A Cucquean Wife a Teen Girlfriend

It's funny, how easy it is to settle into things with Cassie. The next morning, we stop for coffee before I take her home. I know we reek of sex, of champagne, of the purple velvet haze that swirled around us the night before, but I don't care. Cassie, dressed in a button-down Men's shirt given to her by the club, looks miraculously stunning: somehow her smudged mascara and smeared lipstick highlights her features. Instead of looking messy, she simply looks Cool.

We sit in one chair by the window, Cassie practically in my lap, her legs swung over me. The businessmen and burnouts that buzz around us have heavy, omnipresent auras of envy. I can't stop smiling.

I drop Cassie off at her house just after 7AM; it wouldn't do to have her miss World History, after all. She blows me a kiss from the porch, a ripe little cherry of a girl, even dresed as she is now, in white.

At home, the remnants of the champagne glass still sparkle like raindrops on the floor. I find Beth still sequesteered in the guest room. She's still crouched on the floor, her knees rubbed raw. I can see that her panties are soaked through. She's squirming. She jumps to her feet when she sees me. "Can I pee?"

I laugh at the crassness, wave her past me. "You waited for me? You're so good."

She shoots into the bathroom and emerges, less red-faced, a minute later. "You didn't come home! I didn't to interrupt you coming in. You know... just in case."

I grin at her. I can smell my sweat and Cassie's sweat and Cassie's sweet pussy. I'm sure I look a mess. I'm sure she can smell me. "Thank you. I appreciate it. Did you have a good time last night?"

She nods, her eyes rolling a little. "Did you?"

I nod, shrugging out of my jacket and stepping out of my pants. "The best."

"Are you going to see her again?"

I don't hesitate. "Oh yes."

She squirms. "Am I going to meet her? Is that when you'll let me cum?"

She's smart, my Beth. It's one of the things I love about her. "Sometime," I allow. "When she wants to. And yes. That's when."

Beth looks half-frantic. "Soon, please," she urges.

I free my cock, sticky and still half-hard, and push it between her unresisting lips. "Clean me up."

Beth snorts and begings to service me, her eyes rolling ungracefully. I take out my phone to record her sloppy ministrations. "How does my girlfriend's pussy taste?"

She glances up at me. "Are you going to send this to her?" Around my dick, her syllables come out snarled and barely intelligible. I nod in response. "She tastes...good," Beth mumbles.

"Come on," I tease her. "You can do better. You want to finish, don't you? What does that fresh teen pussy taste like?"

Beth licks my cock dutifully, considering. "She tastes clean and sweet. She tastes... young?"

"She does, doesn't she? Are you ready to eat her out again?" Beth nods. "Ass and pussy?" Beth nods again. I catch her fingers, darting down to rub her own sex.

"Tell us...," I warn her.

"I want to eat her out again," Beth explodes in a hurry. "I want to... get her cute holes ready for you. And I want to clean your cum out of her, after." She's blushing, red as a beet.

I pat the top of her head like she's a dog and send the video to Cassie.

Cassie sends back a video of herself in the school bathroom, her top and bra pulled down to bare and hold up her tits like a shelf. I can see my bite marks clearly, purplish against her suntanned skin. "She's so pathetic," she giggles. I let Beth hear, savoring the look of my little girlfriend, giggling at my wife's expense. She sends a still photo next, of her lush lips closing around a striped candy sucker. Then one of her thighs beneath a pleated pink miniskirt, slightly spread. Finally, she sends a little video, teasing and flaunting her assets for the camera, flipping her skirt up to show off her sexy ass, her lavender lace undies. I blow my load in Beth's mouth watching Cassie swirl her treat across her tongue, her other hand leisurely rubbing the crotch of those cute panties.

Cassie texts me a little later. 'Bring me a coffee at work?'

I know we're playing with fire, but I can't imagine anyone saying 'No' to Cassie. I certainly don't want to. When I arrive, Cassie's nowhere to be seen. I sit down in one of the overstuffed green armchairs to wait; a few minutes later, she appears, tossing her hair behind her shoulder as she runs across the room to me. She snuggles into my lap, drawing her knees up to my chest. If anyone were to enter the room, they'd get a full glimpse of her legs, her ass, that lilac thong. She kisses me, her mouth open and wanting, sucking the tip of my tongue lightly. Beth could come in at any moment. I can't help myself. I groan.

The dentist I crossed paths with on my last visit enters then, dropping a tray full of small silver tools at the sight of us. They fall with a loud clatter, rolling to the far corners of the room.

I'm shocked, but Cassie only giggles. She licks my bottom lip slowly. "Don't worry," she mock-whispers. "He won't tell anyone. Will you, Dr. Woods?"

