Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... what you see?"

Corey blushed, feeling embarrassed at being caught. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's just...you're so...so beautiful."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Save it for your little buddy," she said, looking down at the tent in his jeans and patting him on the shoulder. "You're going to need it. I'm going to get dressed now. No need to keep Alex waiting."

Selecting a pair of lacy underwear from her dresser drawer, she picked one leg up and carefully threaded it through one leg hole, then the other, slipping the cream-colored panties on, pulling them snug against her bare mound. Lauren took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, with the material outlining her lips, before she continued getting dressed for her date. With not so much as a peep, Corey watched from the bed, his eyes glued to his wife's movements as she slipped on the lingerie. He knew he wouldn't be the one to take it off later, and the thought made him salivate and nauseated. Lauren met his gaze, a wicked twinkle in her eyes, as she pulled the lace taut against her skin, the cream color a stark contrast to her dark hair.

"Do you think he'll like it?"

Reaching for a pink satin robe, she draped it over her freshly showered body, leaving it loose enough to reveal a thin line of flesh from her small breasts, past her navel to her waist. Corey continued to stare. If she moved just right, he could see an entire breast, the partial concealment seemingly even more erotic with the robe than ...

... without. He knew better than to ask for more, knowing that very little about that night was about him.

Next, Lauren applied her makeup meticulously, not making it too provocative--she knew Alex wouldn't appreciate that. The tension from the older man sitting just a few feet away was palpable; his sexual frustration grew with each stroke of her makeup brush. She caught him looking a couple of times and winked, knowing the emotional turmoil he must be experiencing.

Finally, she put on her nylons, followed by the white, ruched, sleeveless dress with spaghetti straps. She turned her back to him and asked Corey to zip her up. The man's hands trembled as he helped her, struggling to hook the tiny eyelet at the top. Smoothing out her outfit and turning side to side, Lauren asked him how she looked.

"Unbelievable," he croaked, gripping his crotch to contain the growing ache.

Lauren checked herself one last time in the mirror, ensuring everything was in place. She picked a piece of lint off her dress, adjusted her heels' straps, and smoothed her hair, making sure every strand was perfect. Satisfied, she lifted her wedding ring from the jewelry tray and conspicuously slid it onto her finger. Grabbing a clutch, she turned to Corey.

"I'll text you later, 'kay?"

Corey nodded, trembling with a heart heavy. "You're wearing your ring."

The frown that crossed her face darkened the mood.

"It's not for you. It's so he knows just how special he is."

"Oh." He had opened the ...