few minutes, there were no more noises, no chatter. Corey strained to hear a whisper, anything. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was nothing. Just an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Forcing himself from the bed, he went to the window which afforded a limited view of the pool area, mostly obscured by landscaping bushes. There were chairs and lounges, but no Lauren or Alex.

Slipping from his room, Corey made his way down past the master chamber's door, pausing to press his ear to the heavy wood, but the suite was silent.

They have to be at the pool, then.

But they weren't. He walked the entire deck, even to the infinity end, where it appeared to drop into the canal. No one. Not even Sal. Sighing, the always conflicted husband sat down on a chaise near the cabana. His shoulders slumped in disappointment. He had hoped to find them there, but they'd obviously gone somewhere else.

Abandoned already.

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Back in the master bedroom, Corey's angst was the furthest thing from Lauren's mind as she showed Alex her appreciation for inviting her husband along. The big man stood with his legs slightly apart while she clung to his back, reaching around his waist and chest, one hand massaging his cock, the other tweaking his nipples.

Cartwright let out a low groan, head dropping back as he enjoyed the sensation of Lauren's skilled hands on his body. He could feel her breath against his skin, hot and heavy, as she pressed herself against him, her nipples hard and sensitive against his back.

"You going to be my boyfriend this weekend?"

There wasn't a man alive who would have told her no in that moment.

"Yes."

Lauren groped and pinched his chest.

"Romance me in front of my husband?"

"Yes."

Her fingers tightened around his manhood, strokes gaining momentum.

"Make him feel small and weak in your presence."

Alex's muscular body began to quiver as he struggled to find words. "Because... because he is."

"That's the spirit."

Lauren's grip on his cock tightened, her palm slick with pre-cum as they slid up and down his shaft. She could feel every vein and ridge, every twitch and throb of his impressive length. He was being worked into a frenzy, her fingers tightening and releasing in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, Laur."

Alex felt Lauren's hand cup his balls as she used the other to stroke him faster and faster. He was close and they both knew it.

"That's it, baby. Let it go. Let's show Corey who's really in charge here."

"Yessss."

Lauren spit on her hand and increased the pace.

"He can't fuck me like you can, Alex. Not even close. Make him understand tonight that he's been kicked to the curb."

"I'm so close," Cartwright gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"YOU'RE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!"

"YES, OH FUCK, YESSSSSSSSS!"

With a strangled moan, Alex's cock erupted, spurting hot, sticky cum in long, powerful streams. The first few spurts shot out with force, landing on Lauren's hand and the carpet below. She could feel the warm liquid coating her skin, could see it pooling in her hand and dripping down to the floor.

The big man's cock continued to twitch and throb, spurting cum in weaker and weaker streams. Eventually, he was spent, his cock softening in Lauren's hand. She could feel the difference, the weight and texture of his cock changing as the blood flowed through it. Looking down at her fingers, sticky with cum, she could see it glistening in the light and smell the musky scent. She couldn't resist and leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty fluid.

"Mmm, you've been eating healthier."

Alex turned and embraced her, pushing back towards the bed.

"Hmm, no big boy," Lauren giggled, twirling out of his arms. "I need you to recharge so I get a full load later."

The disappointment was evident on Cartwright's face, but he knew there was a long game. And despite his upbringing, despite what his parents had taught him about the sanctity of marriage, he was willing to play.

Very willing.

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The sun was reaching its zenith when Corey began thinking that Lauren and Alex had indeed gone elsewhere. What the fuck? He had agreed to come along to make good on his new creed of embracing and accepting his fetish. Now, regret was creeping in. Why was he even there if they were going to ditch him? Had they actually orchestrated the getaway as a means to exclude him intentionally and thereby allowing them to turn the screws even tighter?

The sexagenarian pushed off his knees with both hands to stand up as older people are wont to do. No loss. He hated swimming and everything about a pool anyway. Not to mention his derisive body had been a source of embarrassment for some time now. Just as he picked up his towel to leave, laughter erupted from the path leading from the house. Although Corey couldn't see them yet, that giggle was unmistakable. And sure enough, seconds later his wife and Cartwright rounded a hedgerow. They weren't holding hands this time but still close, their arms brushing against each other as they walked, wide grins on their faces and beach bags in hand. They were radiating the vibe that lovers do, one might even say they were glowing.

Lauren had changed into a new bikini; one Corey had never seen before. Pale blue, the skimpy black thong bottoms barely covered her toned rear and the matching top was little more than a few strips of material, the sides open and revealing teasing glimpses of her small breasts. Her long, dark hair whipped wildly in the breeze, only adding to her effortless sex appeal. Alex sported a pair of tight, low-riding swim trunks that hugged his muscular frame. The thin material did little to conceal the prominent outline of his package, a clear testament to his younger physique. His toned, athletic build was on full display, a stark contrast to Corey's softer shape.

About halfway to the cabana, Lauren saw her ambivalent husband watching them and smiled as the couple set their things down on lounges near him.

"Getting warm," Lauren chuckled, her eyes twinkling at her date. "Going to be a hot one, babe."

Before Corey could answer, Alex stepped in, asserting himself as she had asked. "It sure is... babe"

The lump in Corey's throat grew. The easy rapport between the two only heightened his sense of inadequacy. Beyond that, there was little talking, except for Lauren asking to be lathered up with lotion. There was a brief awkward silence when the three looked at each other, knowing darn well the request was meant for Alex. In that moment, the loving wife and her lover saw the disturbed acquiescence in Corey's eyes, and all three realized he knew. The beta knew his place that day.

As light Caribbean music wafted from speakers around the pool, the Miller's handsome captain sat down next to Lauren and slowly and methodically applied the suntan oil. Occasionally she'd glance over at her husband and smile. He was looking, of course he was. Who would not? Since moving to Miami nearly a year ago, her body had adjusted to the Florida sun and was now a golden bronze. Simply put, these days Lauren was the hottest that Corey had ever seen her in their thirty years together. And here he was, having to admire her at arm's length.

Fuck.