The dentist is sweating, red-faced. "No," he manages.

Cassie laughs, bell-like. "Otherwise. I'd show his wife the texts of him asking me for nudes," she explains in the same silly stage-whisper.

The dentist's blush deepens, but he only nods. Cassie has him wrapped around her finger. Maybe she has the whole world wrapped around her finger. She rises gracefully to her feet, rubbing her ass against my crotch in a pretty, lazy lapdance. She keeps her eyes locked on the dentist's face. Beneath his teal scrubs, I can see the plain, pathetic outline of his erection "Good god," he chokes, excusing himself into a back room.

I kiss Cassie's cheek. "You're evil."

She catches my lips again. "I know it. You love it."

"I love everything about you," I tell her, sliding my hands up her skirt to squeeze her beautiful ass.

Footsteps alert us to another approach; Cassie's just stepped away from me when Beth appears. "Nick! I wasn't expecting to see you."

"I just thought i'd stop by.

Beth's eyes dart to Cassie. "Thanks again for the advice, Mr. Ellis," Cassie chirps sweetly, rising up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck and give me a tight, lingering hug. Over her shoulder, I see Beth scowl. I raise my eyebrows at her innocently.

"Anytime, kiddo," I tell Cassie cheerfully. She steps away from me and skips down the hall, her tiny skirt swishing back and forth.

Beth approaches to hug me slackly. "What were you giving her advice on?"

"College applications."

Beth snorts. "That little slut wants to go to college?"

Anger rises its horned head, but I keep my face still, thinking of how she'd licked 'that little slut's' cooled cream off my cock just a few hours ago. "Seems like it."

Beth rolls her eyes. "She's a nightmare. I don't know why no one does anything about it. She spilled water all over me this morning."

I think of Dr. Woods, presumably rubbing one out in Cassie's honor behind the clearly visible door. "I wonder why indeed," I agree with her supportively.

That night, Cassie tells me she has to study for a test. I invite her over, instructing Beth to clean the house and prepare snacks beforehand. Then, Cassie and I play a very academic incarnation of strip poker that involves flash cards and a lot of wine and laughter. We snack on a plate of grapes, cheese, and seedy homemade crackers that Beth put together for us, sipping a nice Sauv Blanc that had been set aside for Beth and my's anniversary. When Cassie finally deems her studying complete, we make out on Beth and my bed, her lithe little body writhing over me. She's wearing a satin lavender bra that matches her undies and brings out a pretty violet hue in her eyes. Her fingers and toes are freshly manicured with light purple french tips. She's so perfect I wish I could paint her. I take photos of her, massage her pretty feet, suck on each of her sexy little toes. There's no part of her I don't want my hands and teeth and tongue on.

Cassie digs through Beth's drawers shamelessly, throwing wads of beige and gray cotton around the room. "These are disgusting," she shrieks. "How can you let her touch you? How do you even get hard for her?"

Looking at Cassie's svelte little body, accented by her pretty lingerie, I honestly can't remember. She pulls something white and lacy out of the drawer and squeals cheerfully. "Finally, something halfway decent!"

"Beth wore those on our honeymoon," I tell her. "On our wedding night."

"Oh my god," Cassie shrieks. "You have to fuck me in them, Nick. Oh my god." She playfully shoves me out of the room, slamming the door behind me. "Come back in five minutes."

My heart hammering, I let Beth out of her room to relieve herself. "What are you two doing?" she asks.

I chuckle a little nervously. "She's about to put on your wedding lingerie," I tell her. "I'm going to fuck her silly in them."

I'm half expecting Beth to tell me no; instead, her eyes widen. I can practically see her salivating. "Will they even fit her?" Her voice is stretching into a whine I recognize. She wants me to degrade her.

"Probably not," I admit, shaking my head. "She's got an entirely different figure than you. Her waist is so much smaller, but her ass and tits are so much bigger."

I take a brief inventory of my wife's wetness: she's soaking. This woman, I'm telling you. She's twisted. "Will you send me a picture?" she begs.

"Maybe," I offer noncommittally. "Maybe a video, if I feel really generous. We'll see."

"Nick.... Fuck. In our bed."

I smile at her. "Will you make us some dinner in an hour? We'll be hungry. Until then--" I reach down and turn her vibrator on. "Have a good time."

I reopen the bedroom door, unprepared for the vision that awaits me. Cassie's wearing the sheer, beautiful piece Beth wore after our wedding. And on her, it's pure magic. The cups of the ethereal teddy can barely contain her massive tits; her cute nipples are threatening to show themselves amidst the plump, juicy overspill. Her sexy waist is visible through the sheer tulle. She does a spin, showing off that incredible cheerleader ass. Beth was thirty-four when we got married, I realize, sixteen years older than Cassie is now. And even then, she couldn't have held a candle to her. Cassie looks like a Victoria's Secret angel, a legendary Playboy spread. She's unbelievable.

