A Cucquean Wife a Teen Girlfriend

It's a moment I somehow imagined might never happen: my wife, staring up at my girlfriend. Even worse; even better: Cassie's dressed in Beth's wrecked bridal lingerie, her huge tits bared above my wife's shocked, slack face. My cock is buried in Cassie's sweet, dripping, eighteen-year-old pussy. And we've just said we loved each other. For the first time.

Beth doesn't move, doesn't speak. I can see her mind reeling, her dull brown eyes struggling to put two and two together. That the girl who's been in our bed, the girl I've been taking on dates, the girl she herself has been eating out... is Cassie. The eighteen-year-old receptionist from her work, the girl she's hated vehemently, poisonously, for the last three years. The girl she's complained to me endlessly about. Here. In our bed. Fucking her husband.

Cassie turns to me and draws me in, her slim, french-tipped fingers soft and graceful against my face as she kisses me. Slowly. Wetly. Demonstratively. Then she turns back to Beth. "Nothing has changed," she intones seriously. She leans forward, my cock still buried inside her tightness. "Do you understand? Nothing has changed."

Beth's breath is short and snorting. "I can't... believe this."

Cassie inches slowly back down to the base of my cock. "Don't overthink it." She begins to slowly, sweetly, fuck me. "This is still exactly what you want. And you know it."

Beth's eyes move to my straining thighs, my cock. Finally, to my face. "Nick?"

My hands, unbidden, are sliding over the elastic spheres of Cassie's ass. "Beth."

Cassie arches her back deeply, slides her enormous tits over my wife's face,and positions one cute pink nipple right over Beth's thin, lax lips. "Suck," she commands. Beth's mouth closes as if she has no control over it. Her eyes slam shut. Her throat bobs. But she suckles obediently, and doesn't stop.

"Good girl," Cassie croons appreciatively.

I expect Beth to erupt in indignation, even rage, but she doesn't. She opens her eyes and nods dumbly, still slurping at my girlfriend's pretty tit.

"That's right," Cassie hums silkily. "You're so good. See? It'll always be like this now. And you'll always know you're so, so good."

She turns back to me. "Go on, daddy," she urges sweetly. "Let's fuck? Fuck me? Please?" Her sapphire eyes are round and sweet and innocently sexy.

I groan quietly as I begin to fuck her again, my cock aching to be spilling its held-back load into that perfect little cunt.

Beth licks and nips at each of Cassie's breasts in turn, her eyes slowly drifting to me. "Does she feel good, Nick?"

"She feels unbelievable." I let her see the truth of it in my eyes. "Beth, she's so good. Thank you. Thank you so much."

Cassie arches her back, her firm cleavage smacking Beth's face. My wife is smiling, now. Beatifically. Religiously. Like there isn't a thought in her head. Like this really is exactly what she's wanted all along.

"Open your mouth," Cassie croons. Beth does. Cassie lets a fat, frothy raindrop of spit dangle from her bottom lip. Beth doesn't hesitate, doesn't blink. Cassie lets the drop fall and Beth swallows it eagerly, blinking up in search of Cassie's approval.

"Good girl," Cassie asserts again. There's a hint of something dark and naughty in her angelic voice. Her pussy is squeezing my cock like a glove of silk over a steel fist.

"Come inside me?" she begs me. "Please?"

I can feel two sets of eyes-- heavenly blue and plain brown-- on me as I drive into Cassie harder, as my balls begin to tense and tighten. "That's my girl," I murmur to Cassie as she dissolves in orgasm, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her slender waist. And then I'm spilling into her, spurt after spurt of cum that drips from her petal-soft pussy to Beth's stomach below.

I pull Cassie to me, sliding her over Beth, and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. She's trembling, spent and helpless as always after we fuck. I lie her down on her back. I bend down and kiss Beth's forehead. "Go on," I tell her. "Clean us up."