The uncomfortable quiet persisted as Alex and Lauren lounged side by side, their elongated chairs positioned next to each other, pinky fingers entwined in a display of affection. After several minutes, she turned and lay on her stomach, untying the bikini top to avoid lines in her deepening tan. Silence enveloped them all, heightening the surreal atmosphere. How could anyone have predicted this turn of events twenty-eight days ago when Corey had slipped a ring on her finger, the very same ring she wore that day? This he dwelled on until he noticed his wife stir, lifting off the chaise and standing, casually leaving the tiny top behind.

Neither man could take their eyes off Lauren as she moved with grace towards the pool. With each step, her hips swayed back and forth, drawing attention to her perfect ass. It was enough to cause a stir in their trunks, causing both to adjust themselves. Reaching the edge of the pool, she carefully dipped her toes in the water, her body glistening in the sun, and looked over her shoulder and met the gazes she knew would be there. If the wife and mother had learned anything from her time there, it was how to tease a man.

Lauren eased into the zero-entry part of the pool and gradually shuffled towards the deeper end. With each step, her small breasts jiggled, beads of perspiration dripping down her chest until the water covered them. Satisfied with the temperature, she suddenly jackknifed and disappeared below the surface.

Corey and Alex stared after her in awe, mesmerized. The latter finally broke the trance.

"Special girl, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Cartwright tore his eyes from the pool and turned towards the older man.

"How are the Cyclones' positioned for the season?"

The project manager rolled his eyes. The idea that a guy sleeping with his wife was making small talk was bizarre, to say the least. But at least it was better than sitting in silence.

"A few red-shirts will finally get to play, so the offensive playbook will be interesting this year. And the horns?"

Alex snorted confidently about his alma mater. "Stacked. Really stacked. They'll be a contender for the Natty."

The Iowa State fan considered that. The guy wasn't wrong. Jesus, even his team was better.

The two went on to discuss classic cars, something they found they were both into. Seventies Aston Martins, the '67 Shelby Mustang. Corey moved to sit next to Alex as the Texan scrolled through his phone, showing off cars he'd seen at recent southeast auto shows. A Ferrari GTO. Bugatti 57SC. Even a Porshe 916. There were even a few chuckles between them as they discussed the ridiculous bids the cars were bringing in at auctions. So much so that they barely heard Lauren calling from the pool as she swam lazily. It took a splash of water to get their attention.

"Hey, hate to break up the bromance, but can someone hand me my drink?"

The men looked up from the screen and paused as if they were processing what she had said. Finally, Alex grabbed her seltzer and walked over to the edge of the pool. Before he knew it, a quick hand reached up and yanked him into the water. Lauren couldn't help but laugh as he surfaced, sputtering and splashing.

"C'mon, you too," she smiled and hooked a finger at Corey before turning to race Alex to the other side.

The older man brightened at her invitation. Standing, any pride at being asked to join them disappeared as his gut popped over his waist and those prominent man-boobs jiggled. Cautiously tiptoeing across the sun-scorched concrete, he jumped in the water with little grace. It was more of a fall than an entrance.

Corey struggled to move towards Lauren and her date as they settled at the far side of the pool. When he did arrive, he found Alex leaning against a drainage lip and Lauren with her back sunk into his chest, clinging to the strong arms that enveloped her. As the water gently rippled around them, her tiny breasts floated just below the surface, occasionally rising to show one or both erect nipples.

"So, what's on tap this afternoon, babe?" Lauren smiled, head crooked up at Cartwright's face.

Alex pondered that for a moment. Between the earlier handjob and another man's wife halfway naked in his arms while her husband looks on, he really hadn't given much thought to sightseeing.

"Eh, well, there's, uh, the African Queen boat ride, but we just got off the water. Then there are a few cool museums. And kayaking."

Lauren's eyes lit up.

"Oooh. How about kayaking? I'd read about that. Sounds fun."

"Yeah, I guess. There's a guided one through the Mangroves. Lots of manatees to be seen."

"Yay! That one! Corey?"

Corey looked on with a heavy heart but managed a nod. He had seen his wife have sex with several men, but the reality of seeing her so clearly enamored with this one was a bittersweet pill to swallow. And yet, this guy was different, someone she might actually catch feelings for. He shuddered. Even though the water leaned toward chilly, he could feel a growing twitch in his groin.

"And then, babe?"

The overt use of 'babes' only added to the graying wittol's angst. They were acting like a real couple and it was driving him crazy.

Alex thought hard. "There's a Polynesian restaurant with dancers not too far from here. We could go there tonight after kayaking."

The rest of the day's itinerary now set, the conversation turned to more mundane things like their jobs and politics. Since they were all getting to know each other better, Lauren covered highlights of her and Corey's marriage, including her going out of town with Zane to help him celebrate his receiving the Top Mechanic award.

"That was some celebration, huh?" she asked smugly as Corey simply turned beet red.

As she went on to describe the blowjob in the restroom and her overnight stay with her husband's best friend, Corey watched as her eyes began to occasionally flutter closed, lips parting in what he thought might be a moan. Leaning back solidly against Alex's chest, her chest began rising and falling with each breath. What the glare from the sun reflecting off the water prevented him from seeing was her date's hand slipping beneath Lauren's bikini bottom, causing her to gasp and arch her back. The pool became eerily quiet, leaving only the sound of the brunette's heavy breathing. She could feel his finger slide along her swollen pussy, caressing and massaging, as his other arm folded under her breasts to support her. Body trembling, she cried out in pure lust and placed a shaking hand on the back of his thick neck.

Alex chuckled lowly in Lauren's ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his finger continuing to explore her wet labia. "You're so fucking wet for me, Lauren."

The wanton forty-eight-year-old could only nod, her breath catching as his thumb found her clit and began to circle it gently. With her mewling growing louder, his middle finger joined in, slipping inside her and curling up to brush against her G-spot. Lauren couldn't help but cry out, her voice echoing across the pool as she ground herself against his hand. Rubbing circles on her engorged button as his fingers fucked her deep and hard, Alex could feel herself getting closer to the edge and wrapped his arm wrapped around her tightly, supporting her as she ground herself against his hand.

