Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... heart heavy. "A connection? What does that mean?"

"I don't know. Just like you can't describe your...thing, neither can I. He doesn't care how I live my life. Whatwe are, whatever that is. He just...gets me."

Corey's eyes narrowed, uncertainty clouding them. He couldn't deny the excitement that surged through him at the thought of his wife connecting with someone else on a deeper level. And the fear of actually losing her to another man was an unbelievable turn on. The tent in his pants, even in the midst of the busy avenue, make Lauren laugh. She could see the exquisite suffering his fetish was putting him through. Time to give him what he wanted.

"You really are fucked up."

"Huh?"

"You heard me.

It was a strange, twisted emotion, one that he had never expected to feel. But as he stood there, his heart raced and his blood pumped faster, fueling the fire of a fetish that would not leave him alone. Corey couldn't understand it but couldn't deny it either. He was afraid of losing his wife, but also turned on by the idea of her being desired by someone else, and potentially being replaced.

"I know."

Lauren giggled, running her fingers through her husband's hair as they continued walking to their apartment. "Thank you."

Corey exhaled heavily. Jesus, he was horny. "For what?"

"For being a girlfriend to me when I needed one."

"Say again?"

"This. You know. Girl talk and stuff. Nails, dating, clothes, hot boyfriends."

"Is that what this was? ...

... Girl talk?"

"You're cute, trying to act like it wasn't."

Standing waiting for the walk light to turn white, the analogy hit Corey hard.

"Lauren, I don't think it's fair to compare me to..."

"A girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Instead of crossing the street when it was time to walk, the fiery brunette forcefully guided her husband into a narrow alleyway between two older downtown buildings. The space was dimly lit and covered in grime, only wide enough for them to stand sideways, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Above them, an iron fire escape from a bygone era loomed. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder, Lauren ensured that no one witnessed their discreet retreat into the small enclave. Satisfied with the privacy, she slipped her hand down his pants, suppressing the urge to sniff away a hint of nasal mucus, her eyes filled with a wild intensity.

"What the hell, Corey? You choose a dress and nail color for a date you won't even be on. I open up about my feelings for another guy, and now you're getting hard, for God's sake."

Corey winced. She was right. Every word she said hit home, making him feel even more insecure. He could almost visualize his man-boobs expanding as his head gently thudded against the rough brick wall behind him.

"You're driving me insane."

Lauren's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That's the plan," she growled, her hand delving deeper into Corey's pants. "It's always been the plan."

"Oh, shit, Laur!"

"Yeah? You like ...