Summary: College girl seduces wife and then fucks husband.

Note 1: I have been asked by a number of people for a couple of years to write a cuckquean story (which made me look up what cuckquean means). I had begun attempts on one a couple of times over the past couple of years, but I set them aside when the plots didn't work. Then after a few more requests recently, I decided to try again... this time doing a fair amount of research (reading stories, watching videos and using tumblr (before the tragedy of 2018...LOL)). This story is the fruition of months of researching and writing. This time I think it turned out very well.

Note 2: This is a fetish story. The title should make it clear what it is about. So if the concept of a wife becoming a submissive to a younger woman and willingly allowing her husband to fuck other women disgusts you... please don't read any further. On the other hand, if you clicked on this story that has a title containing the words 'cupcake' and 'cuckqueaned' it is likely something you'll want to read.

Note 3: Terminology. Since the cuckquean fetish is far less familiar to most people than say, dominance and submission (although each of these two fetishes shares similarities with the other), here are a few definitions. Please keep in mind that none of this is set in stone; it all varies depending on what works best for the participants, but here is what is more or less typical.

-Cuckquean: a wife who permits and even encourages her husband to have sex with another woman, or perhaps even with more than one other women. She is submissive to the other woman and to her husband in all things (or perhaps only in the bedroom); she usually participates in their sex play, but only as directed by them, and she thrives on being ordered around and humiliated.

-Master: the husband. He, along with the other woman, dominates his wife in all things, both in and out of the bedroom.

-Cupcake, cuckcake or Mistress: the other woman; sex partner with the Master and often with the cuckquean as well. She is also sometimes known as a Bull, but that term is not used in this story.

Note 4: I believe this is in essence a love story (albeit a very unique one), and thus it's being submitted as a 2019 Valentine's Day Story (although the real St. Valentine would probably be appalled)... so please read it with an open mind.

Note 5: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing this story.

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As Glenn fucked the nineteen-year-old babysitter while his wife Barbara knelt beside him waiting for her husband of seven years to pull out and face fuck her before depositing his load down her throat, they each flashed back to how their life and marriage had changed so drastically in not much more than twenty-four hours .

.....

Call it the seven-year itch, but for both Barbara and Glenn their marriage had stalled dramatically.

Maybe it was their having two kids (now aged one and three).

Maybe it was Barbara going back to work after more than three years away from teaching.

Maybe it was because they were both always so tired from their duties and responsibilities between working and caring for two young children.

Maybe they were just getting older.

Maybe it really was the fabled seven-year itch.

Regardless, they were both much snappier with each other than they'd ever been before. Sex together, which they'd done at least a few times a week during their first four plus years of marriage, had dwindled down to only about once a month (or two months or even three), and was never as raw and intense as it used to be.

Even when they did have sex, they both just seemed to be going through the motions.

Barbara wished Glenn would understand how exhausted she was all the time, and that he would just be willing to cuddle and listen to her more often. She also wished he would resume shaving daily, and remember to wash his hands after using his hair gel so the bathroom towel wouldn't get so sticky, and that he would wear a tie more often.

Glenn wished Barbara would dress up in the bedroom like the sexy slut she used to be. They used to love role playing... teacher and student, nurse and patient, Mary Jane and Spiderman, submissive hooker and arrogant john. He also wished she would suck his cock with the reckless abandon she used to (she was rather submissive by nature and early in their relationship she would suck his cock regularly, and even into their first few years of marriage), he wished she would wear pantyhose more often (it was his fetish) and that she would do something... anything... to indicate she was still into having sex with him, that it wasn't just a duty. He hadn't ever told her this, but he felt unloved: men tend to correlate a woman's desire for having sex with love for her man, and idiotic as this may sound, Glenn often felt that if she wasn't in the mood, the only conceivable reason was that she didn't love him anymore. Thus, he had his best orgasms (and it was a very low bar for an orgasm to qualify as 'best' these days) either from reading erotica or watching porn (with a fleshlight he kept hidden in a tool closet downstairs).

Yet, regardless of the lull in their sex life and the exhaustion that caring for two young children brought them (especially because they were both boys), they did love each other, even if they didn't show it like they used to, or feel that their affections were particularly reciprocated. To tell the truth, they were both miserable.

Until Glenn suggested a date night.

At first Barbara built a wall out of a dozen reasons why they couldn't have one... the foremost reason being they would need to entrust their young children to a babysitter for the evening, something they hadn't ever done even once since Davis, their eldest, was born. At least not at night, since utilizing some sort of child care during the day while they were at work was unavoidable. Even for that imperative service, it had taken them a month to find someone to babysit the kids during the daytime, as Barbara was very particular.

But perceiving that Glenn was trying to mend their relationship, something she wished he would do more of, and something she dearly and sometimes even tearfully hoped they could succeed at, she agreed to his date idea, but only on the condition they could find a babysitter she could approve of.

Barbara called Tiffany, a colleague and friend who also had children, and who had mentioned during her first week back to school after having her second child Simon, that she knew a babysitter who would change their life if they ever decided they needed one. Barbara thought the eulogy of 'changing their life' was a little over the top, but in Barbara's view Tiffany was often over the top.

"Hi, Tiffany, do you still have the contact information for that babysitter you recommended back in September?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah, sure," Tiffany answered, having hoped Barbara would take her up on the offer... having planted the seed back when the school year started, and mentioning it monthly ever since.

"What's her name?" Barbara asked.

"Cassandra," Tiffany answered, already exulting over how happy Cassandra would be if Tiffany recruited another couple... especially a hot one like Glenn and Barbara.

"And how old is she?" Barbara asked, still reticent about allowing a stranger into her house. She truly wanted to do anything she could to reignite the spark with Glenn, but she was almost irrationally paranoid about something happening to her babies.

"Nineteen," Tiffany answered, "she's in her first year of college."

"What is she taking?" Barbara asked, trying to get as much information as possible.

"Psychology mainly," Tiffany answered, "plus biology, chemistry and math."

Barbara liked that Cassandra was older, almost out of her teens instead of just entering them; she also liked that she obviously had some brains. Yet it felt weird for a college girl to want to babysit. She asked, "Isn't she too old to be babysitting two toddlers?"

"She loves kids and only babysits for a few families, including mine," Tiffany answered, leaving out the details that she utilized babysitting as a way to seduce the husband, and then make the wife into a cuckquean as she'd done to Tiffany last year when she'd been her student. (Well actually, she seduced Tiffany in her classroom one day, turned her into her submissive lesbian plaything, and then seduced Tiffany's husband... a pair of conquests that had changed the married couple's life completely, as they both came to accept who they were.)

"And you think she'll take me on?" Barbara asked.

"In a heartbeat, if I recommend you," Tiffany answered, already imagining Barbara buried between her legs.

For any new couple that joined Cassandra's growing flock of pets because of Tiffany's recommendation, the wife would also become a submissive to Tiffany... like a sexual pyramid scheme. (Invariably in cuckqueaning the wife becomes a submissive to the cupcake, in this case Cassandra, and to her own husband, and perhaps to other people as well.) Barbara was hot and kind of bitchy... two qualities that would impress Cassandra.

"And how do you know her?" Barbara asked, still doing her due diligence, and also trying to uncover even the smallest reason to reject her... still not comfortable with leaving her children with any babysitter at all (and wishing she and Glenn had family closer than five hours away).

"She was one of my students last year, and was the valedictorian at graduation. She's a go-getter (yeah, as in she goes and gets married men), determined (to turn their wives into pussy pleasing submissive cuckqueans who'll willingly allow their husbands to fuck both her and other hot younger women) and structured (there was a clear hierarchy, she was on top and anyone who questioned or challenged her in any way was disciplined)," Tiffany answered, minus the parentheticals of course, her pussy dampening her thong as she already envisioned giving Mistress Cassandra the good news.

"She sounds too good to be true," Barbara said, still not completely convinced.

"I guarantee that once you engage her, your life will begin to make sense," Tiffany said, before realizing she probably wasn't making much sense to Barbara, since she was alluding to things that hadn't yet happened but surely would, once Cassandra directed her blowtorch at this couple that was in desperate need of a spark.

Although Tiffany's words sounded weird and rather grandiose, Barbara grudgingly decided she should at least call the girl and see if she was available.

If she wasn't, then it wasn't meant to be.

And if the girl said anything the least bit questionable during the phone conversation, then it also wasn't meant to be.

Tiffany said, "I'll call her and give her your number."

"Why? I can just call her myself," Barbara proposed.

"So I can let her know you're a couple worth taking on," Tiffany explained. "Like I said, she's very selective about who she works for."

"Oh, okay," Barbara agreed. "But please do it soon. Glenn wants to have our first date night ASAP. At least I hope it'll be the first of more, we'll have to see how it goes."

Tiffany caught Barbara's less than confident tone. She counseled, "I know, remember that I've needed to dry your tears more than once about your floundering marriage. I'm convinced this sorry state isn't anybody's fault, but I also think you two likely need more than just a date night, you'll need a complete rejuvenation. Believe it or not, I think you'll find Cassandra to be a wonderful catalyst for your resurgence."

Tiffany recalled how Cassandra had turned her own stagnant marriage around as soon as she'd turned Tiffany into a bisexual, cunt-craving submissive. God, was she hungry for Cassandra's young, ripe, pussy... and she was confident she would have earned a very special treat or two once Cassandra met Barbara and Glenn.

"I'll call her as soon as I hang up with you," Tiffany promised, dying to do just that.

"Okay, thanks," Barbara said. "And I'm sorry about being such a Debbie Downer, but I haven't left the kids with anyone in the evening... ever."

"Then it's definitely time to change that," Tiffany replied, knowing Barbara was in for a lot of changes she wasn't expecting.

They hung up, and Tiffany immediately phoned her Mistress.

"Hi, slut," Cassandra greeted, as she was watching television while one of her many pets, this time a high school senior volleyball player, was licking her pussy.

"I have a new couple for you," Tiffany announced excitedly.

"About time," Cassandra replied; even though she was pleased on the inside, she'd learned early in her journey as a cupcake (a term she didn't really like, she preferred the more powerful term 'Mistress', which had clear connotations, especially a distinct separation between her pets and herself) never to appear too pleased with her pets.

Tiffany had been hoping for a more enthusiastic response, but she persevered, "You'll love this couple."

"Go on," the teen Mistress offered distantly, as she flipped channels.

"Barbara is almost thirty, really pretty, huge tits like yours, although she hasn't lost all the baby weight of having two kids in three years; she's a teacher on my staff who always dresses in a skirt or dress and nylons... even on casual Fridays," Tiffany listed, knowing her Mistress's fetish for nylons.

Tiffany liked what she was hearing, but kept that to herself and asked absently, almost dismissively, "And the husband?"

"I've only met him twice, but he's an ex-college wide receiver who blew out his knee, or he likely would have gone pro; he was drafted by some NFL team before his injury. He's model hot, a banker, and according to Barbara, is always horny," Tiffany listed, recalling Barbara complaining about always getting nagged for sex as if she were still his college slut.

