A Week of Frustration

When Cup Cake had woke up the next day she had assumed what had happened yesterday would be an exception. That when she woke up everything would be back to normal, her dry spell would return and she would lose all those awful thoughts about the sexy dragon. She would go back to having only bedroom thoughts of her husband and nothing would really change.

She was very wrong.

The same thing happened the next day. Pinkie offered her a drink just like the day before and just like the day before when Spike came around for his morning snack, she’d made him a snack based around her own tits and fantasised when he ate it that Spike was actually eating her out. Then the mystery woman came and despite her protests would drag her into the strip club, and despite herself she would always enjoy watching Pinke out there. And again she would wonder what it would be like to be up on that pole, with all those ponies in depraved acts of lust. With a certain dragon in the crowd, ready to take her should he make a certain request.

She was disgusted with herself. She couldn't betray her husband like that, she promised herself it wouldn't happen again.

The next day it happened again. She tried to resist this time, after taking the drink that Pinkie had offered in the morning she had tried to give the dragon a perfectly normal snack. But to her dismay she couldn't quite get the batch of cupcakes to taste her best. She could have just given the dragon a batch of normal cupcakes but her pride as a baker came first as did her wish to please that dragon in any way he saw fit. So eventually she caved and made the erotic treats, this time promising that she wouldn't fantasise about the sexy dragon. And she didn't... much.

When the mysterious woman arrived she tried to argue, to tell her she had to look after the kids. Even though they were already asleep, but the woman saw through it. She argued that she was married, but apparently so was the mystery woman. She tried to argue she was tired, but eventually she caved. And she couldn't deny it was such a wonderful night, but never again.

But she was lying to herself, she was looking forward for more of that sexy dragon, and experiencing more of the strip club. When she went to bed that night she was having the sort of dreams she hoped Luna would not see, of herself on that pole. With Spike in the crowd, leering at her exposed body. When Spike came the next day she watched with rapt attention as he ate the erotic treats. Shamelessly wondering what it would be like for him to eat her out the same way, and hand may have snuck itself under her skirt during the event.

When it was time for the mysterious woman to come Cup Cake was waiting impatiently, quite literally hoping on her feet. But when she was due to come she didn't arrive, the bakery was closed, but the Strip Club was still open. The music was still playing, the light was still breaking into the dark bakery. She could just imagine the dancing going on in there, the catcalling. Pinkie's dancing, and the lust and excitement. It was teasing her.

The mysterious woman was now twenty minutes late and a nervous thought occurred to her. Was she not coming? But she needed this, she had been waiting all day for this. She was horny and it was unimaginable agony. It was right there, where was the woman? She couldn't handle herself. Nor could her vanilla husband. She needed this, she needed to... needed to...

Just go to the Strip Club, it was right there after all. It was her business after all, she didn't need the mysterious women to do it after all. But she was the excuse after all, she could claim that the mysterious woman had taken her into the club, that she wasn't really there by choice. But if she went inside then it would mean admitting to herself that there really was a lewd side to her.

"To Tartarus with it." She growled to herself, slamming the desk and making her way into the club. The moment she entered however she saw the same mysterious woman from before.

“Took your time to get here.” She said with her arms folded, but the smirk on her face betrayed her true feelings.

“You-how did?” Cup Cake gasped, a finger raised limply.

“The backdoor dear, I just wanted to see whether you would come here on your own." She said smiling slyly. "You can't deny you're enjoying this now."

Cup Cake could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, and a pit empty in the stomach as the realisation hit her. This woman was right, she really was becoming something other than a devoted housewife now, the thought of her husband was now just that of him being vanilla and dull. Her memories of the bedroom were being tainted, becoming plain and unsatisfying.

"I suppose I can't." She admitted to herself and her. "So is that why you didn't show up? You wanted to see if I would come on my own?"

"There was no if about it." The woman explained with a soft smile. "I had complete faith in you, I know a closet whore when I see it."

Cup Cake should have felt insulted by the comment but she couldn't help but feel admired and complimented. The woman pulled her into a hug, before taking both of her hands. "Come on I sprung for VIP seats."

"We have VIP seats?" Cup Cake asked in surprise as she was dragged behind this woman. The woman just rolled her eyes.

"You really don't know the layout of your own strip club do you?" The woman asked before dragging her behind some curtains labelled VIP. "Back here we've got some privacy, some very nice drinks here, and I think Pinkie frequents here after her dances."

"How does that girl manage all this?" Cup Cake wondered as she took a seat on soft leather sofa. "Well I suppose it is Pinkie Pie."

“Quite, but now that we’re alone. We’re free to entertain ourselves however we might want." The woman whispered, undoing the buttons of her coat. To Cup Cake's shock, and sinful interest it turned out this woman wore nothing underneath. And underneath this coat was no normal body, but the body of a goddess, a complete hourglass bombshell figure with bulgy H-Cup breasts. Divine pink wings spread from her back as delicate hands tore off her headscarf and sunglasses revealing lecherous amethyst eyes and a long powerful horn.

"Princ-princess Cadence?" Cup Cake gasped as the Princess began to lay on her side of the sofa, cupping her hands around her tits.

"What-what do you think you're doing?" Cup Cake asked in shock, but she couldn't bring herself to look away.

"Masturbating, this place is private, we get to fuck ourselves as much as we want here. And I know for a fact that you want to Cup Cake." Cadence said, her eyes fixed right in Cup Cake's eyes with a commanding glare. "You want strip right here and masturbate to the thought of you up on that stage, for the entertainment of a certain dragon in the crowd. As a whore or a sex ****. Go ahead there's no judgement here. I am the Princess of Lust after all."

Cup Cake was stunned silent, words seemed to fail her. This was a Princess of Equestria, the leader of the Crystal Empire, husband to Shining Armor acting like a slut. Maybe then it wouldn't be so bad if Cup Cake... gave in to her urges. Trembling hands undid the knot around her apron and let it fall to the ground then began to reach for the hem of her skirt.

"You promise you won't tell anypony?" She whispered, as her heart began to race with the blood of a **** housewife.

“Not a soul, unless you want me to." Cadence purred, her horn lighting up and Cup Cake felt all her fears just melt away. She threw her clothes aside and collapsed onto the sofa, her hands rubbed along her tits. Stroking alongside them, feeling her tasty lovely milk sloshing around inside. Ready to burst out into a hungry dragon's mouth. Her pussy was burning, and soon a hand had to be moved to rub it.

Cadence for her part was delighted by the baker's performance, sitting up from her position and masturbating to the sight of the bakers. "You're so sexy Cup Cake. You've got to embrace more, be the MILF you were always supposed to be.”

The idea was enthralling to her, but one ember of resistance remained. "My husband..."

Answering her question Cadence levitated two potions before her. "One of these potions will make your husband oblivious to any of your cheating. You could fuck Spike in front of him and he will remain blissfully ignorant. The second will make completely happy with the idea, and will see no problem with his wife having sex with Spike. Have him drink either and you'll be able to be Spike sex **** and your marriage won't suffer in the slightest."

She placed both of them on the table between them. "Your choice."

A/N: Next chapter will probably be a vote chapter, if you have ideas for the next poll post them now. Also feel free to leave an opinion on which potion Cup Cake should take.