I feel a growl rumble in my chest as I cross the room to her and kiss her. At that slight movement, the fabric rips over Cassie's left tit, baring the swollen globe of her perfect breast. I bend to kiss and lick her rosy nipple, kneading it lightly between my teeth. She sighs. I slide a hand up her smooth thigh to tease her waiting little cunt. She's already sopping for me. The lace of Beth's lingerie shreds like tissue at the slightest press of my fingers; Cassie's full, sexy ass has it pulled to its absolute limit. I shove the cloth aside and bury my index finger in that waiting, wanting little pussy. It clenches around me immediately. I can hear Beth moving on the other side of the wall. I love that.

"I told her I might send her a video," I tell Cassie, enjoying the wet, sucking sound of her cunt around my finger.

Her eyes light up. "Do it." She jumps onto her hands and knees. "How about like this?" I pull out my phone and film myself playing with Cassie's sweet little holes. I position my cock at her entrance, making sure the camera captures the full circle of her sumptuous ass.

"Pound me really hard," Cassie orders sweetly. "Let her see what she's missing." I slam into her, making her cry out. Drops of her wetness fly, splashing the sheets, my thighs. My cock emerges from her, slick and dripping. I stroke Cassie's asshole with my thumb, circling it lightly, while she arches her back and I stretch her out. And then, satisfied with our performance, we send it to Beth.

Through the wall, we hear the recorded sounds of our video: Cassie's chirping cries, the ringing slaps of my hips and balls against her ass, and the slurping squelch of Cassie's wet, elastic pussy trying to hold on to my cock. On top of this, we hear Beth's long, rattling moans.

Cassie sits up suddenly, her whole face lighting up. "I want you to bring her in here," she announces excitedly. "Blindfold her and bring her in here."

When I open the door to the guest room, I can't believe how disheveled my wife is. Her hair is a tangled, matted mess. Her cheeks are ruddy and sweaty. She's sucking her lower lip as she watches the video of Cassie and me-- it's got to be for the fourth time now-- and strums at her cunt like it's a fiddle at a springtime dance. She barely looks up when I come in.

I slide the black silk of her blindfold over her eyes. "Come play," I invite. I know Cassie can hear us.

Beth struggles to her feet. "Nick, I have to cum," she wails. "I can't take it. I have to."

I lead her into the bedroom, where Cassie is lying on her back, her long, tanned legs spread wide. "Come eat me," she orders. "I want Nick to watch."

Beth climbs clumsily up on the bed, her soft, sagging tits swaying. Her gluey wetness runs in rivers down the back of her legs. She has to blindly search for Cassie, which makes the latter giggle and laugh. And then she settles down on her elbows, her hands large and rough against Cassie's silky thighs, and begins to loudly, sloppily, desperately eat her little cunt.

"Can you taste your husband's cock on me?" Cassie asks innocently.

"Yes," Beth croaks.

"Yes, ma'am," Cassie corrects.

"Yes, ma'am," Beth parrots immediately.

"I taste good, don't I?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You can see why your husband likes to eat this little pussy, can't you?"

I settle back in the blue chair by the bed and stroke my cock lazily, grinning. Beth is desperate to earn her gold star. "Yes, ma'am."

"Put your finger inside me," Cassie bosses. "Feel how tight I am? Tell me how much tighter I am than you." She pets Beth's hair encouragingly. "Tell me why your husband deserves this."

Beth's finger, short-nailed and stumpy, gingerly finds Cassie's slit. Cassie sighs as Beth slowly inserts its length, gasping at the tight, electric stretch. "I can't believe how tight your pussy is," Beth gapes. "I really can't. I can't believe Nick can even fit his dick inside you."

"He deserves my pussy, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yes." Beth experimentally pulls her finger out of Cassie, then thrusts it back in. "He deserves your pussy. He deserves to fuck a pussy this--" she pauses and shudders-- "young and tight."

Cassie draws Beth's head back down between her thighs, urging her to keep eating. Beth's tongue swipes eagerly over Cassie's delicate pink folds, her hands holding her own bridal lingerie away from my girlfriend's slit. I'm recording them by this point, though I can't peel my eyes from the real thing. I feel half-drunk.

"Now, lay back for me, Beth," Cassie orders sweetly. My wife lays back on the rumpled sheets, and Cassie climbs on top of her. Her plump young tits brush my wife's loose, flattened ones. Her pert ass hovers over my wife's loose cunt. She turns back to me. "Come fuck me, Nick."