Tiffany had harbored similar complaints about Cameron before discovering her true sexual calling as a cuckquean.

Cassandra moaned, both because of her cunt munching pet and because Tiffany's description of her prospective targets sounded perfect. Giving her pet a very rare compliment, always critical in the training and maintenance of a pet to keep them humble and eager, to keep them feeling appreciated but not overmuch, "Good job, slut. You'll be rewarded soon if this couple proves to be as ripe for the picking as you say."

"Oh, under your tutelage I think they'll tumble right out of the tree," Tiffany replied, excited to get her cupcake's approval and the promise of a reward.

Tiffany's most recent reward had been to eat three loads of cum out of three college freshmen's pussies... all former students of hers... then later learning that all three loads had come from other former students of hers.

Tiffany gave Barbara's phone number to Cassandra and then hoped that when her husband arrived home he'd allow her to extract a load of his creamy cum (he would often refuse her the privilege of sucking his cock for days at a time), and then be allowed to hump herself to orgasm against either his leg, the arm of the couch, or the knob of their bed (which had driven her crazy when she tried it for the first time last week). These were pretty much her only options whenever Cameron allowed her to get herself off; she was never allowed to fuck him without Cassandra's specific permission, although she always loved the chance to participate in some fashion whenever he and Cassandra fucked.

Cassandra meanwhile leaned back and allowed the senior to get her off while she pondered the opportunity of a new couple to cuck.

Months ago Tiffany had already become a perfect cuckquean, having been trained by her cupcake (God she loved that term... even more than she loved the term Mistress (although both made her pussy tingle)), when she was sent the ten-step instruction guide to being a perfect wife both in and out of the bedroom (ironically the instructions weren't much different from the 1950s 'Good Wife's Guide' that she openly mocked when she brought it up in her English class to demonstrate the evolution of women's rights in recent decades). Oddly, almost every recommendation from that antique and misogynistic document was something Tiffany now followed routinely as part of her submission as a wife and a cuckquean.

As her pussy burned with the anticipation of telling her husband, her Master, about the potential of having Barbara soon becoming their fuck toy, she re-read the expectations given to her by her Mistress... expectations that she now lived by 24/7.

It began with a note from Cassandra:

In case you are reading this and wondering what a cupcake will expect from you, as well as your husband's expectations in your new complex relationship between you, your husband-Master, and your cupcake-Mistress... here is the guide I have created to help you to understand and accept your role as both cuckquean and submissive lesbian slut.

1. BEAUTY IS ON THE OUTSIDE

Men are intoxicated by beauty, and thus you must always appear at your most attractive (hair, make-up, perfume and clothing). The moment you let yourself go, you become replaceable. (The only exception is recovery from giving birth... but even that is not an excuse to let yourself go for years!)

Note: Your feelings about this or anything else are not relevant... you were born to please your man and to follow his lead in all things.

2. 1950s HOUSEWIFE AT HOME

Men work hard and deserve to come home to a clean, tidy house and a hearty meal. You will cook what he wants to eat. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... but that is only partly true... your primary role is to keep him well fed and prepared for sex with his prettier, younger woman.

3. OBEY YOUR MASTER, OBEY YOUR CUCKCAKE

Do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it without hesitation.

Do whatever she wants, whenever she wants it without hesitation.

4. DRESS TO IMPRESS

A cuckquean dresses like a slut... always (yes, even at work, but beneath her respectable business attire). This will ALWAYS include either a garter and stockings or thigh high stockings... NO EXCEPTIONS.

5. BE PREPARED TO PLEASE 24/7

You are to edge daily (although you are not allowed to come without permission from your Master or Cuckcake) so you will always be prepared to perform as nothing more or less than a wet, eager, bimbo, ready to be used by him or her without hesitation.

6. BECOME THEIR FUCK TOY

You have three holes... each is to be available for your Master's or Cuckcake's pleasure whenever and wherever they want to use you. Being fucked or being used is your sole purpose in life (other than mothering your children of course), and you will continually strive to improve your licking, sucking and fucking skills.

7. FIND HAPPINESS IN THE JOY OF SERVING

You will only feel fulfilled when you are giving pure pleasure to your Master and Cuckcake in whatever ways they wish. Your happiness is second to theirs... well, third!

As Tiffany read this for the umpteenth time, she smiled. And went to begin supper before touching up her makeup... her Master would be home soon.

.....

Barbara was already having second thoughts about leaving her children with a stranger when the phone rang. She answered it. "Hello."
"Hello Barbara, this is Cassandra; Tiffany gave me your number," Cassandra greeted (after she'd come all over the senior girl's face and sent her on her way).

"Oh, hi," Barbara greeted. "I wasn't expecting a call so quickly."

"Tiffany said she thought it was urgent," Cassandra explained.

"Oh well, she may have been exaggerating a bit," Barbara replied, although it was true she'd wanted a response ASAP.

"Well, I'm free the next couple of evenings," Cassandra offered, even though she would readily shuffle her other appointments if need be for the opportunity to take control of a new couple... especially if they were as delicious as Tiffany claimed they were.

"I was hoping for tomorrow," Barbara said, deciding that even though she still wasn't comfortable leaving her children behind for an evening, she and Glenn desperately needed a night out together... and if Tiffany trusted this girl, she was almost certainly a safe choice.

"What time do you have in mind?" Cassandra asked professionally, inwardly excited by the possibilities lying ahead.

"Six," Barbara answered, "although I'd love you to come over a little early so you can spend a few minutes with the boys before we leave."

"Certainly," Cassandra agreed. "I'll be there at 5:30."

"Sounds great," Barbara agreed, finally getting somewhat excited by the possibility of a night without whining, crying or changing diapers.

Cassandra explained her rates, which Barbara found quite reasonable when she considered she was hiring a girl who was technically an adult as well as very experienced. "See you then," Cassandra finished.

"Good night," Barbara replied before hanging up.

.....

Cassandra showed up the next day exactly at 5:30 in a blue blouse that deemphasized her large breasts, a skirt that went all the way to her knees, and black thigh highs... a look that made her look professional and mature instead of like a college student... a look that typically achieved two effects on the women she was meeting: it relaxed them concerning the safety of their children, but it also made them feel slightly insecure as they compared their mid-life appearance and body to hers... this latter effect quite purposeful as she immediately began the cucking of a wife without her prey even having a clue.

Barbara was surprised by how pretty the babysitter was, and was also surprised by how mature she appeared, not to mention her professional attire. Today's high school students dressed like sluts or slobs, sometimes both, and that annoyed her. "Hi, I'm Barbara, please come in," she greeted warmly.

"I'm Cassandra," Cassandra greeted, as she walked in and gave the MILF she was planning on turning a big tit-crushing hug.

Barbara was shocked by the sudden hug, she wasn't a hugger (one of the reasons she taught high school instead of little kids). She also couldn't help but notice the teen had a large pair of breasts very like her own.

Cassandra knew that a seduction was based on subtlety (usually), and therefore backed out of Barbara's space and said, also knowing the power of compliments in building trust. "You look amazing for having two kids in three years."

"Thank you," Barbara smiled, appreciating the rare compliment she was receiving, as she added, "I still need to lose another twenty pounds."

"Don't we all," Cassandra said, fishing for a compliment, as she definitely didn't need to lose any weight at all.

Barbara scoffed, "As if you need to lose weight."

"I'm flattered," Cassandra said, taking Barbara's hand and giving it a squeeze... again, subtlety was the key. "So, can I meet the boys?"

"Of course," Barbara said, highly impressed with the pleasantness and beauty of this babysitter. She could see why Tiffany liked her so much. The girl was smart, sweet and pretty.

Barbara led Cassandra into the living room, where three-year-old Davis was playing with blocks while one-year-old Simon was lying on the rug.

"They're so cute," Cassandra crooned, as she reached down and picked up Simon and shifted to baby talk, "Aren't you just the sweetest thing, boo-boo."

Cassandra by the way, honestly did love children, especially babies, and had only discovered how this affinity could lead to sexual power when she'd been in high school and over a period of time had, to her initial surprise, ended up controlling her neighbour, which had awakened this predatory side of her. Well not predatory exactly, because her prey always ended up thrilled with their new lives.

"Not so cute when they keep you up all night or have another dirty diaper," Barbara said.

"Well, tonight you'll get a few hours without any diapers," Cassandra pointed out.

"That will be nice,' Barbara agreed. "Can you watch them while I finish getting ready?"

"Of course," Cassandra replied.

Barbara arrived upstairs just as Glenn got out of the shower. Glenn, who was wearing just a towel asked, "So how is the babysitter?"

"I hate to admit it, but I like her."

"Really?" Glenn asked, quite surprised.

"She seems very mature," Barbara added.

"That's great," Glenn said, relieved, as he walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek.

"Hey, don't get me all wet," Barbara objected.

"That's exactly what I want to do tonight," Glenn quipped, trying for flirtatious.

"Gross," Barbara sighed, no longer finding Glenn's sexual innuendos funny.

"You used to find my wit charming," Glenn pointed out, a little annoyed at his wife's prissy response.

"I did, but now it's just creepy," Barbara said, having no patience with Glenn's constant come-ons.

"Whatever," Glenn said, giving an overly dramatic sigh.

Barbara sighed herself before retreating to the bathroom. "Why don't you ever turn on the fan when you shower?" she yelled back to him, a constant reminder she had to give him, which by now annoyed the fuck out of her.

Glenn just sighed again, partly because she made a big deal out of every fucking picky thing, and partly because he'd forgotten again. He knew he only made matters worse by not remembering these simple things, but they just weren't things he found important, and thus he constantly forgot. He hated how she made such a massive deal out of such trivialities.

Barbara just wished he'd stop acting like he was an eighteen-year-old pervert; she was a mother of two now and not some college slut... although there had been a time when those same words had led to his cock sliding into her mouth for a delightful bonding interlude before they fucked as she loved feeling it slamming inside her. Fuck, maybe I am becoming too much of a prude.

As Barbara shaved her legs, something else she seldom did anymore (and was only doing it now because Glenn had promised her a special evening), she decided to make more of an effort. She even went so far as to trim her pussy, although she didn't shave it completely since she hated that feeling, especially when the stubble started growing back.

Barbara next did her makeup and hair. She put on pantyhose for his sake and a cute, sexy red dress that showcased all three of her best assets: her big tits, her tight ass and her fit legs.

Although Glenn had been stewing in annoyance, that state ended the moment his wife walked out, all dolled up for the first time in two years (that time had been for a wedding). He stared at her, reminded of just how beautiful she was; something men take for granted when they see their wives every day. "Sweetheart, you look amazing."

"You look pretty hot too," Barbara smiled, admiring him in a nice suit and tie. That was normal, he wore a suit and tie every day to work, but this time she was looking at him, really looking at him, instead of seeing him as just another feature in the generic chit-chat daze of each morning or each arrival home. She too had succumbed to the basic continuity of marriage and had been taking him too much for granted. She'd married him after all, and that had been because he had many qualities she really liked.