Lauren's legs instinctively kicked out in a frenzy, her feet pedaling beneath the water's surface. Her body squirmed against Cartwright's chest, her hips grinding against his hand as she sought more contact, more friction. Her face scrunched up in ecstasy, lips parted in a silent scream as the large fingers worked their magic, breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard against Alex's arm. Her own hands clenched and unclenched, grasping at the air as she approached a needed release. And when she finally went over, it was with a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her entire body convulsing as she came hard against Alex's fingers.

"Fuh Fuh, Fuh Fuh-uhhhh...."

Corey watched as Lauren stiffened and went over the edge. With her mouth forming the classic O, her eyes locked onto her husband, boring into his very soul. He could see the rapture in them, prehistoric and primordial. Beneath the surface, her juices flowed, mixing with the pool water like the confluence of two rivers. There she remained, locked tight in Alex's embrace, while she exhaled with a long drawn out 'ohhhh', rapidly decompressing from the intense orgasm. The whole scene was surreal. But this wasn't a dream. Another man had very much gotten her off in front of his very eyes. Like it was just another Saturday.

Calmer, Lauren composed herself and slipped from Alex's arms. She trod water over to the small metal ladder next to Corey but did not look at or acknowledge him like they hadn't even been witness to what had just happened. Pulling herself out, the petite executive shuffled across the hot concrete to her things, where she tossed them into the beach bag and headed back into the house.

The man that had just made his wife cum wiped his face with water and peered at Corey with one eye closed.

"You sure you're okay with this, hoss?"

The older man looked annoyed. "Do I have a choice?"

"We all have choices. Question is, do you even want one?"

"I don't know."

Alex took a more serious tone. "Look, I don't understand you. Maybe I never will. Nor do I know how you and Lauren got to the place you're in. I do know that I like her being around and intend to see more of her. But I realized you are a package deal. If that's what it takes..."

"To fuck my wife?"

The younger man's face fell, compassion replaced by contempt. Up until now, he didn't know if he had what it took to play the cards that Lauren asked him to play. But this guy was like a matador taunting a bull to gore him. A sad moth to a flame.

Alex used his strong arms to lift himself on the sill and out of the water. He stood looking down on Corey, water streaming off his cut form.

"That's right," the Texan spat. "To fuck your wife. To take over for the second string who isn't getting it done." He began walking over to gather his stuff but paused and turned. "You know better than anyone what a special woman Laur is. Why you've chosen to throw that away is beyond me, but I'll pick up what you're laying down. May the better man win."

With that, he ran a towel over his head and began down the path to the house.

"We leave for the mangroves in thirty minutes."

Corey watched the bigger man disappear, then lifted his legs until he floated listlessly on his back, staring at the puffy clouds above. Between the water lapping at his ears, the distant sounds of gulls could be heard as they rode the sea breeze. Unfettered. Carefree.

He wished he was one of them.

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Inside the master bedroom, Lauren finished toweling off her hair and went to the window that overlooked the pool. She could just make out Corey on his back, toes and nose bobbing in the gentle ripples. She was thankful Alex had invited him along. Without a doubt, the next twenty-four hours would establish if he could handle a return to their cuckold lifestyle. Her husband seemed to be handling things well thus far, but it was clear it was time to turn up the heat.

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The kayaks glided through the serene waters of the Mangrove nature reserve led by the guide's single seater. The four other two-person seven-footers fanned out behind him, Lauren and Alex in one, two couples paddling the other two, and Corey trailing behind in another, who had been paired with a large, boisterous woman who prattled on obnoxiously.

Not that Corey was paying attention. He had his sights locked on Lauren and Alex, who seemed to be handling their kayak with extraordinary finesse. Dressed in a pair of quick-dry khaki shorts that hugged her curvy hips and thighs, she wore a white tube top covered by a light long-sleeve shirt. The tube top was made of a stretchy, sheer fabric that showed off her toned midriff and accentuated those small breasts, nipples visible through the thin material when the light was right. The top, loose-fitting in shades of blue and white, billowed around her arms and provided some modesty, but did nothing to hide the tantalizing glimpses of the tan skin beneath. Her straight, jet-black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail that swung playfully with every movement, further enhancing her gym-built body and outdoorsy charm.

Seated behind her, Alex softly gave instructions as they paddled, donning his signature cowboy hat along with a three-quarters-length silkweight sun shirt and board shorts. Darlene, observing their chemistry, asked Corey how long his friends, the 'happy couple', had been together. Corey responded with a scowl, simply saying 'long enough', before resuming paddling.

Their guide was a middle-aged man named Tom, an affable sort with a weather-beaten face and a deep love for the mangroves. As they glided through the narrow canals, he pointed out various species of birds and foliage, including the rare West Indian Woodpecker and the beautiful red and purple flowers of the Firebush. They also spotted several harmless nurse sharks lazing on the sandy bottom.

But it was the manatees that drew the most attention. The gentle giants gracefully glided through the water, their grayish-brown bodies rising occasionally to the surface to exhale. Some were by themselves, while others swam in pairs or small groups. One particularly large manatee came right up to their kayaks, its doe-like eyes staring at them quizzically before it swam away. Lauren frantically took pictures, which she promptly reviewed with Alex looking over her shoulder. They smiled broadly at each other, both knowing it was a magical moment, one they had shared together. Not once did either of them look back at Corey.

By the end of the tour, everyone was exhausted yet exhilarated by the experience. All but the muddled project manager, who bounded onto the dock first to run over and help Lauren out of her kayak. As he hoisted her onto the wooden platform, Corey couldn't help but notice the way Alex's eyes lingered on her ass unapologetically. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time he knew the day was only half over. This was only the beginning, and the project manager didn't quite know if he was ready for it.

From there, the trio headed back to Sal's in the millionaire's borrowed Land Rover to shower and change for dinner. As they walked down the hallway to the bedrooms, the aroma of coconut oil permeating the air, it was impalpable to see Lauren peel off with Alex and enter the master suite instead of accompanying him - her husband - to the guest room.