Beth crawls sloppily to me and takes my cock in her mouth, sucks my softening member eagerly, like she's starving for every drop of my cum. She darts down to suck each of my balls, then lies on her back so I can push my cock down her throat. (She's always given head best like that, supine and willing and slack.) Cassie leans herself shakily up on her elbow to watch, smiling sleepily at me as Beth cleans my thighs and then inches under me to lick the vibrating skin of my perineum.

"Oh my god," Cassie squeals, half-whispering, as Beth wraps her hands around my legs and begins to deeply, lovingly lick my ass.

I can feel Beth gasping for breath under me, her tongue probing as deeply inside me as she can. Cassie giggles. "She's so nasty."

Beth emerges, sweat-striped and panting, a few minutes later. "My turn," Cassie bosses bratilly. "But you'd better go clean yourself up first."

Without a whisper of complaint, Beth vanishes into the hallway. Cassie crawls over to me and lays her pretty head down on my chest. "You're heaven, Nick."

"You're heaven, little one." I kiss her plump pink lips. I stroke her silky golden hair out of her eyes. "I love having you in my bed."

"I'm taking what she said as an absolute promise," Cassie warns cheekily. "I get her place in your bed and your life, Mr. Ellis."

I laugh. "Take anything and everything you want."

Beth returns then, and Cassie rolls over and pushes her hips up to present her creamy holes. Beth buries her face between Cassie's perfect ass cheeks and this is when I know that this is all real, wax-sealed, signed in ink. This is my life now.

After Beth licks Cassie to cleanliness, my girlfriend curls up in my arms. "You can sleep at the foot of the bed," she tells my wife, who crawls to the bottom of the bed and spoons our feet.

Cassie reaches her arms up like a child ready to be carried to bed, begging to be kissed. I suck her lower lip softly, then harder. She curls her leg over me; I hear Beth's muffled 'ouch' as Cassie accidentally kicks her in the process. We kiss tenderly, and Cassie falls asleep almost at once.

Sometime late in the night, I wake up to a blade of moonlight slicing through the room's darkness. Beth is a blurred lump at the foot of the bed, but the silver moonshine catches Cassie in entirety: her heart-shaped face, her unbelievably long lashes, her graceful neck and collarbones, her massive, impossibly round tits. I reach over to squeeze one of those enchanting breasts and she wakes with a lustful sigh; soon she's on top of me, her divinely bare, smooth pussy gliding over my thigh as we absentmindedly bump Beth awake, and keep bumping her as we grind our bodies together hotly, caught entirely in each other's nets.

Cassie climbs on top of me, her silky heat sliding over me like bathwater, the sheets falling down around her like Aphrodite's waves. She positions her lithe, light weight over my erect cock, a golden mermaid in the dim light. And then she sinks down over each inch of my throbbing staff, sighing as her wetness coats me, coaxing me in. I forget about Beth entirely as Cassie begins to gracefully ride me, her hands pressed on my chest, her cleavage insurmountable. She gasps and half-sobs as she cums, and I hold her in place, solidly fucking her, until she collapses against my chest. My cock lurches against her smooth, perfect ass cheek. And then I feel a hand, sturdy and stubby-- Beth's hand-- grip my cock and slide it back into the slick, creamy, waiting heat of Cassie's spasming cunt.

I lose every thought. My vision explodes into sparks. I lose myself to a hammering, hot, steely madness that makes my every muscle clench as I fuck Cassie's sweet snatch, while Beth's hand forms a firm, squeezing band around my shaft, beneath my balls.

Cassie's hands curl behind my neck. "Oh, daddy," she weeps into my chest while I bounce her up and down my length, making her spasm and gush. I kiss the softness of her mouth, her neck, her breasts. I stroke her sides, her cheeks, her deliciously bouncy ass. Beth's other hand moves to cup my balls.

"Ma'am," Beth ventures timidly. "I could lick my-- I could like your-- I could lick Mr. Ellis's dick, while he fucks you?"

"Oh, yes," Cassie agrees at once, half-giggle, half-shriek. "Taste my pussy on his dick."