"Well, let's go and enjoy a nice festive night," Glenn said, as he glanced down at her nylon-clad feet (his fetish) but was disappointed to see her toenails weren't painted, and the nylons had reinforced toes. He preferred sandalfoot nylons that clearly showed her sexy toes, and he loved them painted (something she hadn't done in so long he couldn't recall the last time).

"Sorry, I ran out of time to paint my nails," Barbara apologized, knowing he liked them painted, and that she hadn't done them since before Simon was born... it was just too much effort to bend over and do it, and she wasn't about to pay a babysitter just so she could go get a pedicure and manicure.

"No worries," he reassured her, although he was more annoyed by the reinforced toe pantyhose... he couldn't fathom why she still owned a pair after all this time.

Barbara knew he was annoyed, although she wasn't sure if it was from the earlier conversation, the unpainted toenails, or the reinforced hosiery... she just thought they were more practical financially, and she hadn't bought any in over a year, since pantyhose were silly when she was at home with the kids, and reinforced ones were more practical for work, since they didn't tear so easily. Plus, since she dressed in the mornings after he left (he had a long commute into the city since they lived in a suburb) and since she undressed from work before he got home, he never had to look at the hosiery he called 'disgusting'. She actually liked how sheer nylons showcased her legs, the only body part that hadn't been affected by two pregnancies in three years, but she could care less about what style the toes were.

They arrived downstairs and Glenn could barely hold in a gasp as he caught sight of their babysitter... also in nylons... but these ones were indeed sandalfoot and her well-groomed toenails were painted sexy, seductress red.

Both Barbara and Cassandra noticed Glenn's staring at the babysitter's legs and feet. Cassandra had long ago learned the power of nylons... as many men were turned on by them, and even some women, especially older women, saw them as body enhancements to their physical package: something today's generation didn't understand, or if they did, they didn't care enough to put the effort in.

Cassandra walked over to Glenn with Simon in one arm, and greeted, "Hi, Mr. Barry, I'm Cassandra."

And then like she'd done to Barbara, she pulled him into a hug (one-armed), letting him feel her large breasts (which may not have made their normal impression on this man, since his wife also had a nice pair of tits... it was really impactful for men whose wives had small tits).

Glenn was surprised as he felt her breasts molding themselves against him.

Barbara was surprised and couldn't decide whether the girl was being friendly or brazen.

"Nice to meet you too," Glenn said, trying to act casual as his cock hardened from the dual delights of the babysitter's stocking-clad feet and her breasts briefly pressing against him.

"You two look dapper," Cassandra complimented, using a term from the past, and also one that was safe within the context of polite conversation.

"Thank you," Glenn said, as he glanced back down at the babysitter's sexy sheer showcased toes.

Barbara noticed where his attention rested and prompted, "We should get going."

"Sure, sure," Cassandra nodded, wiggling her toes temptingly, easily able to read this hot DILF (Dad I'd like to fuck), or the term she'd created herself, DIWF (Dad I will fuck). "Have fun."

Glenn was captivated by the sheer nylon toes, something he hadn't seen much of in the past couple of years except occasionally at work when his loan officer Pam wore open-toed heels, and of course, online where he often searched out pantyhose feet or watched scenes where women were being fucked in nylons without heels on.

"Thanks," Glenn acknowledged, in a daze.

Barbara took charge of his hand and led him to the door. They put on their shoes and headed out.

Once they were in the car and moving, Glenn offered, "She seems nice."

"You sure liked her," Barbara accused, her tone not happy.

"What?" Glenn asked, playing dumb.

"Don't pretend you didn't find her hot," Barbara challenged.

"She is quite pretty," Glenn agreed, trying to play it somewhat safe, knowing he was on dangerous ground here... truth be told, he felt he was standing on quicksand and could sink through at any moment.

"You were pretty much drooling," Barbara stated.

"Not a single drop," Glenn denied, confident that no drool had actually left his mouth.

"I wasn't being literal," Barbara said with a frustrated sigh.

"Look, let's not fight," Glenn urged. "Tonight is about us."

Barbara realized he was right. She was the one who'd hired a hot babysitter, and it wasn't Glenn's fault she was wearing the right kind of nylons, painted her toes and looked so hot. Barbara then realized that at least within her own head she'd just called the babysitter hot. "You're right, honey," she said, putting her hand on his leg and adding, trying to be sexy and playful, "It's not your fault I tempted you with a hot, slutty babysitter."

"Slutty?" Glenn questioned, surprised by her sudden shift from angry to sexy.

She rested her hand on his cock, not surprised it was hard, "Did our babysitter get your cock hard?"

Warning alarms clamored in his head. This was a trap!

Barbara continued, rubbing his hard on through his dress pants, not sure why she was suddenly feeling frisky, and enjoying teasing her clearly deer-in-the-headlights husband, "What got you going, dear? Was it her pretty green eyes, her flaming red hair, her big tits, her nylon-clad legs, or her painted toenails? All of the above, perhaps?"

"I plead the Fifth," Glenn finally managed, the best he could come up with as he groaned from his wife's hand on his cock. Very few women understand that one of the sexiest things she can do is to caress, squeeze or play with a man's cock while he's still dressed. It's a real turn on... as is, of course, dirty talk.

"We live in Canada, that isn't a thing here," Barbara refuted, as she continued rubbing his cock. "Go on, wax loquacious and try to dig yourself out, I dare you."

"Then I plea silence for marital peace," he said, pretty sure he was still in the danger zone... like when a woman asks if what she's wearing makes her look fat. If you tell her yes, you're being cruel and insensitive; but telling her no, that she looks wonderful, might appear to be the safer response, however if later on she decides you were lying and that you allowed her to appear in public wearing something less than flattering... well, then you're just an asshole.

"It's okay darling," she teased, deciding to be brazen, "If I were a lesbian, even I would fuck her."

"What's gotten into you?" Glenn asked with a groan as while he was still driving, she went so far as to unzip him and start fishing his cock out of his pants.

"Not this fine specimen for quite some time," she giggled as she struggled to get his cock out, having no idea what had gotten her so frisky.

"That lack can be rectified," Glenn said, as he rolled up to a red light and helped his beautiful wife get his cock out. She hadn't given him head in months, and she hadn't given him head while he was driving since the time they were traveling to the lake before the kids were born.

"Rectified? Okay, I'm giving you my rectum," Barbara joked, trying to be witty.

"I didn't mean that," Glenn apologized, as his cock was finally released from its confinement and fearing that one little thing could quickly end Barbara's amorous mood.

"I was kidding," she teased, as he resumed driving and lo and behold, she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, God," he moaned, her lips wrapped around his cock feeling so good.

She only bobbed for about twenty seconds before he slowed down and she sat back up.

"That was awesome," he said, although he was disappointed it was so brief.

"We need to do more of this," she said, sitting back up.

"You blowing me while I drive?" he asked.

"No," she said, "just you and me. And doing whatever we decide to do."

"Agreed," he nodded, as he resumed driving, his hard cock still on display and saluting her.

Once they were inside the restaurant they chatted about work, they chatted about upcoming activities including Sunday's banquet for employees of his bank and their families, they chatted about whatever, the best part being they just got to be a couple, without the constant stress and interruptions of children. And they didn't bicker about anything. Not once.

As they were driving back home, Glenn asked, "So how is the babysitter getting home?"

"She drove," Barbara said.

"Good, because I'm wiped and I have to leave extra early tomorrow morning."

"So I'm not getting a hard fucking?" Barbara asked bluntly, although more for shock value. She too was kind of tired.

"I can probably fit that in."

"Oh, it would definitely fit in," she smiled, reaching over and giving his flaccid cock a playful squeeze.

"We definitely need to get a babysitter more often."

"Agreed," she nodded.

He yawned, "Hopefully the kids like her."

"Probably not as much as you do," she teased.

"You're the one who wanted to fuck her," he pointed out.

"Oh? And would you like to see that?" she teased with a sly smile.

"Would you invite me?" he asked for an answer, skirting his true answer: one million times yes.

"Would you prefer to see me between her legs or her between mine?" Barbara asked, oddly envisioning herself between Cassandra's legs. Barbara had had a few lesbian encounters in college and had really enjoyed eating pussy, something she hadn't done since graduation. The thought wafted into her head that Cassandra must have a sweet-tasting pussy.

"Now you're really testing me," Glenn said, even as he envisioned his wife between the teen girl's nylon-clad legs and remembered Barbara telling him she'd experimented some in college.

"I'm serious," Barbara continued, "if when we got home we found that sexy slut in our bedroom wearing nothing but her sexy nylons, what would you want to see?"

"You're serious?" Glenn asked. They'd occasionally talked about a threesome early in their relationship, mostly fantasizing about adding another girl, although Barbara had admitted once when she was drunk that she might fancy getting double penetrated or spit-roasted. Both were fantasies she hadn't fulfilled in her wild college years, but even with all their talk and speculation nothing had ever materialized, mostly because they both were worried about how they might judge each other the day after, and once their kids had appeared, any conversation about those topics had ended entirely.

"I am serious," she nodded. "Would you like to see her between my legs licking away, or me between her legs licking away?" Truth was, if she had her own way, she'd definitely be the one doing the licking, both because she preferred the submissive role and loved eating pussy, and also because she could tell by the way Cassandra presented herself that if she was lesbian or bi, which now in 2019 was a realistic possibility, that she would be more of a dominant.

"So a 69 isn't an option?" he asked.

"Perhaps, but answer the question," she continued.

"Am I involved?" he asked, knowing if he had his druthers, it would be the babysitter eating Barbara while he fucked the babysitter.

"You're involved, but only as a masturbating observer," she explained before adding, with the wickedest of smiles, "at least at first."

"You're driving me crazy," he told her, his cock once again rock hard.

She squeezed his cock and observed, "I have with me some firm evidence that you like the idea."

"Any man would," Glenn countered, which he imagined was true.
"So? Answer."

"I'd love to see you going down on her," he blurted out.

"So you want to see your slutty wife eating teen twat?" she asked, trying to be nasty.

"Yes," he agreed, "so long as my going along with your calling yourself a slut doesn't blow up in my face," as he rolled up the driveway and into the garage.

As soon as he stopped the engine, she unbuckled her seatbelt, fished out his cock and sucked on it furiously, the entire time not thinking about him, but visualizing herself in Cassandra's pussy, which she just knew would be heavenly.

Glenn's balls were boiling within seconds from the nasty talk, from the wicked visuals in his head and from the first eager blow job he'd received in years. He warned her in just over a minute, feeling like a teenage boy again, "I'm going to come."

Barbara didn't mind swallowing, although she hadn't in a long time, but she knew in this position she would likely gag, so she backed off and jerked her husband's seven-inch cock until his seed spewed straight up in the air like a rocket, it happening so quickly that some of it hit her neck right under the chin.