Sighing, Corey asked the obvious. "How long?"

Lauren paused in the doorway and glanced back at him quizzically.

"How long will it take for you to get dressed?" he clarified, rotating his shoulders which were beginning to ache from all the paddling.

A subtle smirk spread across the brunette's plump lips. "Well, hmm. That's entirely up to Alex now, isn't it?" she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"Definitely longer than it has ever taken you."

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The open-air Halia and Tui's cafe sported typical Polynesian décor. Thatched roofs, bamboo accents, and tropical plants and flowers. Seated on one side of a table, overlooking the Atlantic side of the island, Corey took in the picturesque setting, replete with a gentle waterfall that flowed into a concrete urn, and light Caribbean music streaming across the dining floor.

Across from the uneasy husband, Lauren and Alex cozied up to one another, heads together, laughing at her phone where some silly social media video played in a loop. Back at Sal's, they'd emerged from their bedroom much faster than Corey had expected. Way faster. Too fast, in his opinion, to have made love. Right? She had taken both men's breath away when the three slipped into their host's Rolls Royce Ghost enroute to the restaurant. Now in a loose-fitting one-pieced batwing sleeve with a tropical plant print, Lauren sat between the two men, although she favored leaning into Alex. As a whole, a little part of Corey had been dying throughout the day. Seeing how comfortable they were, conversing playfully, almost as if he wasn't there. It was almost worse than watching her have sex.

A server came and went, bringing a round of tropical cocktails, complete with colorful umbrellas and fresh fruit garnishes. Occasionally, Lauren would look up, acknowledging with a sympathetic smile that Corey even existed. He continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat, the jealousy and envy bubbling up inside. Watching Alex's hand caress Lauren's and the way he leaned in close to her, Corey felt a familiar ache in his groin. The Longhorn fan seemed to have lost any uncertainty in flirting with a woman in front of her husband and was now all in for building his own relationship with the pretty wife. Corey closed his eyes, trying to push down the bittersweet realization that deep down, Lauren wanted the same.

As the overt courtship carried on from their side of the table, Corey pounded the whiskey, with three neats in less than twenty minutes. The illicit couple merely glanced at the older man when he abruptly excused himself to use the restroom and moved away, only faintly hearing the waitress tell Alex she'd be back to take dinner orders when their 'friend' returned.

In the men's room, Corey took a few deep breaths, staring at himself in the dirty mirror, willing his racing heart to slow. The jealousy and insecurity he felt were overwhelming, and he had to fight the urge to rush back out and stop the budding relationship. And yet, he knew that would only make the situation worse. He had been the one wanting to resume cuckolding. There was no one else to blame. Still, was this really what Zane and Dale were asking him to embrace? Lauren fucking other guys was one thing, but this? A full-blown romance? That was something entirely different.

He felt sick, but he couldn't give in. With a splash of water on his face, Corey pulled himself together and made his way back to the table, navigating other patrons along the way. When he slid into his chair and took a drink of water, Lauren removed her left hand from Alex's to stop their passing waitress. Her wedding ring sparkled in the fading sunlight.

"My husband's back, we can order when you are ready."

The harried-looking girl in a bright Polynesian dress stopped and looked confused, glancing between the pretty woman with a younger, fit man draped over her, to the older more out-of-shape one.

"Okaaay, sure. Two checks?"

Corey lowered his eyes and shook his head. "No, I'll take care of it."

"Anything you say, hun."

Behind him, he heard a chuckle, only to turn and see his heavy, intolerable companion from the kayak tour. She had lifted an overflowing forkful of sweet potatoes off her plate and mouthed something that looked like 'long enough' with a shit-eating grin before stuffing it into her fat jowl with a cackle.

Quickly looking away, Corey sighed heavily, his hands trembling, and reached for the fresh drink in front of him. Across the table, Lauren and Alex were still fawning over each other. Between their shameless flirting and that cow's sudden realization of his place in their relationship, the humiliation became unbearable. Insufferable. Suffocating.

Many of the diners were startled when Corey abruptly stood again, his thighs striking the table's edge causing the utensils and plates to rattle. Hand on his stomach, he sprinted to the men's room again, threw open a stall. Landing on his knees, he emptied his stomach of a mostly digested breakfast. Image after image of Lauren's depraved behavior over the past year flooded his mind's eye and he retched again. And again.

Finally, there was nothing left, and after a few minutes, he stood and adjusted rumpled clothing. Running a hand through his gray hair, Corey pulled the flush lever and watched what he'd just yeeted swirl and disappear down the bowl.

And it wasn't just his breakfast or the whiskey.

It was swallowed pride as well.

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After dinner, Alex suggested they wander to a cove adjacent to the restaurant where a local Polynesian troupe was scheduled to perform a traditional dance. As they walked across the wooden dock towards the stage, Lauren noticed the tension on her husband's face and asked if he was okay. It was a question she had asked many times over the past few months and was committed to not giving him more than he could handle now, especially since his collapse. Corey seemed to realize this too and smiled when she reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He was ill, that much was for sure; a sickness all men with the fetish endured, because it was their tragicomic life that kept their heart in their throats and an erection in their pants.

The make-shift theater was buzzing with energy and soon the lights dimmed, with the sound of drums and ukuleles filling the air. A line of tanned, scantily-clad dancers emerged, their hips swaying sensually to the island rhythms. Corey, armed with yet another drink, tried to focus on the performance, but his gaze kept drifting to his wife and Alex, who were leaning in close, whispering and giggling to each other. A disembodied voice came over the speakers and announced the current dance was one that Hawaiian natives believed would promote fertility, and indeed, their moves were quite sensual, pushing the boundaries of PG. As the dancers reached a fever pitch, twirling and gyrating to the pounding beat, the older man felt that familiar stirring in his groin as he watched Alex draw Lauren in closer. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping the others wouldn't notice his growing arousal. The cuckold fetish Corey had worked so hard to embrace was both a blessing and a curse and in moments like these, the shame and hurt were almost too much to bear. It seemed the medical collapse at the art gallery only seemed to amplify his urges.

