Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... looping her arms under his. "And yet you called me."

"I did."

"Why then?"

Alex brushed a stray bang from her eyes.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Oh, really? But I'm married, remember?" Lauren countered, a teasing smirk on her face.

"That's what makes it so messed up. It goes against everything my parents taught me about...well, everything."

Lauren patted his chest mischievously. "So, we can just be friends then."

The two stared into each other's eyes before the cowboy pushed the brim of his Stetson back and lowered his lips to hers.

"Not a chance. Not a chance in hell."

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That's four threes already tonight for Ali Karim!" the play-by-play announcer barked excitedly as the basketball tournament flickered from the wall-mounted television. "He's on a pace for at least ten in this game alone!"

Having changed into some comfy sweats, Corey settled in to watch the game, phone in one hand and the remote in the other. A half-empty bottle of top-shelf whiskey sat on the coffee table with a full rocks glass beside it, its seal opened when he had first sat down an hour earlier.

It had been some time since Lauren had sent the last text.Where were they now?

He set down the remote and picked up his drink, swallowing at least one-finger of the two-finger pour. Then there was the photo.

That smile. You can't fake something like that. Genuine, at peace, heartfelt.

And the Texan. Rugged, with a disarming grin. Pleasant enough, like a ...

... guy you'd want to go drink beer with.

The combination was, above all else, so natural that it was volatile, dangerous...flammable.

Corey unconsciously let a hand travel to the soft, oversized sweatpants, giving his crotch a squeeze.They might still be on their walk along the pier, arm in arm. Lauren would look stunning in her tight white dress, her long black hair cascading down her back. Beneath the cotton seam, the project manager felt his cock spasm.

Arms draped around her, Alex would look like the cat that ate the canary. A guy like that would be hesitant to date a married woman, but resistance to her charm and beauty was futile. All guys thought with their dicks, but Cartwright wasn't the fuck-'em-and-forget-'em kind. His interest went beyond the sex, and that's where the peril in Corey losing her lay.

So why is my cock so goddamn hard?

Taking another drink, his thoughts wandered.

Waves crashed against the docks and seawall as the couple walked without urgency, arm in arm, her head resting on his shoulder. Alex's other hand would drop to her ass, casually groping her through the thin fabric of her dress.

Corey squeezed his balls again and cast the phone's photo to his TV, accepting the receipt on the larger display. Hands free now, he pulled the sweatpants down, just enough for his humble six-inches to spring free. The smiling faces of his wife and her date, cheek to cheek, were now in large-screen high definition, just beyond the view of his shaft ...