"Come for me, baby," Barbara purred, knowing she would be masturbating her ass off tonight unless Glenn was still up for round two or some pussy munching. She wished she had bought a new vibrator, her last one having died over a year ago, and she hadn't figured it was worth buying a new one since her libido had seemed to die just like the toy... yet somehow this sexy babysitter had reawakened that dormant libido, and tonight she was horny as fuck... so much so that she regretted not having ridden his cock instead of just sucking it off.

"I still am coming," he shivered, as he came hard... five cannon ropes shooting out of him.

Once he was done, leaving cum on his shirt and tie, she bent down and sucked some drops of cum off the end of his cock.

After a moment she sat back up, scooped up cum from her neck, put it in her mouth and said, "I'd forgotten how much I love cum."

"Well, I usually have some ready and waiting for you, so whenever you're in the mood..." Glenn smiled, feeling like maybe tonight was the rekindling of their dormant sex life he'd longed for.

"We'd better get inside though," she said, "the babysitter will have heard us drive into the garage."

"Yeah, our garage opener isn't very quiet," he agreed, yawning again.

"I'll deal with the babysitter, you go and get ready for bed," she said, "you don't want to let her see all that cum on you."

"That would be weird," he agreed.

"And you owe me an orgasm this weekend," she said, as he tucked his cock away with another gentle squeeze.

"I promise."

"I love you, Glenn."

"I love you too, honey," he returned as they kissed.

Glenn then said, "Let's commit to monthly date nights."

"Maybe semi-monthly," she suggested.

"Does that mean you with the babysitter?" he joked.

"Maybe," she smiled back, letting him enjoy the fantasy.

Once they were in the house, Glenn went right upstairs while Barbara walked into the living room and asked, "How were the rug rats?"

"Great," Cassandra said, standing up and turning to her prey.

"No problems?"

"None," Cassandra said, as she noticed a gob of obviously very recent cum on Barbara's dress. "You have two great kids."

"Thanks," Barbara said.

"You two must have had a fair amount of fun," Cassandra said knowingly, deciding her discovery might advance her seduction. Her original plan had been for her to leave something here and return to fetch it tomorrow to provide her an opportunity for adding fire to the flames of seduction... yet she had a hunch based on the MILF's red cheeks and slight distraction, that Barbara hadn't gotten off yet.

"Pardon?" Barbara asked.

Cassandra swept her finger through the cum, scooping it up and transporting it to the MILF's mouth, "You missed some."

When Barbara, whose cheeks were instantly burning in embarrassment, went to speak, although she didn't know what she wanted to say, Cassandra placed her cum-coated finger in the MILF's stunned mouth.

Cassandra rebuked her gently with a teasing smile, "You should never waste your man's cum."

Barbara, in a daze, sucked the cum off the finger, completely bewildered by what was suddenly transpiring.

When Cassandra pulled her finger out, she decided to go for broke right here and now, so she reached her hand under the MILF's dress and rubbed her pantyhose-clad pussy, which was, as expected, wet. She said, "I'm guessing he didn't return the favour."

"W-w-what are you doing?" Barbara stammer-moaned, as she was suddenly being molested by her babysitter... and God, it felt good.

"Now both of us know you need to come," Cassandra continued, rubbing the MILF's pussy through her wet panties.

"This is..." Barbara began, but couldn't finish her sentence smoothly as the pleasure distracted her, "...oohhh... wrong."

"Is it?" Cassandra asked, as she used both hands to lower Barbara's pantyhose and panties just enough so she could return her hand to an unobstructed pussy. "You don't seem to be stopping me, my dear."

"Oh, God," Barbara moaned, as the insistent fingers parted her pussy lips and resumed rubbing. The nasty talk with Glenn in the car, the blowjob, as well as the fantasies she'd mentioned to him of something just like this happening, were making her feel and behave like a bitch in heat.

"Just let go, my pet," Cassandra instructed her soothingly, deciding now was the time to call this muddled mental mess of haven't-quite-come-yet housewife 'pet', establishing a clear hierarchy between them.

Barbara noticed the term pet, something she hadn't been called since her third year of college. At that time, she'd been addressed that way by an older woman she'd serviced for most of the year. But right now she was so tempted, the pleasure was so good, but she couldn't cheat on her husband. If she was going to allow this to happen, she needed to have him be a part of it. "My husband is upstairs."

"I know," Cassandra nodded, as she pushed the MILF down on the couch in one swift movement.

"We can't," Barbara protested weakly, even while she opened her legs.

Cassandra tore the pantyhose at the crotch, something she'd done more than once as she replied, "Then get up and walk away, my pet."

Barbara felt twenty again.

She felt once again like the natural submissive she was.

She knew she should get up and leave.

She knew she should go to her marital bed with her husband. Maybe he'd even fuck her.

As Cassandra watched the MILF ponder the threat, she slid a finger insider her.

"Ohhhhh," Barbara moaned, the finger distracting her from the morality conversation she was conducting inside her head.

"Do you want to come, my pet?" Cassandra asked as she finger fucked the moaning MILF.

"Yes," Barbara answered mindlessly, the pleasure consuming her had won the argument she realized she was only pretending to have with herself.

"Yes, what, my pet?" Cassandra asked, slowing down, not letting the pet come until she'd declared her lust.

"Yes, I need to come," Barbara admitted, wanting that finger moving faster.

"Why should I make you come? Because you're my pet?" Cassandra asked, as she moved her finger around inside the MILF, looking for the magical g-spot that was always the deal-maker for any seduction.

"Yes," Barbara weakly moaned, willing to say anything to come.

"Yes, what?" Cassandra questioned again, drawing the MILF into stating a clear submissive relationship with her.

"Yes, I'll be your pet, Mistress," Barbara replied, adding the word she'd used for two other dominant women in the past.

"Good girl," Cassandra purred, as she found the g-spot and tapped it just once, happy with the addition of the term 'Mistress'.

"Oh, God!" Barbara gasped, that tap being something she'd never felt before... a rush of pleasure hit her body like an electric shock.

"Have you eaten cunt before, my pet?" Cassandra asked, having a hunch this prudish MILF's past could be a little naughty.

"Back in college," Barbara admitted, not even pondering whether to be open with her... she couldn't help being open... her self-protective barriers were down... and the idea of tasting this teen's cunt was making her mouth salivate.

"Hungry for mine?" Cassandra asked, giving her two quick taps on the g-spot.

"Starving," Barbara admitted, looking right into the teen's hypnotic green eyes.

Suddenly they were interrupted as Glenn called down, "You coming, honey?"

"Soon," Barbara called back, hoping that was true in multiple contexts.

"Okay, I'm hitting the sheets," Glenn called back down, completely wiped.

"Okay," Barbara called back, "I'm just getting to know Cassandra better."

"Take all the time you need," Glenn called back, imagining the two in a hot 69, just wishful thinking of course, unaware that in truth he was giving Cassandra the time she needed to complete this turn.

"Thanks," Barbara called back, as Cassandra pulled her finger out and put it to her mouth.

Cassandra said, always enjoying fresh cunt, although she was much more of a cunt munching receiver than a giver, "Mmmmmm, such a nice tasting twat."

"Thank you, Mistress," Barbara said, looking at the teen through a lustful daze.

"Your husband encouraged us to take our time," Cassandra said, as she pulled the MILF down so she was lying on the couch.

"He could still wander down at any moment," Barbara warned, even as she prepared to taste the teen's cunt.

"Then he'll get a very pleasant surprise," Cassandra shrugged, as she straddled the MILF, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties, she was a natural redhead, and she was wearing thigh high stockings.

Barbara said, staring at the pink appetizing cunt, and placing her hands reverently upon the sheer nylons on each side of her core, "My husband would love you."

"Good to know," Cassandra said, knowing she would be fucking this husband very soon. "Now even though it's been a long time for you, I imagine you know exactly what to do."

"I think it will come back to me, Barbara smiled, although Cassandra couldn't see it, as she leaned her head up slightly and began licking.

"Good girl," Cassandra moaned, always encouraging a new pet... building a bond of trust. She also loved the feeling of that first contact... the official moment of no return for a prey just before she becomes a pet.

"You taste so good," Barbara said, as the sweet taste of cum was like fireworks on her taste buds. How had she, cold turkey, quit this amazing task, turned her back on this addicting taste all those years ago? And why?

"I know," Cassandra said, as she enjoyed the eager MILF's tongue.

Barbara lapped with the exuberant eagerness of a first timer, wanting to please her teen Mistress, wanting to get her off, wanting to taste the full flood of her cunt cum. At this moment she wasn't a wife, she wasn't a mother, she was no more than a submissive rug-munching slut, and she relished this brief reprieve from society's expectations of a woman and mother.

Cassandra was prepared to accelerate the cuckqueaning process if Glenn came downstairs, but until that happened, if it did, she would focus on the pet now serving her. "That's it slut," she moaned, adding the name calling which was essential to the full training of an obedient cuckquean. "Eat my kitty, you're a natural pussy pleasing pet."

Being called slut and pet had Barbara a muddled mess, but in a good way, a fulfilling way, a helpless way, and she attacked the teen's pussy, wanting to get her off and show herself as a good pet to her.

Cassandra enjoyed her newest pet's eager tongue until she finally was about to come. She moaned as she grabbed the back of Barbara's head and began grinding, "Get ready for your treat, my pet."

A rush of expectation went up Barbara's back at those words, and she stopped moving from her own volition, and just extended her tongue into her Mistress's maelstrom and allowed the teen to use her face to get herself off, even as she felt her own cunt quivering, desperate to be touched.

In a few more seconds, Cassandra let out a gush of cunt cum all over the pretty wife's face, who eagerly licked it up like it was the champagne of the heavens.

Cassandra let the MILF lap up her cum until her orgasm was done before she lifted herself off and said, as she moved between the MILF's legs, "For being such a good slut pet, I'll show you what unconditional submissive obedience can give you."

"Oh my," Barbara said in a satisfied daze as Cassandra parted her legs.

"You want to come, don't you, slut?" Cassandra asked as she moved her fingers to the mother's cunt.

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara sighed, "so bad."

"You understand that from now on, you will obey every order I give you," Cassandra said, as she slid two fingers inside the sopping wet cunt.

"Yes, Mistress, gladly," Barbara agreed, not at all considering the massive sweep of that commitment, but focusing only on the two fingers inside her.

"Good girl," Cassandra smiled, already planning the next day and the submission of this MILF as a cuckquean. "You may come," she generously allowed, as she tapped her g-spot repetitively.

It was as if years of dormant delay were suddenly broken as, with permission given, Barbara screamed, rather loudly, "Oh, God, fuck!" as her orgasm hit her like a ton of pleasure bricks.

Cassandra smiled as the pleasure she'd bestowed had her new pet screaming with pleasure, not caring about her sleeping husband upstairs... she knew if her ministrations to Barbara's sweet cunt weren't enough to make her obey blindly and give up her husband, the g-spot orgasm was the icing on the cunt. She kept tapping the g-spot throughout the continuous orgasm, knowing this woman would be forever hers.

"Are you okay, Barbara?" A concerned voice called down from upstairs.