Another round of drinks and the show was over. Thankfully, the car ride back to Sal's was a short one. By the time they arrived, all three were hammered and immediately fell into the comfy pool furniture; Corey in a deep wicker chair and Alex sitting on the cabana bed, leaning back against its headboard. The men watched as Lauren tottered precariously along the water's edge, walking it like a tightrope, arms out for balance. Even though the only sound came from an elaborate fountain and the nearby canal, she swayed sexily to music only she could hear in her head. Occasionally, the attractive brunette faltered, nearly tumbling into the pool, but always recovering with a giggle. The more she danced, the more sensual it became, the loose sleeves of her dress slipping down to the elbows, threatening to expose her breasts.

Like a serpentine siren, her hips undulated with sensual grace, mimicking the earlier Polynesian dancers. The dim moonlight cast a sultry glow on her glowing skin as the petite executive lost herself in some unheard music. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded around her face, whipping with every twirl and twist of her lithe body. She closed her eyes and became lost in the silent rhythm, her body moving with a fluidity that was at once mesmerizing and arousing. Hips thrusting forward and back, grinding against the thin fabric of her dress, the effect on the men was unmistakable.

Reaching the cabana bed, Lauren slowed and crawled onto it, movements slow and deliberate. Kneeling on the mattress in front of Alex, she looked over a shoulder at Corey, then let go of the dress' top, allowing it to fall to her waist. Baseball-sized breasts tumbled out, nipples hard. Her date reached out and gently interlaced his fingers with her hair.

"You are a little whore, aren't you?"

Lauren tore her gaze from her husband's and looked back at him.

"I'm your whore tonight."

"Then prove it."

With little hesitation, she folded her body over, hair falling around her face and his groin, obscuring Corey's view. But there was no mystery when his wife's head began to bob slowly back and forth.

Hand wrapped around her locks, Alex threw his head back, eyes closed, enjoying the tongue that was expertly twirling around his shaft. For several minutes he enjoyed Lauren's ministrations, holding her in place despite her gagging several times, spittle running from the sides of her mouth and down her chin.  Occasionally, he'd let up. From Corey's viewpoint, he would only see her pop up, gasping for air, and go back down, apparently taking him deep into her throat again.

Having an audience of any kind while having sex was a first for the muscled travel agent, and every so often he'd glance over at the older man in on the wicker chair to see him rubbing his crotch. It was all so wrong, so against his upbringing and what he'd been taught about the sanctity of marriage. What would his parents say about his cock being worked over by a married woman while her husband watched?

And yet, there was something erotic about being the dominant male in the room that was awakening a primitive need harkening back to the Neanderthals. Something so primordial that he actually enjoyed looking over and smirking at the guy whose wife was going down on him. Almost like he was challenging the tubby man to do something about it. In that moment, fueled by the night's alcohol, he accepted his place in that twisted relationship. And intended to excel.

Another gag snapped his attention back to the forty-eight-year-old between his legs. The back of her throat felt way too good. To stave off his release, Alex tugged on Lauren's hair, causing his erect cock to plop out.

"Ride me."

Gasping with a few tears running down her cheek, the pretty brunette nodded and straddled his hips. As she gathered her mane and tossed it down her back like a carpet. Alex looked up at the black-haired beauty staring down at him with a lust in those eyes like he'd never seen before. Lauren smiled and placed her hands on his broad chest.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Pleeeze fuck me."

Reaching out, Alex's hands traveled over her belly, up her sides, and over the areolae of her small breasts.  Taking handfuls of each in his hands, he kneaded and massaged them, rubbing circles with his thumbs around her nipples. Finally, his fingers moved back down her body, settling on her tiny waist. Slowly, the big man lifted her a little as she gently pressed the tip of his cock against her outer labia. Then, just as methodically, Lauren lowered herself on his imposing shaft, inch by inch until she had taken most of the eight inches in her sopping hole.

A pang of envy shot through Corey as his wife tilted her head to the sky and opened her mouth in silence at that first penetration. He should be the one beneath her. He should be the one pleasuring her. But the beleaguered husband also realized that he'd now given up that right for good.

Lauren leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she began riding him hard. Alex's thick shaft filling her caused Lauren to moan loudly, her breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. She adjusted her hips, using a trick she had mastered over the past year, and soon she was pistoning up and down on the young man's cock at a furious pace, her hair whipping wildly around her face.

From the sidelines, Corey wrestled with a mix of shame, envy and arousal. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fighting the urge to touch himself as he witnessed the two lovers' passion growing. And yet, the sight of his wife's muscles gripping and pulsing around Alex's dick was too much. MY GOD, he could see every inch disappearing into her sopping wet pussy. Without taking his eyes off them, a hand was nearly to his fly when he was startled by Lauren looking over her shoulder directly at him.

"NO!"

Corey's eyes grew wide his fingers froze on the zipper pull.

In one fluid motion, she swung a leg off Alex, causing his entire length to slip out. Gathering her hair to one side, she got onto all fours, arching her which offered both men a view of those peachy ass cheeks.

"Don't," Lauren wagged a finger at her husband. "You don't get to cum."

Corey's hand trembled as it hovered over his shorts, his voice cracking. "Okay?"

Her sultry brown eyes shot him a sly smile and held his gaze as the Texan moved into position to mount her. With husband and wife peering into each other's souls, the younger, more virile man slid his cock into her glistening cunt.

"Look at him!" Lauren hissed at Alex. "Look at the loser."

Alex grabbed a handful of her midnight mane and stared at Corey.

"Whose pussy is it?" she asked breathlessly, taking every inch her date could give her.

"Mine," Alex whispered.

"WHOSE?"

"MINE! This pussy is mine now!"

As if to make his point, the travel agent yanked her head back and rammed his cock deep, nearly knocking the Iowan wife off balanced. She howled up into the night sky.

"That's it, baby. FUCK ME!"

With both staring now at the older man, Alex held on to her hips so Lauren wouldn't collapse and pounded her hard.

