Lauren: Squeaky Wheel, Part 2 (Patreon)

“Here. We’ll still make it if you hurry and finish quick.” Lauren said, spreading her milky thighs over the couch seductively.

Brian needed no further prodding and began to remove his pants, but couldn’t help but let slip a sly grin upon noticing the condition of his continuously changing wife. Lauren was still spritely and beautiful, but her youthful girlishness had been leaving her for a more seductive college girl sort of look. She was curvier than before, having plumped up a bit in the waist and chest. Her pale, pudgy belly formed the tiniest crease at her belly button, giving her a deliciously grabbable and enticing physique. Granted, she’d begun complaining about how difficult it was to keep weight off lately, but even so, Brian didn’t mind in the slightest.

(1)

“Oh my fucking god this feels amazing but we really do need to hurry.” Lauren said, working her hips and clenching down on her husband’s dick, trying to force him to cum.

Brian’s body shuddered and tensed, filling her with warm, liquid ecstasy that broke even Lauren’s steely adherence to her strict schedule. Lately, however, he’d been noting more and more that for as much as she wanted sex with him, her tolerance for duration had plummeted. Earlier incarnations had enjoyed long rounds of passionate lovemaking while blonde, short-haired Lauren pushed him to finish in under fifteen minutes on the regular. Sometimes she claimed she had somewhere to be or something to do while other times she complained that she was beginning to feel sore and chafed and needed to stop.

The buxom blonde took a second and allowed her eyes to roll back in her head as she closed her eyelids and laid back on the couch. She only allowed herself the moment though before her eyes opened and she jumped up, pulling her clothes on and gesturing for Brian to do the same.

“Hurry up.” She said, running a brush through her hair before darting over to the bathroom to apply a thin coat of eyeliner.

It was an amusing notion to her husband that he should be the one pressed to hurry when it was her who was always the last one dressed. As a guy, all Brian really needed to do was throw on pants, a shirt, and some shoes and he would be ready. Still, that didn’t stop Lauren from puttering around the house griping at him to go faster so that she might not be made late for whatever she was stressing about at the time. Today’s important excursion was a low-stakes lunch date with Allison after running into her at the grocery store.

While the two women gossiped and chatted with each other in the aisles, Brian made sure to use the opportunity to study Allison for any obvious changes. At first, it seemed like not much had changed at all. The dark haired woman was a little frumpy looming, but that was to be expected since she was in her regular home attire and not a short cocktail dress or form fitting tennis gear. Her sharp features were hidden behind a pair of large, round sunglasses, but her sharp cherry lips pinched as they always did into a catty, judgmental-looking smile that reminded him in many ways of Princess Azula from the Avatar cartoon. From what he could see, Allison hadn’t gained any weight at all. If anything, she’d lost a few pounds but that was only evident in the lack of cleavage her outfit showed. More than anything, Brian thought, she just kinda looked hung over.

(2)

The two women prattled on together for a while until plans were made to meet up for lunch over the weekend. When it had happened Brian had figured that it would be the two of them hanging out alone, but that turned out to be a foolhardy assumption. Now Lauren was attempting to rush him out of the door while not entirely ready herself.

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!” She called from the bathroom and Brian immediately rushed in to find her removing a giant smudge of eyeliner from her cheek.

“What happened?” He asked, concerned and surprised.

“The fucking power went out for a second just as I was finishing and it scared me. Now I have to redo this whole fucking side.” She grumped. “Like seriously? You need to go talk to the power company or something because I’m getting really tired of having to deal with the brown outs and power outages here. It happens all the fucking time and I’m tired of ignoring it.”

Brian averted his gaze nervously. He knew why the lights were going out, but not why she could remember how often it happened. Still, he couldn’t just tell her what it was, nor could he say he was going to yell at the power company for it.

“Well, I mean it may not just be our house, you know? It happens at the club too.” He deflected casually to her instant irritation.

She sighed heavily and threw her makeup into her purse before tossing it over her shoulder.

“Whatever. If you’re not going to do it then I will. Anyways, we need to hurry or we’re gonna be late.” She said sharply as she moved quickly to the door.

The pair pulled into a little cafe called the Tea Leaf in a nice, shady part of town and got out of the car. Lauren had been quiet during the drive but it appeared that her irritation had finally gone away by the time they got to where they were going. Brian could already tell that something was different about his wife from the way she walked forward by slightly throwing her hips forward with each step. She’d thickened up again, but her higher-waisted pants held most of it back even as it strained against her tight jeans. When the pair walked in they immediately found Allison sipping wine from a glass alone. She looked tired, Brian thought. Before, Allison and her previous incarnations were bursting with energy and a sort of wild edge, but now she looked much more tame and sleepy. She was rail thin and her previous tennis-built muscles were all but gone. She looked older; like a washed out former athlete who was big in high school but hadn’t touched a racket in years.

(3)

Lauren walked over and Allison jumped up to greet her, apparently now over their heated rivalry and back to kissing each other on the cheeks before sitting down and immediately perusing the wine selection.

The changes were becoming more apparent as both women began discussing current events at the club. At a glance, it seemed like they were just rehashing what the other missed at various points, but it rapidly devolved into what Dolly was wearing and whether or not Alicia was sleeping with Miranda’s husband. Was Colleen pregnant? Did you see how fat Kate got? Why doesn’t Beverly show up with her boyfriend anymore? How did Ellie even get into the club in the first place?

The pair clucked gossip at each other like hens while Brian sat back and waited a reasonable amount of time before pulling out his phone. Neither of them seemed to care in the slightest and despite being bored already, he was able to get a good look at his wife from another angle. She was aging again, he noticed. Not too rapidly or excessively like before, but she seemed to be more in her mid-thirties now whereas that morning she’d looked to be about 26, and 18 only a little while prior. Her bobs remained large, though her waist had grown ever so slightly fatter, still kept tightly constrained by her high-waisted jeans. Her hair remained luminous and shiny, but the color seemed to be paling slightly. There really was nothing wrong with her appearance, Brian thought. It was merely an older, more mature take on her younger debutante figure. Her belly was pudgier and her boobs had begun to sag, but all in all, this Lauren was quite a knockout in her own way.

“Brian?” He heard her ask, separating him from his inner monologue.

“Brian.” She said more sternly.

“Hm?” Brian asked, now present and listening to the two women who’d ignored him for the better part of the last fifteen minutes.

“Get off your phone. We didn’t come all the way out here just for you to be on facebook the whole time.” She snapped as if they’d cared at all about his involvement in the conversation thus far.

“Oh. Uhh, sorry.” He said, but the two were already back to cattily sniping at women who weren’t there to defend themselves.

“Ugh. This wine tastes out of date.” Allison said, scowling at the nearly empty glass she’d been sipping from the entire time.

“Oh my god, I was thinking the same thing! I didn’t know if it was like something wrong with the bottle or maybe the way it’s been stored, but I can tell that this is NOT from 1965.” Lauren griped.

“Here. Brian, smell this. Tell me what you think.” Lauren said, shoving the glass under Brian’s nose. “Smell.”

Brian recoiled from the gesture and awkwardly leaned back in to sniff the liquid. It just smelled like any old wine, but with both women staring at him the way they were he figured that saying that was not going to do him any favors.

“Yeah, that uhh…That smells weird.” He said, weakly trying to convince them he meant it. It was apparently enough to convince them.

“I fucking knew it.” Lauren said, standing up. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go say something.”