"Yes, sweetheart," Barbara called back with big eyes, before standing up and reluctantly leaving those amazing fingers behind. She awkwardly covered by saying, "I just got banged, I mean I got myself off after our wonderful, sexy evening together; I just couldn't help myself."

"Do you need anything?" he asked, sounding groggy, as he didn't really register what she just said.

Cassandra smiled, moving her hand to the MILF's cunt, still leaking, "I know you're experiencing a moment of mortified guilt, but that will subside, and soon you'll crave further submission to me and my tasty twat."

"Please," Barbara repeated, although she didn't push Cassandra's hand away, and it was true, she already felt her inner submissive side regaining control of her mind and body after her brief detour into guilt.

"We'll continue this tomorrow, my pet," Cassandra said, removing her hand just as Glenn came downstairs.

"You're still here," Glenn said, surprised.

"Yes, your lovely wife and I were just getting to know each other better," Cassandra said slyly.

"That's great," Glenn said, imagining them in a 69, even when exhausted, his mind going to the gutter in a second.

Barbara was mortified, worried they'd just gotten caught, and she couldn't believe the blatant insinuations of her own words as she heard herself stammering, "Yes, I wanted to make sure she was right for us."

Cassandra couldn't help but smile at the irony of the statement. She asked, "And am I, Barbara?"

Barbara wanted to tell her no, but then Glenn would ask what fault made her unsuitable, and anyway it would have been a lie. She answered sincerely yet fearfully, "Yes Cassandra, you're perfect."

Cassandra smiled at what Barbara had just unwittingly agreed to, "You are too, but I must get going, I have a very busy day ahead of me tomorrow. Good night, you lovely couple."

"Good night," Barbara said.

"Nice to meet you," Glenn said, forgetting her name, but not at all forgetting her nylon-clad legs and those bright red toenails.

"You too, Glenn," Cassandra replied with just the slightest sexy tone to it... a hint of what she was planning for tomorrow.

Once she was gone, Glenn said, "She seemed nice."

Barbara replied, remembering the ambrosia of her pussy and the magic of her tongue and fingers, and then realizing she must smell of cunt, the teen's cunt cum was all over her face, replied, "She is one of a kind."

"I really need to get some sleep," Glenn said.

"I'll be right up," Barbara said, "I just need to wash up."

"I love you, honey," Glenn said, walking to her and giving her a kiss.

Barbara kissed him quickly and darted away, worried he would smell the sex on her face.

Glenn headed to the bedroom a little confused. Barbara was acting weird and he couldn't place the scent, but she smelt a little strange. And had she called upstairs that she'd gotten herself off? He couldn't remember clearly, he'd been so groggy from sleep, and besides, Barbara couldn't have done that: Cassandra was still here. He shook it off, as he was exhausted. He was asleep in less than a minute.

Barbara washed up and replayed what had just happened. Part of her was mortified by her weakness and by what she had done; another part of her was stimulated and happy to finally rediscover a sex drive that had been pretty much dried up like a raisin.

She went to bed, her head spinning with fears of consequence and a still tingling pussy that warred against her feelings of guilt. And had she really given Glenn a shout that she'd gotten herself off? Would he spot the illogic of that? He'd been half asleep; would he even remember? Regardless of any of that, she couldn't keep her eyes open and she drifted off.

.....

It was the final class period before lunch, her prep time, and Barbara was feeling buyer's remorse and yet still feeling the aftermath, a dozen hours later, of a pussy on fire. She'd been distracted during her first two classes and had ended up having her students read on their own partway through each class.

Barbara had avoided Tiffany, as she wasn't sure what to say if she asked her how her date had gone or what she thought of Cassandra. She was sitting at her desk, her pussy frustratingly wet, when she was startled by the sudden sound of her door closing and the lock engaging.

"Hungry?" Cassandra asked, leaning against the door, one leg cocked against it like a pinup model, with a big smile on her face.

"W-w-what are you doing here?" Barbara stammered, a gush of wetness leaping into her panties.

"I figured you might need a snack," the gorgeous redhead answered, sauntering over to the desk.

"Not here," Barbara objected, her mouth salivating from the offer of a repeat encounter with the delicious pussy she'd had last night, yet this was her place of work.

"Don't worry, I locked the door," the temptress said, arriving next to her desk.

"Please, I could get fired," Barbara begged, terrified at the risk, even though she was wavering, recalling the thrill of last night.

"You promised me last night you'd do anything," Cassandra reminded her pet.

"I was just role playing," Barbara countered, as Cassandra ignored her protests, pushed her chair back, and hopped onto the desk directly in front of her.

"Well then, let's role play hot teacher being seduced by hot student," Cassandra said, spreading her legs to reveal she was wearing thigh highs and no panties, her perfect pussy now in full view.

"Oh, God," Barbara moaned, staring at the teen pussy, and feeling her submissive nature, her sudden hunger, beginning to take control. "You're serious."

"Deadly," Cassandra replied with an evil smile as she snapped her fingers and pointed to her pussy.

"You sure you locked the door?" Barbara asked, as it occurred to her that the quickest way to end this encounter was likely to do as she was told, plus, of course, she would be lying if she told herself she didn't want this.

She'd never considered a student to be a potential pussy to dine on until today. Although there were Amber, Josie, Karen and Fiona, all of whom got her pussy tingling for different reasons. Amber was a cheerleader she fantasized about who looked really hot in her pantyhose and uniform; Josie was a redhead with big tits who reminded her of Cassandra; Karen was her nerdy girl, but in Barbara's mental image of her she was wearing only pantyhose and her glasses; and Fiona was a beautiful black girl who reminded her of Annie, a girl she'd serviced back in college.
"Yep, door's safely locked," Cassandra smiled, knowing beforehand she would encounter resistance, but also knew how futile her pet's protests were going to be in the long run... or actually a very short run.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," the married teacher and mother of two groaned as without being forced in the slightest, she rolled her chair up to the desk, leaned forward and began licking Cassandra's pussy, the sweet feminine exotic scent enfolding her into a warm cocoon of submission.

"I can," Cassandra moaned, "you're a natural submissive, Barbara."

As she licked, Barbara wondered how Cassandra could have seen through her rather stubborn, boring motherly persona, to the submissive lesbian side of her that she'd hidden away around eight years ago.

"Tonight your real training begins," Cassandra informed her, a few minutes into the licking.

Barbara was curious what she could mean by that, but she was focused on getting the teen off, knowing time was of the essence... locked door or not.

"Yes, tonight you begin your new life as a cuckquean," Cassandra continued.

"Cuckquean?" Barbara asked between licks, a term she didn't know.

"Google it after I leave," the Mistress told her, "and then wipe your browser history," as she grabbed her pet's head and pulled it deeper into her wet pussy. The next time Barbara licked her cunt it would be to retrieve a nice fresh load of her husband's cum.

Barbara licked hungrily, and in another minute Cassandra came on her eager tongue.

Barbara lapped up the tasty treat, forgetting ever so briefly she was at work.

Once her orgasm had subsided, Cassandra said, pushing Barbara back, "I'll see you tonight."

"I don't have a babysitter," Barbara warned, worried about where this could go.

"I've arranged one for you," Cassandra smiled, climbing down off the desk.

"You did?" Barbara asked, this teen seeming to have a glib response to everything.

"Yep, so dress up in some thigh high stockings, no panties or bra, and some sexy lingerie," Cassandra added, as she handed me a pair of nylons still in their package.

"You bought me nylons?" she asked, surprised.

"From now on you'll wear only thigh highs, or a garter-belt and stockings, or crotchless pantyhose."

"There's such a thing as crotchless pantyhose?" Barbara asked, quite surprised by the idea, and in a daze because she wasn't freaking out from this entire conversation and at being told what to wear by a teenager.

"Oh, we're just getting started, my pet," Cassandra informed her ominously as she sauntered to the door.

"What about Glenn?" Barbara asked, afraid of being caught cheating, and clutching for a clue as to where this was all going.

"All of this is for Glenn," Cassandra said; "trust me, he won't have any problems with where this is going," before she opened the door and walked out.

Barbara had a plethora of thoughts: What just happened? What did Cassandra mean? What does she have in mind for tonight? What word did she call me? Shoot, I can't remember!

Cuck... something.

She pulled out her phone and started googling 'cuck', but a student came into the room to ask for help with an essay and she had to put it away.

At lunch she googled cuck and found cuck, cuckservative, and cuckold... and none of those made sense; a cuckold was a guy who knowingly allowed another man to fuck his wife, and a cuckservative was a conservative who sold out to liberal ideas.

Barbara gave up and was just getting ready for her afternoon class, when the lightbulb switched on... was this girl planning to fuck Glenn? She wanted to google some more now that she recalled the term... it was cuckquean... but her next class was walking in.

It was after school, when she was finally alone, that she googled cuckquean and found a definition on Urban Dictionary. Paraphrased it went: A wife with a fetish to be compliant in her husband's unfaithfulness or adultery. The female equivalent of a male cuckold. The true cuckquean will often be a willing participant in a sex act between the husband and another female (most typically a younger woman) and is often subjected to humiliation and degrading sexual acts by both her husband and his partner.

Barbara searched further and found some examples:

Cindy was a complete cuckquean. Her husband would often fuck his college students in front of her as she was forced to watch and refrain from touching herself.



April licked her husband's cum from the cheerleader's well fucked pussy... it was the only way the cuckquean ever got to taste her husband's cum anymore.



As Candace watched her husband fuck the cupcake, she furiously rubbed herself as she accepted that she was definitely a cuckquean.

Oddly, as Barbara read these examples, she felt her pussy getting wet and tingly as she imagined Glenn fucking Cassandra. Even more oddly she didn't feel any jealousy, she just felt it was hot.

"Ready to go?" Tiffany punctured her daydream, startling the bewildered, horny teacher.

"Pardon?" Barbara asked.

"I'm your babysitter tonight," Tiffany said.

"What?" Barbara asked, hearing her but not comprehending.

Tiffany closed the door tightly before explaining, "Mistress Cassandra ordered me to watch your kids tonight."

"She's your Mistress?" Barbara asked, again asking a question where the answer was obvious.

"Yes, but she's our Mistress," Tiffany corrected.

"Did you set this whole thing up?" Barbara asked, suddenly getting angry as the puzzle pieces began fitting together.

"I just made it possible for you two to meet each other, I didn't think you'd submit to her the way I did," Tiffany lied, she'd been sure Barbara would submit, and next defended herself upon seeing Barbara getting angry. "You're the one who allowed everything that happened to transpire."

"But nothing would have happened if you hadn't recommended her as my babysitter," Barbara pointed out.

"That's true," Tiffany agreed. "But I wasn't the one eating your babysitter in your front room while your husband was upstairs."

"She told you?" Barbara gasped, mortified.

"Let's go," Tiffany said, "Mistress won't be happy if we're late."

"You're not watching my kids, you homewrecker," Barbara huffed, disgusted by this bitch who was deliberately trying to wreck her marriage.

"Then you can tell her that," Tiffany rebutted.

"I will," Barbara said, reaching for her phone, which was on the desk just the other side of the 'homewrecker'.

