Epilogue: It's Good To Be The Cuckquean

Somewhere, Superman was saving the world. Aquaman had destroyed the last of the illegal Japanese whaling ships. Wonder Woman released a workout video for would-be Amazons. Lucy Lane was starting to show. Slowly, Lois healed. She picked up more work-from-home assignments for the Daily Planet. Blaze was too busy chasing babies to get into any trouble. And six weeks to the day of the first time Lois had sent her spouse to go fuck the bitch next door, Maisie Douglass rang the bell.

Lois smiled. She'd heard the yelling this morning. The angry slam of her husband's door as he drove off in a huff. The blonde, athletic woman that stared at Lois in her short pink skirt and white blouse was composed, but her eyes were puffy and sad from crying, and the reporter didn't even spare a glance at her stomach. It was too soon for Maisie to be showing.

"Hello, I was...um...hoping I could talk to your spouse?"

"Is this a booty call?" Lois asked, raising one eyebrow.

The shot told. The placid facade crumbled as Maisie's brown eyes grew wide, utterly shaken as she stared into the reporter's violet gaze. In that instant, the neighbor knew.

"I'm going to guess," Lois said, a smile still plastered on her face. "That the rabbit died?"

Maisie swallowed. The golden head nodded.

"And it isn't your husband's, is it?"

Just a twitch, the chin wagging side-to-side.

"Has he talked about divorce yet?"

Maisie took a deep breath. "He wants me to abort it."

Lois tutted. "That won't do at all."

The reporter opened the door wide, and ushered Maisie in.

"I just...I don't...if he leaves me...I've got nothing. My life is ruined. I have to...I have to..." The reporter took Maisie's arm and guided her to a chair in the living room. Although she struggled not to show it, inside Lois Lane was positively giddy. She could feel the dampness inside her skirt as her thighs rubbed together. Lois still had quite a few pounds left to lose from when she was pregnant...and that brought another idea to mind.

"I'll get you some coffee," Lois said. "And a slice of cake."

"I...I'm on a diet," Maisie said automatically.

"Nonsense," Lois said as she came back from the kitchen with a slab of chocolate cake and a mug of coffee. "You're eating for two now."

"I can't keep it," Maisie said numbly. She sipped the coffee, picked at the cake. Lois watched her avidly. The reporter was not a cruel or vindictive person by nature, but being cooped up in the house and unable to have proper sex, directing her spouse to fuck her sister under her own direction, had awakened something inside of her.

"Of course you can," Lois said. "And of course you will. Angie and I will help you. We have a big house, after all. You can live with us."

Maisie swallowed. The cake was half-gone.

"Really? But I...I won't have any money. There's a pre-nup."

Lois did her best to mimic Blaze's smile. "I'm sure we can find some ways for you to earn your keep. In fact, you can start right now. ANGIE!"

The sudden yell shook Maisie to her core. She twisted her head in horror as Angelica Blaze came barreling down the stairs.

"Yes, sweetmeat?" The demon was in her human form, and paused as she entered the living room. She acknowledged Maisie with a smile.

"Our neighbor is pregnant," Lois said. "It isn't her husband's. He's asked her to get an abortion. She wants to keep it. I think we're going to put her up as they go through the divorce."

Maisie glanced back and forth between Lois and Blaze, not sure what the hell was going on.

"Okay," Angie said. "I mean, we can turn the downstairs office into another bedroom."

"First things first. Maisie. If you live with us, it's important that you understand that I'm in charge of this house. That means when you want my wife's cock, you ask me first. And if I want you to take my wife's cock, you spread your legs."

The blonde's mouth dropped open. Closed. Opened again. Her brow furrowed. Lois could almost feel the lust there, just under the surface. The horniness and confusion was almost palpable.

"You're swingers?" She said.

"No," Lois smiled. "I'm a cuckquean. You're one of my wife's prize breeding cows. Now finish your cake, and take off your skirt. I want to watch as you bounce on my wife's cock."

"You...you can't be..." Maisie looked back and forth from one to the other. "You're serious."

"Completely. Angie? Cock out." Lois said.

Blaze was wearing only a pair of exercise shorts. She pulled these down, letting her dick hang out. Lois reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Her fingers played with the purplish head, smiled as she felt it stiffen against her ministrations.

"You want this, don't you? You've been wanting this. I bet your midget-dicked husband can't compare. I know that once I had a cuntful of this, I couldn't get enough of it. Looks like you're the same way. Don't you just go through the day feeling so...empty?" Lois said, her eyes fixated on the golden blonde in front of her...and she could tell that Maisie's eyes were fixed on Blaze's dick.

"Yes," the neighbor whispered.

"Finish your cake," Lois said. "Waste not, want not. I expect you to clean your plate for as long as you live here."

Dumbly, Maisie took another forkful of cake. Lois wondered how long the pregnant blonde's waistline would last against what the reporter had planned. In a few moment, Blaze was hard, the plate was clean, and the blonde stood up to pull down her skirt.

Lois spread her legs, glad she had foregone underwear today. Maisie paused as she saw the reporter start to finger herself...but then Blaze had stepped in behind her and sat down, guiding her prick into the knocked-up neighbor's twat.

Privately, Lois wondered how Maisie had turned into such a pushover...maybe she had been hoping, deep down, for some escape from the trophy-wife life. Or maybe she was just a slut. At the moment, she didn't care.

Blaze pulled the tanned, athletic woman onto her bare, unprotected cock. The demonic dickgirl hissed as she pulled off the woman's blouse to grope her big fake tits. Lois was so entranced by the sight, she didn't hear Lucy tip-toe up behind her. Not until her sister's hands slid down to grasp Lois Lane's own milky boobs.

"Kids are down for a nap," the pregnant sister said. "Who is this?"

"Lucy, this is Maisie, the next door neighbor. Maisie, this is my sister Lucy."

The blonde was flushed, gasping. Blaze had already fucked Lucy this morning, so Lois knew it would take her a few minutes before she blew a load up their new fucktoy's cunt.

"Maisie is pregnant. And getting divorced. She's going to stay with us for a while." Lois said.

"Good," Lucy said, kneading her sister's breasts. Her mouth came down to kiss the reporter's neck. "My cunny is sore. I swear Angie's cock is getting bigger. Some days it's hard for me to take it all..."

Lois smiled, eyes half-closed. It was good to be the cuckquean.