Corey could only sit back and watch, mesmerized, his cock throbbing in his pants with no way to seek relief. He watched as her cunt stretched around her cowboy's cock, shivering as she felt him sink deeper. He watched, knowing Alex was staring at her puckered ass, and enjoying the view of his dick disappearing into her bald clam. He watched as the guy fucked Lauren savagely. Rhythmically. While her tiny tits hung down, jiggling, nipples stiff and jutting.

The pair was moaning loudly now and soon forgot about everything and anyone around them. They were animals in heat. Coupled. Knotted. Alex jackhammering. Lauren gripped the soft waterproof bedding.

"Oh, my fucking GOD!" she shrieked as he bottomed out again and again, her smooth pussy contracting around his shaft.

Corey could only steal squeezes to his groin through his shorts, lest he be caught. And he almost was several times, when Lauren opened her eyes and glanced at him with disdain.

"Why?" she snarled. "WHY CAN'T YOU FUCK ME LIKE HE CAN?"

The dagger struck deep into his heart, but it only made his wrinkled cock harder.

"Pathetic."

Lauren then began screaming Alex's name as her orgasm began to build. She looked over her shoulder, gritting her teeth.

"FUCK MEEEEEEE!"

The younger man adjusted his grip on her hips and bore down, inching both of them to the edge. She begged him to fuck her harder. Faster. Longer.

And then, there was no more talk, just moans, grunts, and panting. They moved as one, violently, threatening to bring down the canopy over the cabana bed. Through it all, Corey's own dick threatened to burst through his fly. It was excruciating and painful. With one last forceful shove, he watched as his wife's pussy took the much larger shaft's entire length, bursting balls slamming into her taint. She screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and came. So did her date, who threw his head back, pumping his swimmers deep into her womb.

For several moments, time stood still, until Lauren collapsed, her face and shoulders hitting the mattress, chin nearly over the edge. Alex continued to kneel in place like an Adonis, his proud wet cock pulsating, beads of his cum forming, then dripping from the head. His head tilted, staring at Corey like some gladiator who'd just won his match. He said nothing, but the message was clear.

The rest of Lauren's body flattened as she continued to gasp for air, chest trying to regulate its intake. Somewhere in the distance, a boat blew its airhorn, breaking the silence. The sound of slow, single claps came from the footpath leading to the house. All heads turned to see Sal Bender walking towards them.

"Bravo," Sal nodded approvingly, lumbering to the bottom of the bed. "Well done. I go out for dinner and come back to this. What a nice touch." The old hippie glanced at his friend. "You better put that thing away before it puts an eye out."

Lauren gradually gathered her wits and propped herself up on weary elbows to find her face just inches from their host's board shorts. Her eyes lit up at what appeared to be a convincing bulge.

"I like dangerous things," she cooed, looking up at the bearded man from behind sweaty black bangs. Her fingers reached out and tiptoed on the buttoned fly. "Got anything dangerous in there?"

Sal raised an eyebrow and looked back at Alex. In his post-coital bliss, the Texan simply shrugged. It didn't escape Corey that the entrepreneur had not asked him, her husband.

"Well, then," the native Floridian smiled down at his guest as he undid his shorts, one button at a time. "You tell me, little lady."

With no underwear to impede it, Bender's ample albeit old cock sprung free as the flaps fell away. It bobbed in front of Lauren's face like a diving board. Curly pubes formed a wiry grey around the base. Her tongue slipped out and snatched a dollop of precum from its smooth head. She smiled and studied the long shaft, considering the best angle of attack, then leaned forward and engulfed, letting it slide to the back of her throat.

Corey rose silently got up from the wicker chair, his erection clearly visible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alex flip Lauren onto her back. Her long black hair dangled in a cascade down the edge the bed to the concrete. She opened her mouth and angled her throat to fully accept Sal's cock.

Chest tightening as he doddered to the back door, Corey's stomach twisted in knots when groans of delight from their host filled the pool area.

"FUCK, you are a great cocksucker."

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The sight of his wife shamelessly enjoying the attentions of Alex, and then welcoming Sal's advances, filled emotional eyes as they stared at the ceiling of the guest room he'd been relegated to. Having left her with Cartwright's face between her legs and his friend's cock down her throat, Corey felt a mix of shame, envy, and a twisted sense of arousal.

Suddenly sweating despite the a/c, he pushed off the covers from the unfamiliar bed. Laying there in just his boxers, his withered cock pushed through the soft fly, erect, despite the fact that Lauren was pleasuring two men mere yards away. It wagged in the air, seemingly mocking him. Where was his sense of integrity and dignity? Gone. All had perished the moment he had decided to share her.

Just as Corey reached out to relieve his pulsating cock of its misery, he saw the hallway door to the spare room swing open. Squinting, the petite figure of his wife's shadow stood silently in the doorway. Body having just been ravished, her hair was clearly disheveled. After several moments of just standing there, she seemed to float across the floor, where she stood like some sensual apparition. Climbing onto the bed, beads of perspiration clung to her flushed skin as she closed the space between her and her husband. Corey started to speak, but the pretty brunette put a finger to his lips, hushing him. Without a word, she lifted her pelvis and slowly lowered it, expertly aiming her pussy towards his groin. It was already slick with Alex's loads and slid down Corey's shaft with ease. He gasped as he felt her warmth envelop him, her body taking him in with a familiarity that only comes from years of being together. But as she began to move her hips, riding him with a practiced ease, he knew this was simply aftercare, merely a mercy fuck to ease his fears. The cock that had just been inside his wife was bigger, thicker, and longer. He had seen the way she looked at Alex, the way her eyes lit up when he penetrated her, the moans and sighs that escaped her lips when she was with the younger man, and he knew that he could never compare.

Lauren leaned over Corey, her long hair dangling down to tickle his chest and the couple kissed. And as she pressed her lips to his, he could smell the perfume she had worn for Alex and tasted the remnants of Sal's cum on her tongue, a bitter reminder of the slut within. Their hips ground together, the pace increasing, He reached up, hands tangling in her mane as he pulled her closer. The sweat on their skin mingled, bodies trembling with pleasure. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at him and finally spoke.

