Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... their way to the rooftop of their building just as the afternoon sun burned off a bit of Saturday morning fog. It was the first day the pair had wrangled enough time to visit the pool as a couple since the move, and spending a little time together before Lauren's date that night seemed the thing to do. As they exited the elevator, Corey watched intently as his wife strutted her stuff along the pool deck in her barely-there black bikini. Her long, flowing black tresses cascaded down her back, adding to a goddess-like entrance. The contrast between her sun-kissed skin and his own pale complexion, a result of the harsh Iowan winter, was stark. As Corey glanced down at his pudgy body, a wave of self-consciousness washed over him, reminding him of why he despised going to the pool.

During the seven months they had lived in this place, Lauren had managed to befriend many of the so-called "beautiful people" who frequented the poolside bar. It seemed that this was the go-to spot for residents to unwind and engage in casual conversations. As Lauren strolled near the pool, warm smiles of recognition greeted her, and she reciprocated with nods of acknowledgment to the familiar faces. Corey couldn't help but notice the attention she received, realizing that some of these connections went beyond mere platonic friendships.

Standing waist-deep in the water, engrossed in conversation with a buxom blonde, was Tommy Myer, the college football player who had once pleasured Lauren on his ...

... couch while Corey watched. He then noticed a group of bodybuilders who raised their glasses in salute as Lauren passed by. Even a skinny, unassuming figure beneath a large umbrella watched her with rapt attention. Must be the nerd from apartment 15b. The hundred-pound weakling with an anorexic build. If that was indeed the case, Corey couldn't help but wonder how desperate Lauren must have been on that particular day. And as they made their way to the other side of the water, Corey spotted Jack Carter, the wealthy penthouse dweller who had also enjoyed the pleasures of Lauren's company. It was a virtual cornucopia of men from the building who had screwed his wife, and they were all watching her intently.

Remembering.

Feeling the weight of their gazes, Corey's mind raced with thoughts of what they must be thinking. Here was the slut's chubby husband, well aware of what each had each done to his wife. Were they mocking him with those shit eating grins? Did they see him as weak and pathetic? So inadequate that she had to fuck other men to get off? The awkwardness of the situation made his palms grow sweaty and the insecurity began to gnaw at him. And yet as awkward as it seemed, he couldn't deny that the knowledge of Lauren's past encounters with these guys made him feel a strange sense of arousal.

After settling into lounge chairs along the poolside, the couple applied sunscreen and began to bask in the warm rays of the sun. Soft rock melodies floated through the air, ...