I climb onto the bed between Beth's legs and settle the head of my cock against Cassie's pussy. "Hold my ass, Beth," Cassie coos. "Spread me open for your husband."

Beth grabs Cassie's ass and holds her open for me. I can't stop staring at her fingers, at her wedding ring, as I slide my cock into the perfect, sweet cunt of the little cheerleader in front of me.

"Ohhh, that's so good," Cassie purrs. "Thank you, Beth."

Under Cassie, Beth is squirming. As I begin to fuck Cassie, her ballooned tits bounce up over my wife's face. Her tight, tanned stomach brushes my wife's flabby, pale one. Drops of our juices fall onto Beth's legs and hips.

"Go ahead, feel my tits," Cassie urges my wife.

"They don't sag at all," Beth marvels, her hands immediately full. "Even like this, they don't. You're incredible."

"Your tits are old and saggy, huh," Cassie snickers evilly. She's so good at this.

Beth whines and writhes. "Yes," she offers up. "My tits are so soft compared to yours. And small."

Cassie giggles again. "They really are. No wonder your husband can't look away from mine. The first picture I sent him was of my tits, wasn't it, Nick?"

I draw my cock out of her cunt slowly. "Yes. I couldn't believe it."

"Go on," Cassie whispers, this time to me. "Touch your wife's pussy while you tell us."

I stroke Beth's slit as I continue. I slide my cock into Cassie. "You were in your bathroom. It was so cute, all painted pink. I remember thinking I could almost taste those perfect tits of yours. I knew you'd taste like strawberries and cream. I wanted to squeeze you, feel how soft your beautiful skin was. I wanted to kiss and bite and suck those little nipples."

"Did you want to fuck me?"

"I wanted to fuck you long before that," I admit to them both. I think of how true that is, how I'd wanted to fuck Cassie since I first saw her standing by the reception desk. It must have been more than a year ago, maybe even two. I can still remember what she was wearing: a little pink and white argyle sweater and a tiny denim skirt with a frayed hem. I remembered her sparkly lip gloss, her beautiful white smile. I remembered staring at the luscious bounce of her cleavage and being shocked at myself. I remember seeing her bend over to fill a flimsy paper cup at the cooler and wishing she'd bend over just a little further, imagining her panties, the edge of her tanned ass. I tell this story, leaving the location vague. Cassie's eyes fill with beautiful, smiling wonder. The faintest hint of tears.

"I'm so glad you texted me," Cassie tells me, her sweet voice breaking. I've stopped touching Beth. I can't see anyone but Cassie. I know I get a side of Cassie no one else does. This sweetness-- this is just for me.

I lean over and kiss her pink lips. "I love you."

Her breath catches. She holds my cheek. "I love you, too."

We laugh, holding perfectly still for some long seconds. And then, Cassie being Cassie, she begins to bounce her cute ass on my cock again.

I remember Beth, but Cassie is a step ahead of me. As usual. "Do you like being a part of this?" she asks. As if I can read Cassie's mind, I resume stroking my wife's pussy. "No secrets. And you're making your husband so happy. That's what you want, isn't it?"

I'm shocked, but Beth is nodding. "It's my purpose." She sounds so sure, so confident. More confident than I've ever seen her. She also sounds, bizarrely, like she's confessing something.

"I know," Cassie soothes her. "It's your job to submit to Nick. To please him. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" Beth explodes. "That's exactly it!"

All these years with Beth, I've known she's submissive. But I never knew she felt quite like this.

"You might feel a little jealous, and that's okay," Cassie continues, in that same lullaby voice, "because it also feels so good to you. Knowing you're making him happy. Knowing you're giving him this. Giving him me,"

"Yes," Beth half-sobs.

"Don't worry," Cassie assures her. "We'll take good care of you. We'll make sure you get exactly what you need and want."

"Oh my god," Beth shudders. I can hear her longing, her blatant relief.

"You want that, right?"

"Yes," Beth promises devoutly. "Yes, ma'am."

"That means giving your husband to me, you understand that, right? I come first. And then we take care of you."

"Okay," Beth allows at once. "Yes, okay."

I can't believe this. I see a glimpse of the future we could have, so much better than anything I ever imagined. All three of us, happy and fulfilled. My heart swells.

"Tell me," Cassie croons.

"I want you to have my husband," Beth tells her. "I want you to take my place in his life. In his bed."

"Thank you," Cassie whispers. Beth relaxes, visibly. It's as if a massive weight has been lifted from her. Everything has changed. And then Cassie reaches down, and unties Beth's blindfold.