"Go ahead," Tiffany offered, handing her the phone.

Nope. Too scary. "I'll tell her face to face," Barbara backpedaled angrily, grabbing her handbag.

"Okay," Tiffany said, knowing there was no way Barbara would be able to stand up to Cassandra, not after last night... one taste and there is no going back... Tiffany knew this from experience. "But I'm supposed to go with you to pick up your boys."

"Fine, whatever, follow my car," Barbara ordered, trying to act like she was in charge, furious that her so-called friend Tiffany had set up this disaster. What a bitch!

As Barbara drove to the boys' daytime babysitter, she rehearsed how she would tell Cassandra this affair was over. It has to stop! Yet even as she was parsing together an adamant speech, she imagined Glenn fucking the teen right in front of her. Fuck, what's coming over me? She had never once envisioned herself wanting Glenn to fuck another woman... ever. She'd been disgusted by that polygamy show Big Love, and the very idea that a plurality of women would share one man. So why am I getting so excited from this image of Glenn fucking Cassandra? And why can't I get it out of my head?

She got to the babysitter's, retrieved the boys, and Tiffany suggested, "Let's put your kids in my car."

"Fine!" Barbara snorted, as she saw the car seats in her car too, even though she'd been thinking the same thing. The confrontation with Cassandra she'd been trying to plan had fallen apart in shreds once her vision of watching Glenn and Cassandra together had rooted itself in her brain and refused to leave.

You have my cell. Call me when you want me to drop off the kids," Tiffany said, knowing it would likely be at least a few hours. "And don't worry, I love these little tykes like they were my own, and I'll take good care of them."

"I know you will, but I'm just using you as a free babysitter to spend another night with my husband," Barbara blustered, desperately trying to stay in control.

"Sure, sure," Tiffany replied smugly. "I once thought the same thing."

"You're a cuckquean too?" Barbara asked, this not a possibility she'd considered until now... then she realized she'd just used the word 'too'... as in she herself was already a cuckquean.

"Yes, and it's so amazing and liberating," Tiffany gushed, seeing this as an opening to help Mistress Cassandra further her seduction.

After reading what she had about cuckqueans and cupcakes (what a dumb name for the dominant other girl), and her getting confused by her internal visuals of Glenn fucking Cassandra, she wanted an explanation as to why. She dearly needed one. Why would any wife agree to such a horrible arrangement? And why do I feel so drawn to it?

"Liberating?" Barbara asked, her anger simmering down as she saw a chance to comprehend what she was feeling.

"Didn't you feel liberated last night while you were eating her cunt?" Tiffany asked.

"Tiffany!" she gasped, shocked by the blunt question.

"What? We both know what happened last night, and surely you've figured out by now that I've eaten her cunt many times, often at my desk at school, just like you did today," Tiffany added.

"Oh my God, you know about that too?" Barbara gasped, mortified.

"Yes, but from personal experience, I also know what you're going through," Tiffany said, taking her bewildered friend's hand.

"I can't believe I did it," Barbara said, suddenly seeing Tiffany as a confidant.

"Which time, last night or today?"

"Both," Barbara said. "I hadn't thought about being with a girl since before having the kids."

"But you played with the idea of threesomes with Glenn in the past, didn't you?" Tiffany asked. "Even discussed it together?"

"Sometimes," Barbara admitted.

"And he knows you used to munch cunt?" Tiffany continued, loving this chance to speak so frankly with this somewhat prudish woman.

"Nice terminology," Barbara laughed, looking at her kids waiting in Tiffany's car. "Yes, he knows."

"And I bet you've thought about some students today in an inappropriate way, haven't you?" Tiffany asked.

"Oh my God," Barbara gasped again. "How could you know that?"

"I've been in your position," Tiffany smiled, "both figuratively and literally. I'll bet that hot cheerleader Amber was one that you lusted after."

"How couldn't she be?" Barbara smiled, beginning to get comfortable with sharing her inner slut with another slut.

"She's indeed delicious eye candy," Tiffany said, before adding, "although if I chose one to dine on for lunch, it would be Janet."

"Really?" Barbara asked. "Janet's a sweet girl, but she's also the reverend's daughter."

"Yeah, she's really cute, and for some reason the idea of seducing a church girl is hot," Tiffany shrugged.

"You really are a bad influence," Barbara said, shaking her head.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it, my dear," Tiffany smiled, knowing Barbara would be eating her own cunt very soon.

"So now what?" Barbara asked, wondering what Cassandra could be planning if she'd arranged for Tiffany to babysit for her.

Tiffany clasped one of Barbara's hands reassuringly in both of hers. "Are you more accepting now, getting used to the idea that you've become a submissive to Mistress Cassandra? More comfortable with it?" she asked, confident she already knew the answer.

"I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but yes I am," Barbara said, admitting the core truth she wished she could deny... or did she? She wasn't sure. In truth, last night had reawakened a side of her that had been long forgotten, and she'd been on fire ever since... reborn per se... as corny as that sounded.

"Then just go home and do whatever Cassandra tells you to do," Tiffany said, "which is something you already want, isn't it? To let go of all your turmoil and doubts and your struggle to control your life and just let her take over?"

"I don't know whether to slap that smug smile off your face or to give you a big hug," Barbara said, both of these being viable options... yet her pussy leaking into her panties definitely had her leaning towards one more than the other.

"Well, when the time comes, you can thank me with a nice pussy licking," Tiffany smiled just as her phone buzzed. She looked at it and reported, "She's getting ready to leave for your house, you'd better get going."

"This entire thing is so surreal," Barbara said, "and you're telling me I'll be soon be between your legs as well? I think I'm going to like that," wondering what Tiffany would taste like and then regretting what she had just said.

"Surreal, and yet very, very real," Tiffany said, "and yes, we're going to have some lovely times together, you and I," getting into her car. "Now go and have fun."

Barbara shook her head and joked, "You too," thinking that at the very least she now had a few more hours without changing diapers or dealing with crying kids.

Ten minutes later Barbara pulled into her driveway, her pussy very wet and her mind spinning a million miles a second at the unimaginable possibilities and consequences of whatever lay ahead. Except for watching Glenn fucking Cassandra... I can imagine that scene all too well.

Truth was though, the rewards totally outweighed the risk. She was walking into her home knowing that everything was about to change, and she was okay with that... mostly.

Barbara walked into her house and went straight to her room. Driven by her desire to please, she quickly stripped off her boring school attire right down to the skin, gave herself a quick sponge bath, dried herself off, and she then slowly, sensuously, smoothed on the silky sheer nylons, way nicer, way sexier than the pantyhose she wore every day. Although they would stay up on their own, she slipped into her long-neglected red teddy that had garters, and she attached them to the lace tops of her stockings.

She was just admiring how sexy she looked when the doorbell rang. She slipped into a white cotton robe just in case it wasn't Cassandra, and headed downstairs, feeling no nervousness, no doubts, no resistance, nothing but anticipation... her mind had finally caught up with her body.

Barbara opened the door and Cassandra stood before her wearing a shimmering gold dress and dark mocha nylons just like she'd given Barbara. She felt her will dissolving and her pussy tingling. She was ready to serve her Mistress.

"Hi, my pet," Cassandra greeted, happy to see that Barbara seemed to have obeyed her earlier instructions.

"Hi, Mistress," Barbara greeted back with a happy smile, letting her know any reservations she may have had were gone.

"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked, happy to see the MILF was already past the denial and confusion stage. Although that could change right back again once she explained how things were now going to work.

"Of course, Mistress, how silly of me," Barbara giggled, actually giggled, shaking her head, "please come in. You're very welcome here."

Cassandra walked in, slipped out of her gold heels and ordered, "Drop the robe."

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara obeyed instantly, excited to show off the lingerie she'd chosen for her.

"Very nice," Cassandra approved. "You really are a natural submissive."

"Yes, I am, Mistress," Barbara agreed, "that's something I learned in college," demonstrating just how submissive she was as she lowered herself to her knees before the teen.

"Good girl. Follow me," Cassandra ordered, pleasantly surprised by this extra gesture of submission.

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara said, as she crawled behind the teen Mistress to discover sexy seams running down the backs of her nylons.

Cassandra sauntered into the living room where last night's seduction had taken place and sat down on the couch.

Barbara crawled up to Cassandra and sat down on her haunches as a dog would, next to her nylon-clad feet.

"So Barbara, are you ready to become not only my submissive pet, but your husband's completely obedient slut and cuckquean as you watch your husband fuck me?" Cassandra asked bluntly, as she placed a nylon-clad foot in her pet's lap.

Barbara took the foot into her hand and replied, the image of Glenn fucking this girl once again welcomed into her head, still not knowing why it turned her on so much, "Yes, yes, and yes Mistress, but I have no idea how Glenn might react."

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that," Cassandra said condescendingly, "your only role now is obedience; not questioning or thinking."

That should have been insulting, but as Barbara massaged the silky foot, she felt it made perfect sense. She responded, before she sucked a nylon toe into her mouth, "Of course, Mistress, silly me."

"Good girl," Cassandra approved, like she always did when a pet was indeed a good girl. She was also pleasantly surprised when the pet began sucking on her toes... it felt nice... not something she'd ever had done to her before... and something she knew would be a new task for all her cuckqueans.

"Thank you, Mistress, I'm here to serve," Barbara declared mindlessly, as she massaged the foot and sucked on the delicate toes.

"Do you want to hear my expectations?" Cassandra asked, although the question was rhetorical; like it or not, Barbara was going to hear the expectations, but she just liked it when the pet eagerly agreed.

"Yes please, Mistress," Barbara replied, still quite curious to know how all this worked.

"You will receive a contract to sign once your husband has agreed to everything," Cassandra began, letting out the softest of moans from the ongoing intimate foot pleasure.

"Okay," Barbara said, constantly moving from toe to toe.

"First, you will always look your best for your man, as well as for me or any other woman your husband may wish to fuck," Cassandra began.

"There may be others?" Barbara asked, a little surprised by this, as she reached for the other foot.

"Perhaps," Cassandra said, "that will be up to Glenn."

"I understand," Barbara agreed, taking a big toe into her mouth.

"That means your hair, makeup and perfume will always be done to perfection, with no lazy housewife days," Cassandra said.

"Of course," Barbara agreed as if this were obvious, although she'd been doing absolutely none of this for years.

"When you're not nude or wearing lingerie, you will always wear a dress or skirt, and nylons suitable for providing easy access to both of your fuck holes," Cassandra continued.

"Understood," Barbara nodded, not at all fazed by the indication that anal was on the table, something she'd never done or wanted to do, but by now she was far past the point of protesting against anything.

"In addition to always looking sexy for your man, you are to make sure the kids are taken care of, the house is clean and everyone is well fed," she continued.

Barbara pondered that she already did most of this and said, "I think that part is how it already works."

"Good," Cassandra said. "This next point of course should go without saying, but some cuckqueans are a little slow. You will always, and I mean always, obey your Master and your cupcake... or cuckcake, which is a term I like better."
"Master?" Barbara asked.

