Lauren: Proper Company, Part 3

As Brian pulled up to the club he could already tell something was different. Normally, Alex would have been outside parking the golf cart at the charging station as she waited for the clock to run out on her shift. The golf cart was still there no problem, but in Alex’s place was a skinny, pasty white guy with ice-blonde, curly hair. He looked like the sort of kid who would end up working in an outdated computer repair store, Brian thought as he walked past.

“Good afternoon, Brian!” He called out, waving enthusiastically.

Brian himself was dumbfounded. He had no idea who this guy was, but apparently, the kid knew him.

“Uhh….Hey…Man.” He said weakly, clearly demonstrating his cluelessness as to the scraggly 19-year-old’s identity.

“It’s uhh…It’s Matt. Again. Sir.” Matt said, scratching his head again.

“Fucking christ, Matt. Leave Brian alone.” Came a raspy but feminine voice from the return path from the main course.

A thin woman carrying a bag of golf clubs and wearing a sporty visor with her hair tucked into a ponytail in the back strode briskly up to the main building.

“Brian’s got better shit to do then listen to you trying to kiss his ass. Anyways, what’s up, hotness? Here to pick up that fuckin babe of a girlfriend of yours? The woman said.

She walked over and sat down on a small bench with her slender, toned leg lifted onto a nearby rock, leaning over to retie her shoe. She had long, straight hair the color of a moonless midnight sky and a pretty countenance marred by severe resting bitch face.

(1)

“…Alex?” Brian asked carefully.

The girl scrunched up her face in disgust. “Ew. No. Allie’s just fine, thanks.”

“Right. Just messing with you. Anyways, is Lauren around?”

Brian made sure to ask that carefully too. He didn’t know how his wife had changed since then, or based on the fact that Allie’d referred to her as his girlfriend, whether or not they were even still married to each other this time around.

“Yeah, she should be getting off like right now.” Allie shrugged. “Anyways, I’mma head out. I got a date with a guy who works at Stillman and Miller and ISN’T like twice my age.

…..No offense.”

“…None taken,” Brian replied warily as he entered the club reception hall.

With how few people were attending the day’s private affair, it was easy to spot the new Lauren as she bobbled giddily up to her man with both her arms pushed all the way down to their limit only to have her wrists flicked out to make her hands parallel to the floor.

“BRIIIAAAAAAANNNNNN!” She cheered as she ran into his arms.

She was shorter, Brian noticed immediately. Her hair was lighter too and more bouncy. As he scanned her shining, enraptured eyes, he could tell she’d become younger. She didn’t seem like a teenager, but more around the early 20s range. Her hips were smaller and her butt less plump, but her chest seemed to have swollen up in it's place. Not the worst trade ever, he thought only to feel kind of bad about instantly objectifying his wife like she had interchangeable parts.

(2)

“Gimme a minute to clock out and I’ll be good to go!” She called out, practically skipping away to the office, her light brown hair flowing and bouncing gorgeously in the light.

The drive home was absolutely peppered with rapid-fire questions about his day and how he was doing before she gushed about her work drama. Really it was all a big nothing considering that the only part of her story that seemed provable was the fact that some waitress was seen talking to the manager, thus spurring rumors of an affair, but it was an entertaining drive all the same.

“HOOOOME. UGH. FINALLY.” Lauren said, flopping onto the couch and immediately kicking off her socks and wiggling out of her pants. As she noticed Brian smiling at her youthful energy, a grin slid across her face and her demeanor changed. Lauren’s movements became more slow and rhythmic as cute wiggles thickened into sensual gyrations.

“Hey Brian…?” She half moaned, now on her hands and knees on the couch, her pert butt and white panties pointed his way and weaving side to side. “I’m getting a little hungry. Think you could help fill me up?”

Having a nubile bobblehead version of his wife was absolutely no problem for Brian at that point, and even he was at least a little surprised at how quickly he slid the white lace between her legs off to the side. In his experience, Brian had learned to ho slow and provide a generous amount of foreplay before just shoving it in, but apparently, preppy Lauren was having none of that. Sopping wet and burning hot, Lauren’s new body needed no prompting and no prep time to get started. The second she felt the tip of his dick, Lauren began eagerly pressing herself onto him and rocking rapidly back and forth as she moaned like her brain was melting out of her ears. She made sure to press her face against the arm of the couch as she mindlessly humped him to orgasm after orgasm, treating Brian more like her dildo than her partner. Even so, she pushed hard for him to cum as quickly as she could, panting and almost laughing maniacally as dopamine flooded her brain. Within just a few minutes he had finished and Lauren lay dazed with her ass still half in the air as she barely fought for consciousness. This, Brian thought, might just work out better than he’d thought.

“Babe, hurry up! You’re gonna make me late for practice!” Lauren whined, practically pulling Brian out of bed and pushing him to get dressed.

“Practice?” Brian grumbled sleepily. “Don’t you have work?”

“HUH?! Oh god no. That’s what I have YOU for! But right now I need to get to tennis practice in like half an hour so HURRYYYYYYY!” Lauren said, practically stomping her feet.

After Brian threw on a pair of pants and some socks, he moved to the living room to put on his shoes. Lauren was already waiting there, her hair now almost completely blonde and her boobs another 2 cups larger. Her hips remained narrow, but her thighs were large and toned, covered in just enough fluffy plumpness to make her supple and soft. She was hot, Brian thought, but looking even younger than before.

(3)

“Babe. I love you, but let’s go. I can’t be late for my backhand lesson if I wanna beat Allison in the tournament. We need to go. Now.” She said sternly but with a soft smile on her face.

“Hmm.” Brian grunted. “Or this could be a terrible pain in the ass.”