"Cum in me," she whispered huskily. "Give me your love."

Corey nodded, unable to speak as his cock throbbed, her walls clenching. There was no way he would last long now, not with the way she was moving against him. He closed his eyes, his fingers digging into her hips, and let loose. Having been teased all day, the older man grunted loudly and came hard. All that pent-up tormenting releasing all at once. Lauren stopped riding and gripped his six-inches, feeling his energy exploding inside her, copious amounts of her husband's jizz surging into her canal. She smiled as it mixed with Alex's, creating a cocktail of love pumped into her by the men in her life.

And then it was over. The grin fading from her face, Lauren pulled off Corey's rapidly deflating cock and slid off the bed. Without a word, she walked slowly and sensually back to the doorway from which she had come. With a soft but foreboding expression, she paused before leaving, her hand resting on the doorframe. Looking back, she mouthed, 'I love you,' before disappearing from the room.

Alone with his thoughts, Corey carefully tucked his penis back into his boxers and curled into a fetal position, hugging a pillow. The pit in his stomach began to grow once more, knowing that the love of his life would not be sleeping next to him. Come morning, someone else down the hallway was going to wake to her beautiful face and likely make love to her again. A second chapter in their torrid relationship was now being written. One that would test the couple's marriage and was sure to be a winding rollercoaster.

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Hi, I've been following this story for about a year.
And I have several questions about the characters and their lifestyle.
I have acquaintances who are swingers, because I'm not one, but they have talked about that kind of life, and Lauren and Corey's life is completely different, since those relationships have rules in order to highlight the relationship, whereas Corey and Lauren's is pure depravation.

And I don't really understand what Corey and Lauren are looking for:

Corey, on the one hand, is having an existential crisis, where he has no self-esteem and despises himself, all this with a fear of losing Lauren, therefore he gets into this fetish where at the beginning he believes he has some control with his relationship with Lauren, something that sooner rather than later, he realizes is false, he loses control of the relationship and his life, and he simply believes that he has no choices, because, does he think he can lose Lauren? Or does he really like that lifestyle? Or does he simply go along with Lauren because of her self-loathing, feeling responsible for that lifestyle. That is why almost always at the end of the chapters, Corey is basically broken and crying.

Lauren: On the other hand, Lauren's character is more complex than Corey's, because in some circumstances, she simply feels like a bitch who takes advantage of Corey's low self-esteem to satisfy all her fantasies, but then there are her moments where she lets it be seen that in part it is true, but in part she also loves Corey, or she loves him in a "hard" way, but I don't get to see what she really wants? Because just looking for a fuck, that's a no, because she would get that from many of her sexual partners, and we've seen her put herself in very dangerous and degrading situations for both her and Corey, situations where she enjoys a lot, compared to "normal" relationships, so what is she really looking for, just to satisfy her fetishes going further and further and what is her limit? What does she really feel for Corey? Did she never consider stopping, when she saw Corey destroyed (during sex)? I'm intrigued to know what Lauren's limit is, how far she is really capable of going. Was there ever a situation where she felt uncomfortable or set a boundary?

On the other hand, I must say that I really like the way they write, from the character's' feelings to how they write them fucking.

And I would like to see many things, and how you could do your magic writing, mainly a Gangbang with college students, or homeless people, it makes me wonder what Corey's reaction would be seeing his wife fucking with homeless people, or taking them to his house to fuck and his reaction seeing his wife giving a Rimjob to all the participants of the Gangbang.

There's also Lauren's relationship with Alex, where it's clear that Lauren only sees him as a tool, while Alex is more sentimental. I have a feeling that this relationship is going to explode when he really gets to know Lauren's other side, both with Corey (Jealousy) and in her acts of depravity.



Thanks for the story anyway, and I hope to see you update many more.
Happy New Year.

Welcome to the forum sparz.

@sparz

Lauren and I very much appreciate the feedback. Over the years, we've received countless PMs, posts, and emails such as yours with reaction to the characters and situations. To prompt people to take time out of their busy day to log in and provide such comments - positive and negative - only reinforces that we've been hitting the mark. It shows that readers actually are invested in the players and as authors that is really the only thing we can hope for.

That being said, allow me to address your wonderful evaluation of Lauren and Corey. I will purposely refrain from getting too deep into the analytics on both because like you, we want each reader to have their own vision of the characters and why they act the way they do.

I have acquaintances who are swingers, because I'm not one, but they have talked about that kind of life, and Lauren and Corey's life is completely different.

As you know, there are several varieties of polymorphic relationships. 'Swinger' is the most popular mainstream classification to encompass couples who have consensual extramarital sex. Back when irl Lauren and I started this journey, this was the term most often used. The expressions 'cuckolding' and 'hotwife' weren't really around, at least in their modern-day context. The fetish I developed over time was just considered a flavor of swinging. Swingers typically maintain an equal partnership in the bedroom; they simply have sex with other people. Cuckolding, of course, is decidedly different. Outside the bedroom, I am very much an alpha. But when it comes to our sex life, Lauren is in control. This includes who she has sex with, where, and when. EDIT: Lauren wanted me to add here that I do retain some veto power if I have a bad vibe about a person or situation.

And I don't really understand what Corey and Lauren are looking for.

Please remember that the characters of Corey and Lauren are a composite of not only our lives, but others in our lives. In real life, not everything described in the series happens to one couple. As travelled as we are, we've not met one other couple where that would be the case. Lauren often jokes that if what happens to AL Lauren actually happened to her, she wouldn't be able to walk. As part of our 'save us from Covid boredom' project, we took a bunch of real sexual experiences from different friends and projected them onto one couple. Its really as simple as that. So, we really can't answer the question as to what 'Corey and Lauren are looking for.' If we HAD to give an answer, it would be 'to entertain us.' And as far as being depraved, well, one man's depraved is another man's eclectic.