"Your husband is now your Master, or rather he will be as soon as he agrees," Cassandra informed me as if that were obvious.

"Oh?" Barbara mused doubtfully, a little taken aback by this, and not sure Glenn had it in him to actually be that man.

"Oh, what?"

"It's just that Glenn's not really much of a dominant man," Barbara said.

"That's just because you've domesticated him," Cassandra accused without rancor. "Once he's given this unlimited power, he'll be willing and able to take it and run with it."

"If you say so," Barbara said, still unsure whether that was true.

"I do; trust your Mistress," Cassandra said. "Now begin rubbing my calves."

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara obeyed mindlessly.

"Next, from now on your cunt is owned by me and your Master. You may only come when you're given permission by either one of us, but you must edge daily."

"Edge?" Barbara asked, not liking this expectation at all. A day ago it wouldn't have been a big deal, she'd had very few orgasms in the past three years, but after last night's unforeseen enlivening, she was ready to erupt all the time.

"That means frequently getting yourself close to coming, but then don't," Cassandra explained.

"Yes Mistress, I'm familiar with the term, but it's going to be a real challenge. Ever since you did whatever you did to me last night, I've been horny all the time."

"I understand this requirement will be frustrating for you, especially at first, but your feeling constantly horny is precisely the state required of you. And instead of relieving that state, we need you to enhance it, which is why you must edge frequently. Please understand that going forward, your desires and needs no longer matter in the slightest, except for the times when your Master or Mistress decides to reward you. You are now no more than a fuck toy to be used whenever and wherever needed, and your desperation for sex is an asset to us. You have three holes for pleasure, and they are to be primed and ready twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week," Cassandra continued, each new expectation more intense than the previous.

"Wow! But yes, I understand, Mistress," Barbara agreed her pussy getting even wetter somehow at the ludicrous expectations.

"Good girl," Cassandra approved, impressed by the MILF's mindless agreement, "because only through complete obedience will you discover true happiness."

"Yes, Mistress, I can see that," Barbara agreed.

"Hungry?" Cassandra asked.

"Starving," Barbara said, staring at the inviting red-haired prize between the teen's legs.

"When are you expecting Glenn to get home?"

"Within the next half hour," Barbara answered, "give or take."

"Hmmmmmm," Cassandra purred. "Give me your phone."

On hands and knees Barbara scuttled across the room to her purse, grabbed it and brought it back without any hesitation.

Cassandra texted: Hurry home, the kids are at a babysitter's and you need to get fucked!

Glenn saw the text and replied, instantly shutting down his computer: I'm on my way!

"Ready to watch him fuck me?" Cassandra asked, as she texted back: Hurry up! You're not going to believe the surprise I have for you!

Glenn responded, loving this sudden sexual reawakening of his wife: I can't wait!

"I can't believe it, but yes, I'm so ready," Barbara admitted, still baffled by why the idea turned her on, why she was willing to allow her husband to fuck a much younger woman. "But for the life of me, I can't figure out why."

"I can," Cassandra said. "You want him to be happy, right?"

Barbara kissed the girl's inner thigh, now close to the tantalizing cunt she was craving, "Yes, of course."

"Did you really want that before last night?"

"I guess I hadn't thought much about it, to tell you the truth," Barbara admitted, realizing she hadn't been completely fulfilling her wedding vows... as their life together had gradually fizzled much more towards the 'worse' than the 'better', and Glenn had indeed been very patient during her three-year sexual doldrums.

"And now?"

"I realize I've been a bit of a bitch for quite a while," Barbara admitted.

"A bit?" she questioned.

"Okay, I've been intolerable," Barbara admitted. "But even so, he tolerated me no matter how frustrating I was."

"So now you admit that to yourself, becoming a cuckquean is a transition that will strengthen your marriage by keeping him happy while it redefines your role," Cassandra continued.

"My role?"

"All the things I listed earlier," Cassandra reminded her.

"While he's fucking you instead of me?" Barbara clarified.

"Exactly," Cassandra nodded.

"This is going to sound crazy, but it feels like a win-win for me," Barbara said, sex always being something of an exhausting expectation, and she'd been forcefully reminded last night that she preferred pussy to cock.

"Exactly," Cassandra repeated, as she guided the MILF's face to her pussy. "Now service me and make me feel good, but take your time pet, you'll be licking me until your husband gets home and discovers you doing it. And once he does, you'll invite him to fuck my face and my cunt; so try to think of a hot way to do it."

As Barbara licked, Cassandra updated her twitter, slyly taking a picture that clearly showed what was happening but didn't identify Barbara: Cuckqueaning a new slut!

Twenty minutes later the tweet had eighty-two likes, eighteen retweets and seven comments.

Cassandra was texting with her friends and enjoying the slow pussy pleasing when the front door opened and closed.

"Honey, I'm home," Glenn called out.

"Call him in here," Cassandra whispered.

"In the living room, sweetheart," Barbara called back, knowing there was no turning back, there hadn't been since last night; Cassandra grabbed her head and pulled the pet back between her legs.

Barbara resumed licking obediently and even enthusiastically, even though she had no idea how Glenn would react. She was excited, she was hopeful he would love this surprise; but she was also nervous. The next few moments could end their marriage, which would be a shame for the kids; it was true that she didn't often love having sex with him, but she still loved him.

"Oh my," Glenn gasped, the image he'd imagined last night and again for most of today suddenly appearing right before his eyes. Yes, he had imagined it, yes, he had fantasized about it, yes, he'd even dreamt it could happen, yet not in a million years had he considered it a real-life possibility.

Cassandra asked, "Hi Glenn, did you fantasize about this today?"

Glenn was speechless. He was staring. His cock was hard. Yet he had no words.

His wife kept licking this teen goddess. She was dressed in some hot lingerie and hose, and her ass was totally naked.

"Glenn, come here," the teen ordered, waving him over with the hand that wasn't applying pressure to the back of his wife's head.

Glenn walked over in a stunned daze.

"Your wife is a great cunt licker," Cassandra said, as she pointed to a place just to the right of where she was sitting on the couch.

Glenn stood where he was instructed, perhaps because he was accustomed to being told what to do in the house by a woman, but he was now getting a pretty good look at his wife and between the teen's legs, although his wife's hand and mouth were blocking his view of the girl's pussy. Cassandra's shimmering gold dress was bunched up around her waist, and it was obvious that her lower body was naked except for those delicious mocha stockings which housed those lovely painted toenails.

Cassandra reached her left hand across her torso to her right and squeezed his cock saying, "Mmmmmm, impressive."

Glenn groaned, astonished by the unexpected overture, as Cassandra then removed her right hand from his wife's head, still grasping his cock with her left.

"Tell your husband what you want, my pet," Cassandra ordered.

Barbara looked up and told her husband, her face agleam with pussy wetness, having been planning this speech for the past thirty minutes, "Master, I am a cuckquean to Mistress Cassandra, and I want to watch her suck your big cock, and then I'd love for you to fuck her pussy while I watch."

"Barbara!" Glenn finally spoke up, these words the most shocking of his life, even though they'd talked about threesomes back in the day.

"I'm serious, sweetheart," Barbara continued, "Last night while you were sleeping, I learned that I prefer cunt to cock, and I know how much you want to fuck her, so I'm telling you I want you to fuck her. Please do it for both of us."

Cassandra undid his zipper and fished out the DIWF's cock (he was definitely a dad she was about to fuck) and stroked it, "Mmmmmm, what a nice cock."

Glenn stood in place helplessly, although helplessly wasn't the right word, perhaps willingly was better, as the gorgeous redhead fished out his raging rod and his wife resumed licking the teen's pussy.

"Come straddle my face and fuck it," Cassandra ordered him, not able to get into a comfortable sucking position with the side of the couch in the way.

Barbara looked up and urged him earnestly, "Please do it, honey. Claim my hot Mistress Cassandra as your teenage fuck slut."

Cassandra immediately glared down at her pet and growled, "Bitch, did you just call me a slut?"

"S-s-sorry Mistress," Barbara apologized, mortified by the angry look on her face.

"You'd damn well better be sorry," Cassandra snarled.

Barbara was mortified at her error and close to tears as she apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, and it will never happen again!"

"Okay sweet girl," Cassandra spoke to her far more gently. "You didn't know the rules, but now you do, so let's let it go. Now come sit beside me and watch your husband claim his 'teenage fuck slut'."

Glenn watched his wife take a deep shuddering but relieved breath, then meekly begin to obey the instruction. As he dropped his pants he asked, "You sure you want me to do this, Barbara?"

"Yes I do, Master," Barbara nodded, getting off her knees and sitting down on the couch on the left side of her Mistress, who was still more or less clothed, at least above the waist. "She is in charge of me now, and I want to watch you fuck her."

Glenn was stunned by his wife's words. He didn't respond to her, but instead looked to the teen beauty and asked Cassandra, "What happens if I call you a slut?" now wearing only his tie and dress shirt, which he was now removing as well.

"You may call me anything you wish, stud, but our slut must address us both with respect."

"I can't believe this," Glenn said wonderingly.

"Believe it, stud," Cassandra said, watching this chiselled man finish undressing; he could be the hottest DIWF yet. "You're going to fuck me hard in front of your wife, and then come inside me."

"Are you protected?" Glenn said.

"Of course," she lied, thinking that Glenn could be the perfect sugar daddy for the kid she wanted to have. Truth was, she had never before let the men who fucked her shoot their loads inside her... sometimes onto her but usually on the humiliated wife, but she had decided just this moment that this was the couple she'd been looking for all along. A couple with whom she could have a child, a family and a complete cuckquean relationship. In time, perhaps 24/7.

"Last chance, honey," Glenn said, as he straddled the teenager.

"Mistress wants you to face fuck her, and I do too... please, honey," Barbara urged him, her pussy on fire with what she was about to witness.

"This is fucking crazy, but I'd be even crazier if I passed it up," he said, still bewildered, as he slid his cock into the redhead's perfect mouth.

"Oh yeah, baby, face fuck her, really do it," Barbara urged him on, her hand unintentionally going to her pussy. She couldn't explain it, but as she watched her husband's cock slide in and out of that teenaged mouth, she was so aroused!

"I'm going to pound this slut right in front of you," Glenn said, feeling a rush of adrenaline and power... finally able to be the man of the house.

"Yes, baby, I want you to fuck her like she's never been fucked before," Barbara urged him, gazing lustfully at her husband's cock as his balls bounced off the teen's chin... impressed by how easily Cassandra was taking his entire length... Barbara sure couldn't do that. "Then fill her cunt with your cum."

"And then you're going to eat my cream pie, you fucking slut," Glenn said, on a complete sexual rush of adrenaline.

"Yes, Master, I'd love to!" Barbara agreed, wondering what a cunt filled with Glenn's cum would taste like.

Glenn pulled out and ordered Cassandra, "Slut, get out of that dress."

"Undress me, slut," Cassandra ordered the bottom slut, as she transitioned seamlessly from submissive to Mistress and back again in a millisecond.