Beth leans down and begins to lap at my cock where Cassie's wetness pools. Her tongue swirls around where Cassie and I meet, tasting us both, pleasing us both. We keep her there until I cum, my cream streaming out of Cassie's slit to Beth's waiting mouth. It's perfect. It's divine. And then Cassie and I shower, emerging shiny and damp to find Beth asleep, perfectly returned to her spot at the foot of the bed. (We don't know it then, we couldn't know it yet, but Beth would sleep there for years after, being jostled and bumped nearly every night as Cassie and I cuddled and made love and fucked, listening and watching and waiting for us to call her.)

In the morning, Cassie kisses me awake and then prods Beth excitedly with her pretty, lilac-painted toes. "Hey! Make us breakfast!"

Beth snorts awake, her face lined and streaked with crusty drool, instinctively grabbing Cassie's cute foot. She looks at us with confusion, as if last night were a dream.

Cassie seizes the opportunity. "If you're going to hold my foot, you might as well rub it."

Groggily, Beth begins to knead Cassie's arches. My little girlfriend sighs, collapsing elegantly against my chest. Above the creamy sheets, her tan skin glows with golden health, her tits unbelievably smooth and buoyant and round. "Oh, yes, that feels good," Cassie coos, snuggling into me as my wife massages her feet. She twists around to kiss me. My hands, as if magnetized, find the firm, peaked orbs of her breasts. I softly twist and tweak her nipples while Beth rubs her heels. Cassie giggles.

"Go on, then," she teases my wife. "If you're going to worship me, you may as well kiss my feet."

I keep massaging Cassie's swollen tits while Beth obediently puckers and kisses each of Cassie's feet.

"You can do better than that," my girlfriend scolds good-naturedly. "Tell her, Nick."

"Beth," I warn, knowing how she's respond to the steel in my voice, knowing it'll make wetness pool between her thighs. "Don't such pretty feet deserve better treatment than that?"

Beth immediately begins to lap at the milky soles of Cassie's dainty feet, moving up to kiss and suck her little toes. Cassie and I both laugh.

"Now breakfast," Cassie demands, rolling over onto my chest. The press of her naked body is intoxicating, but-- alas-- Cassie has school, and I have a big day myself. So I let her scamper off to do her makeup and dress, while I contemplate the day. I have a dinner party tonight, with several members of my company who've flown in from LA and New York. It's more social than anything. I'd been planning to bring Beth.

I meet my girls at the table-- Cassie's dressed in a tiny, sky-blue dress with puffed sleeves and a deep, square neck, her lips raspberry-pink and glassy. Beth is in gray sweats, still looking half asleep. She's made a beautiful breakfast, however: buckwheat pancakes studded with blueberries and smeared with jam; little shots of foamy green wheatgrass; a smoothie that smell fragrantly of banana and mango.

"What a sight," I tell them together. They both beam.

I lay out my day for them.

"A dinner party! How sweet!" Cassie's eyes are aglow. "We should both go. Don't you think?"

I think of my partners. They're not a particularly stuffy lot; we take clients to strip clubs and glossy bars and golf courses; they might die of envy, but they're not going to fire me. "How's that going to work?" I laugh.

"I'll be your date, she'll be your wife," Cassie retorts tartly at once.

"Beth?"

Beth blushes beet-red. "It'll be so embarrassing."

I grin. "So you're in. Cass-- can I pick you up at seven?"

"Yes, please." She surprises me by blushing. "Will you tell them I'm your girlfriend?"

I touch her sweet little chin. "I can't wait to."

She throws herself into my arms, knocking Beth's glass over, a tiny fairy of a girl. "Oh, Nick!"

I drop Cassie off at school, kiss her goodbye. "I'll see you tonight?"

She beams. "Yes, please. Have Beth wear something conservative, okay?"

"Plotting something?"

She kisses me again, those candy lips lush and smiling. "Always, darling, always." She winks wickedly and disappearing into Cherry Hills High. I watch every head turn to watch her as she passes, the hem of her skirt bouncing up to show the very, very tops of her slender, tanned legs.