Coming around to our lives specifically, I have had the fetish for many decades, and have a penchant for cruel humiliation. You are correct about the low self-esteem and self-loathing. My kink developed as a result of a high-school girlfriend cheating on me and that fostered those characteristics. You'll be hard pressed to find anyone - including us wittols - who can explain why we are wired the way we are. We just… are. I've always maintained that cuckolding is a form of masochism and the humiliation I crave as a way of self-flagellation. Others may describe it differently. The interpretations are that vast.

Lauren, on the other hand, did go from a demure, faithful wife to bona fide slut. It wasn't overnight though, like many of the hotwife stories out there. There was no 'slut ray' that caused it. While Ascending Lauren occurs in a very compressed timeline, it took her years to open up and have different sexual experiences.

What does she really feel for Corey? Did she never consider stopping, when she saw Corey destroyed (during sex)? I'm intrigued to know what Lauren's limit is, how far she is really capable of going.

IRL Lauren will be the first to admit there was a period of time when she was hell on wheels, a complete bitch who tormented me relentlessly. Most of it was/is because she understands what I need it to get off. And yet, it would be lying to say she doesn't enjoy the sex and a touch of sadism in what she did/does to me. It comes with the territory. What is her limit? There are a few areas in our own lives we will explore in the next few chapters that may touch on that, so stay tuned.

And I would like to see many things, and how you could do your magic writing, mainly a Gangbang with college students, or homeless people, it makes me wonder what Corey's reaction would be seeing his wife fucking with homeless people, or taking them to his house to fuck and his reaction seeing his wife giving a Rimjob to all the participants of the Gangbang.

All GREAT ideas and ones we will take under consideration. Right now, most of the situations in AL still stem from nuggets of real life experiences. (Yes, one of our friends did bang college students in a limo, one did cuck her husband with her adult daughter present, one did blow a homeless guy in an alley, and Lauren herself developed a prostitution kink over the years). Once we run out of 'ripped from the headlines' type tales, we may explore splintering this off into pure fictional escapades. But for right now, we struggle enough with the timely publication of memoirs that have essentially already been written for us. We just project them on Lauren and Corey and make them entertaining.

There's also Lauren's relationship with Alex, where it's clear that Lauren only sees him as a tool, while Alex is more sentimental. I have a feeling that this relationship is going to explode when he really gets to know Lauren's other side, both with Corey (Jealousy) and in her acts of depravity.

Cuckoldresses and hotwives often having regular FWB and even boyfriends (with some romantic overtones). This is quite common and Lauren is no exception. Over 30 years she's probably had four or five regulars and at least three full-time boyfriends. Some have worked out, some not. There is a darker side to the lifestyle that most don't talk about. For example, we tried to touch on the stalker that she caught years ago (in the Shane character). Then there are STDs and unwanted pregnancies (where we will not be going in AL). Since we don't have time to write about all those regulars and boyfriends, a few characters in AL represent them (e.g. Tony and Alex). Will Lauren's relationship with Tony explode as you postulate? Or will it end differently? Stay tuned.

I hope this response helps. It’s a bit long winded but I feel anyone who takes time to provide such thoughtful insights about our writing deserves more than just a 'thanks for reading'.

More to come, and please continue to exercise patience with us. Its off to see our grandkids now for the holiday.

As always, stay tolerant, friends!

Simple

I had time today to savor your latest and enjoyed the questions and the response here. Thank you for taking the time - greatly appreciated! Wishing you all the best for 2025!

I love the cucks detailed experience and how well you depict his point of view, being a cuck myself I appreciate the experiences that my wife engages in sometimes planned other times just happen the latter being the best but the pain inflicted is exquisite and you sir have communicated this feeling perfectly. I love it, Happy New Year

This story is a cuckold’s dream. Filled with painful emotional submissions, the story, like Corey’s obsession, continues to make a cuckold yearn for more. Such writing has made this an addictive read for me and I believe many, many others.

Hoping the story continues…and for all the effort in writing it.
Thx

Any updates?

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Tue Dec 31, 2024 8:05 am

Then there are STDs and unwanted pregnancies (where we will not be going in AL).

Why would you avoid this? I would think these things would ramp up the humiliation even more.

Another chapter coming soon. Simple has a bit of a recurring illness, so it flares up every once in a while, which zaps motivation to write.

@veub: because there is only a limited time to write and we’ve chosen to write about what we or our circle of friends have been through. None of us ever caught STDs or became pregnant by other men, so anything we’d write about those subjects would be pure conjecture.

Thanks for reading, everyone!

Love, Lauren


Perhaps if we venture into pure fiction, those subjects might get some air time.

Another chapter coming soon. Simple has a bit of a recurring illness, so it flares up every once in a while, which zaps motivation to write.

@veub: because there is only a limited time to write and we’ve chosen to write about what we or our circle of friends have been through. None of us ever caught STDs or became pregnant by other men, so anything we’d write about those subjects would be pure conjecture.

Thanks for reading, everyone!

Love, Lauren


Perhaps if we venture into pure fiction, those subjects might get some air time.

Thanks for the update Lauren. Hopefully Simple gets over his illness soon and with your ministrations I am sure he will.

Thanks for the update Lauren.

Hopefully Simple is OK.

I have an interesting observation. My wife would dearly love to live a relationship with me and her long term boyfriend similar to Lauren and Simple. But with a twist...she wants to loan me out to a cuckold couple to orally service both, for her to watch and enjoy vicariously.

@atlcuckcpl, hope you and your wife are well. What a delicious scenario! We've seen similar things at certain parties and Simple has participated a few times where I've asked him to fluff a couple for the humiliation aspect. But it was spontaneous rather than an prearranged 'loan'. An arranged play date where he'd be a couple's sexual valet sounds super naughty and exciting. Thanks for the idea! Write us back if you take the plunge yourselves!

Heres To Iowa State in the dance……If they win would Lauren send me a favor?????

@Breakerhymen - typically we would be going to the game, but not feeling the best this year. So we'll be heading to a watch party at the local watering hole. If you happen to be in the right place at the right time, Lauren has been known to hand out favors in the restroom, especially if our boys win.

Go Cyclones!

As always, stay tolerant friends!

go cyclones!!! Enjoy

go cyclones!!! Enjoy