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara obeyed, as Cassandra stood up. Barbara leapt to her feet, unzipped the dress and pulled it down Cassandra's slim body.

"Bra too," Glenn ordered, wanting to see those ripe teen tits. Barbara had a nice pair of tits too, although they had begun to sag a bit since their kids.

"Yes, Master," Barbara obeyed, unclasping the lace bra.

"Fuck, those are nice," Glenn said, staring at the perfectly firm tits with their hard nipples.

Cassandra begged, "Suck them for me, baby."

Barbara flinched ever so slightly at hearing Cassandra calling her man 'baby', but no one noticed... they both were ignoring the wife... as Glenn cupped the teen tits and leaned forward to suck a hard nipple between his lips.

"Oh yes, baby, suck on my big tits," Cassandra moaned, loving to have her nipples sucked.

"So firm," Glenn moaned, not intending to demean his wife, but in fact doing so as Barbara couldn't help comparing the teen's firm tits to her softer ones. Even though they seemed to be similar in size, there was no doubt which pair was better.

After a couple minutes, Cassandra took Glenn's hand and requested, "Take me to our bedroom, baby."

Barbara noticed the word selection of 'our' bedroom.

Cassandra then ordered, "Follow us on all fours, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara obeyed, getting back down onto all fours and following the pair... the stairs slowing her down greatly.

Glenn couldn't believe what was happening, yet he was naturally becoming the man he used to be when he was a football hero. An assertive man. A man who took charge.

Once in the bedroom, he pushed the teen beauty onto his bed and moved between her nylon-clad legs. "I expect you always to be in nylons."

"Yes, baby," Cassandra moaned, loving a man who took charge... easily falling into her natural submissive persona for a man with a big cock and a strong personality.

Glenn leaned down and sucked on her tits again as Cassandra rubbed her nylon-clad feet up and down his back and ass.

Barbara reached the room and crawled in to see her husband being caressed by the nylon-clad legs of the teen beauty, in a position she knew he was loving.

"Get up here, slut," Cassandra ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara obeyed, as she crawled over to the bed and climbed onto it.

"Let me suck your dick, baby," Cassandra asked.

"Sure thing," Glenn agreed, as he rolled onto his back.

"Watch me suck his cock, my pet," Cassandra said, as she crawled between his legs and stroked the hard, throbbing member. "Watch closely."

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara said, wanting to see her swallow his cock again.

"Mmmmmm, such a lovely nice cock," Cassandra purred before she took it in her mouth.

"Oh yeah," Glenn groaned, as he glanced over to see his barely clad wife who was watching intently.

Cassandra bobbed for a couple of minutes; Barbara watched her bob in an almost hypnotic state of awe; Glenn closed his eyes and enjoyed the best blow job he'd had in years.

Cassandra then asked, "Slut, do you like watching me suck your husband's cock, or are you jealous?"

"Yes and no," Barbara replied.

"Yes and no? Explain," Cassandra questioned, stroking the hard cock.

"Yes, I love watching you suck my husband's big cock and no, truthfully I'm not the slightest bit jealous," Barbara said, wanting to see it go back into her mouth.

"Did you ever deep throat it like this?" Cassandra asked, before taking it in her mouth, devouring the entire cock and holding it in place tickling her tonsils for a few seconds.

"No, Mistress, never," Barbara admitted.

Cassandra moved back up and said, "I can't believe this beautiful cock didn't spend at least some time in one of your three holes every fucking day."

"Ready to get fucked?" Glenn asked, sitting up, completely captivated by the redheaded beauty and wanting to take control.

"So ready! Slam that big cock in me, baby," Cassandra demanded, wiggling her ass before flipping over to position herself spread eagle on her back, wanting to feel that big dick in her right now. "And show your wife what you really want from a woman... a woman who will love doing anything for you with no limits."

"Watch and learn, slut," Glenn ordered, something he never imagined ever saying to his wife, and yet somehow, he knew not only would she obey, but since her transformation she'd be turned on by it.

"Yes, Master," Barbara said, feeling so much wetness leaking out of her that it was trickling down her inner thighs.

Cassandra added, something she always made her new cuckqueans do but had almost forgotten in her moment of insatiable lust for this big cock, "Slut, put your husband's big cock in my cunt and officially begin your new role as bottom bitch, submissive slut, and cuckquean."

"Yes, Mistress," the wife obeyed, reaching over to her husband and grabbing his big cock, thinking, Shit, it is pretty big, even as each nasty name she was called got her wetter.

"Tell me what you want, Barbara," Glenn ordered, as she positioned his cock against the teen twat.

"Husband, I want you to fuck this hot teen," Barbara repeated herself, desperately wanting to see it happen. "I want her to replace me as the woman in your bed."

"Interesting choice of words," Cassandra purred, as she felt the cock resting just barely between her pussy lips, thinking, I may just do that.

"Slut, one more thing for now. Shove me into this pussy. I want you to be the one that offer me to this new cunt and our new life."

There was a pause while Barbara figured out how to achieve that before she reached her other hand onto her husband's ass and shoved him forward, watching with excitement as because of her, his cock disappeared between the red hair and the pink pussy lips. "Yes, Master."

"Oh yes, you're my cuckquean now," Cassandra moaned as the cock filled her.

"And you're my slut," Glenn added, looking into Cassandra's green eyes.

.....

When you make love, it's slow, sweet and tender, but this joining wasn't that.

When you fuck, tits bounce.

When you fuck, the talk is dirty.

When you fuck, carnal lust consumes you.

When you fuck, sparks fly.

"Oh yes, fuck your slut," Cassandra moaned, knowing this was the right man... the one she'd been looking for the past two years of her cuckquean journey. Sure, she would still cuckquean women, but now she would do it with the purpose of adding more sluts to share with Glenn.

Glenn grabbed the teen's legs and spread them as wide as possible so he could see her moaning lips, watch her tits bounce and enjoy the magical sight of his cock disappearing once every second into her tight tween twat.

"Yes, baby, do it! That's so exciting," Barbara cheered him on. She almost added 'Pound your slut,' thinking if she was careful to include the word 'your' she could avoid insulting her Mistress, but decided not to chance it. The last time had been terrifying!
"You like watching?" Glenn asked.

"It's so fucking hot," Barbara moaned, as she rubbed herself.

Cassandra saw the slut rubbing herself and roared, "Are you allowed to come without our permission, you dumb bimbo whore?"

"N-n-no, Mistress," Barbara stammered, jerking her hand away from her desperate cunt.

"We own her orgasms too?" Glenn asked, intrigued.

"We own her everything," Cassandra said. "Her mouth, cunt and ass. Her mind."

"Interesting," Glenn said, as he repositioned this teenage vixen onto all fours and slammed his cock back in. "Slide under your Mistress and lick her cunt while I fuck it."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master" Barbara said eagerly, both because she could get more of the exquisite taste of her Mistress, and also because she could get an up close and personal view of the adultery he was committing with her permission... which after a moment of thought, didn't make it adultery at all... only she had committed adultery, although she imagined that by now Glenn had figured that out and already forgiven her.

"Oh yes, fuck my cunt while this bitch eats me," Cassandra cried out a moment later as she was being double pleasured.

"Fuck, I'm so close," Glenn declared reluctantly a minute later, this hot scene and this tight twat being too much for him to hold back any longer.

"Come inside me baby," Cassandra moaned, "fill my cunt with your cum."

"Fill it, Master, come inside your hot teen... goddess," Barbara joined in. She had almost used the phrase 'hot teen cunt' but again, that felt too chancy.

"Okay, here it comes," he grunted and spewed a big load inside the moaning redhead.

"Yes, fill me up," Cassandra cried out as her own orgasm triggered.

"Yes, both of you come, make me proud," Barbara encouraged them, excited to see them both so happy.

Once he'd finished coming, Glenn pulled out and shoved his cock into his wife's mouth. "Clean up your treat, slut."

Barbara bobbed on the cock like she'd never done before... somehow sucking cock was now fucking hot, especially with her Mistress's cunt juice on it, and no longer just some wifely chore like she'd long viewed it.

Glenn noticed too and laughed, "Apparently she likes sucking cock more when your cunt cum has marinated it."

"My cunt cum makes everything taste better," Cassandra bragged as her body trembled with pleasure.

"I bet it does," Glenn said, looking forward to tasting it, but only when it wasn't full of his cum. He did like eating cunt, and he didn't know it yet, but he'd be sampling many women's and teens' cunts over the next year, all brought home to him by his two sluts.

"Eat my cunt, slut," Cassandra ordered.

"Yes, eat your first of many cream pies," Glenn added, hoping that would be the case, pulling his cock out of her way-more-eager-than-before mouth.

"I hope so," Barbara said, reminding Glenn that for her as well, this wasn't a one-time thing before she dove into the wet, cum-oozing cunt.

"Come and kiss me, baby," Cassandra invited her new man, knowing that kissing was far more intimate than everything else they'd just done... a kiss was the deal maker.

Glenn obliged, and they kissed like new lovers for several minutes as their cuckquean licked up their aftermath of pleasure.

Over the next hour Glenn came twice more.... Once all over his wife's rapturous face, and a second load in Cassandra's cunt.

Cassandra had quivered her way through over half a dozen orgasms from a mixture of fucking and Barbara's tongue.

Barbara was allowed to cum... once... by humping her beloved teddy bear Snuffles which had been with since her childhood, and she did it not only obediently but eagerly, so completely desperate to come that she would fuck literally anything.

Eventually Tiffany brought the kids home and Barbara learned she was a submissive to her friend too, and ate her to orgasm while Cassandra, now clothed, put her kids to bed.

That night Barbara slept at the foot of the bed, occasionally being absent-mindedly kicked while Glenn and Cassandra made love (not fucking this time) and fell asleep in each other's arms... something Glenn had always hated. He'd hated being touched when he slept, but apparently not any longer.

...

Epilogue:

Cassandra moved in a month later, and into their bedroom.

Barbara moved into the spare room, although she often slept at the foot of her Master's and Mistress's bed.

Barbara was conditioned to love anal sex... it was the only time she was allowed to come without specific permission: either from Glenn's cock in her ass, one of Cassandra's strap-ons, or from whomever they invited over to fuck her ass (older men, two of her current students who were blindfolded, a black cop, a shemale, a few eighteen-year-old girls being tutored on how to wield a strap-on... two of whom were also her students and were also blindfolded).

Cassandra got pregnant a few months later... with Glenn's knowledge and support.

Cassandra had found what she was looking for: a great older man (not that much older, Glenn still hadn't reached thirty) and a cuckquean who would look after not only her pussy, but also the home, and eventually Barbara gave up teaching and served as a live-in nanny while Cassandra continued school and eventually opened her own psychiatric office.

Glenn found he loved both his wife and his new live-in lover. Not both of them in the same way of course, but equally well.

Barbara finally found her place as a true submissive, a cuckquean, a mother, a maid, a nanny and yes, a fulfilled woman.

And they all, believe it or not, lived happily ever after.

THE END