When I pick Cassie up, I'm again--somehow--floored by what I see. She's wearing a lovely, elegant dress of tight black silk, cut low to display just enough of her ample cleavage, cut just high enough on her legs to make a man wonder. Her hair falls in smooth waves down her back; her lips are red and shiny as summer cherries. She looks her age for once, could maybe even pass for twenty, and is every inch the perfect lady: feminine, delicate, desirable, pure. It's all I can do not to dig right into her.

Beth is in the back seat, wearing a cap-sleeved dress of pale grey that hangs limply to her knees. Sensible heels. Her hair limp and lackluster. She looks like Cassie's chaperone, maybe my secretary. I can tell her toes are curling.

My team is meeting at an elegant restaurant, in a private dining room called The Olive. There are six of them-- two have their wives with them, two have "dates." The other two are alone. When they see Cassie, the room practically vibrates.

"Mr. Ellis, hello," My boss, Edwin Ford, says with a slavering grin. "And who is this?"

I offer Cassie up on my arm; her newly cherry-nailed hand rests on mine as lightly as a butterfly as she steps forward and smiles demurely. "This is my girlfriend, Cassie." I nod back to Beth. "And you know my wife, Beth."

Miles Farthing makes a strange sound, half-shout. Isaac Finch claps me on the back. "Nicely, done sir."

And just like that, it's done. I'm a god.

The table is highly polished mahogany, so shiny I can see Cassie's glorious reflection in it. My boss sits at her left, at the head of the table, with his ancient wife on his other side. He's leaning in to Cassie, fully enamored. "Tell me about yourself, young lady."

Cassie smiles gracefully. "I'm so happy to be here. Nick and I are... newly connected. It's such an honor to meet you all. I feel so lucky. I know how important you are to him." And just like that, they're all in love with her too.

A host of suit-clad waiters bring glasses of champagne and plates of pretty canapes.

"Beth," Cassie calls out. "Will you fix my lipstick?"

My wife stands and takes the proffered silver tube, carefully applying it to Cassie's bow-shaped upper lip. There are titters around the table. My wife returns to her seat. I watch her shift her weight from thigh to thigh; I know this habit exactly, now just how it's squeezing that greedy, humiliation-hungry clit of hers. The thought makes me immediately hard.

Dinner progresses. Cassie calls Beth to cut her steak, to fix her hair, to dab her unmarred chin. Somehow, as the hours pass, Cassie grows only lovelier: her red lipstick smudges into poppied softness; her hair shimmers around her shoulders like a cape of candlelight. Every twist of her curved, tight body is sensual. Everyone is drunk on her. Beth is drunk on her. I watch my wife's awestruck face follow the smooth, soft slope of Cassie's teenage neck, her hands tracing the freckled folds of her own throat. I watch her swallow hard as she takes in the greedy arousal of the powerful men around the table, all of whom are slavering over my eighteen-year-old girlfriend. I wonder if my wife is proud of me, for commanding these men's envy. If she's proud of me as her pussy grows wetter, for having the sexiest little girlfriend in town.

As we sip dessert wine, Cassie finds her way into my lap, twisting against my thighs to face me. I hold her little waist, and its impossible not to admire how my fingertips and thumbs nearly overlap. Her body is so feminine, so perfect. She kisses my bottom lip soft, hungrily, sucking it lightly between her teeth. Someone behind me groans out loud. I hear the hushed rustling of men's trousers shifting as they try to accommodate their responses to my Cassie. My cock is hungry for her, furious at the layers of cloth separating me from her smooth, slick slit. She smells like cotton candy. I want to taste the soft, perfumed skin of her shoulders, bite into the tenderness of the insides of her thigh. My mouth is watering. I can feel Beth's shoulder, stiff as a board. I lean into her as my cock stiffens under Cassie's perfect little ass. She leans back into me, so hard I can feel her trembling.

We make our goodbyes in a daze. I do remember my associates leaning unnecessarily close as they bade Cassie goodbye-- and who could blame them? I could feel their eyes on us as we departed, watching the bounce of Cassie's taut ass. Watching my hands, each placed on the back of one of my girls.