Epilogue: Lois Lane's Married Cuckquean Life

The marriage ceremony took place atop the Daily Planet building. The brides wore white...and Clark Kent appeared in a white tuxedo as the best man. Lois Lane nearly beamed with happiness. Kara Danvers Lane looked happy as well, though more than a few of the onlookers privately noted...

"The bride looks pregnant," Big Barda said, succinctly.

"At least three months along," Wonder Woman said, then sipped her champagne.

"Then who's the father? Or perhaps, sperm donor?" Barda asked.

"Well," Wonder Woman said. "That's the problem. I think Kara's been...you know...I asked once, and Lois told me they didn't have an open marriage or anything, weren't doing fertility treatments. Kara just...had an accident. With someone else."

Barda's eyes widened. "Oh." Blinked. "I wouldn't have thought...I mean Supergirl..."

"Always the quiet ones."

Supergirl's face burned in her wedding dress, so tight around the middle that it hugged and showed off her growing gravidity. With her super-hearing, she could hear every murmur, every bit of gossip, her reputation tanking softly but firmly as all their family and friends who had eyes to see decided that Kara Lane was a cheating whore...and as she gripped her non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice, her wife leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Tonight." She said. "Don't think about them. Think about us. Our little growing family."

The honeymoon suite of the Utopia Casino in Metropolis was as luxurious as any human space Kara had ever seen. The color scheme was white: white sheets on the king-sized bed, thick white carpet, white upholstered sofa and chairs, white doors on the closet which was open just a hair...and white curtains on the door that led to the balcony.

Superman landed lightly outside. He wore a white version of his costume and cape; the kind that Kryptonians reserved for marriage.

"Everyone knows," Kara whispered as she stood by the bed, her hands cradled her small pooch of a belly as she thought of the life within.

"I heard them at the wedding," Superman said as he walked forward. "They suspect, but they don't know the half of it. After all—whose wife are you really?"

His left hand caught her lower back, his right hand tilted her chin up so that they met in a kiss. They had talked about this, the three of them, though not in so many words and never together. How else would the three of them be able to marry? And they were married, for all of Lois Lane's delusions, at least in Kara's mind. Lois was her wife, and Kal El was...fulfilling the husbandly duties.

Fulfilling them right now as he bore her down on the bed with gentle but irresistible ****. His hands almost shook with pathetic eagerness as he raid up skirt after skirt.

"No," Kara said, as the sexual heat came over her. "This way, it's better..."

She turned over, onto her knees, at an angle on the bed. The bride piled her skirts up onto her back, and Superman saw that there were no little white panties beneath them....only white garters and belts that framed an ass that was out of this world, and a freshly-shaved pussy.

He unhooked his cape and let it fall to the floor. Pulled down his shorts to free the stiff cock that was hard enough to drill a hole in the earth's crust. Too excited to disrobe completely, he floated onto the bed to mount her...and Kara reached back and spread her butt cheeks, to show her freshly cleaned and bleached anus.

"Lube, on the bedstand," Kara panted. "I...it's my wedding night. I was going to give my virginity to my wife, but...I want you to have it."

There was a burst of superspeed. Liquid goo dribbled onto her asshole, and for a moment Superman's eyes glowed red as her heated the room temperature liquid up to body temperature, so that it was a hot, runny liquid that he massaged into her asshole with his powerful fingers...and onto his cock...

"I almost wish Lois were here," he said as he assumed the position, the dark pink helmet of her super-prick ready to explode. "So she could see this."

"She'll be here," Kara gasped. "After all...it's out honeymoon."

In the closet, Lois Lane was recording. She had shucked the bottom of her own wedding dress, so that her fingers could have unfettered access to her cunt. Shivered in incalculable sexual titillation as her own bride cheated on her on their honeymoon...and Lois's camera caught the action, so that she could play it over and over and over. A part of her imagined playing it in court during the divorce proceedings, to watch all the faces of the lawyers and judge as they saw how Kara had cheated on her...but Lois knew divorce wasn't an option.

She loved that cheating slut.

Kara moaned as her cousin rubbed her swollen belly. Their child. The one that Lois had been unable to give her... Superman's buttocks were flexing as her began to pump his big dick in and out of that tight hole, and Kara winced in mingled lust and discomfort.

"Fuck, Kal, you're so big..."

"Language," he said, automatically.

"Rao damn it, Kal, just fuck my ass. I'm not some...delicate...little human," Kara huffed as his fingers ent lower expertly blurring at superspeed as he touched her clit. "I can take...whatever you've got...to give..."

She can, too, Lois thought to herself. She reached behind herself and grabbed the pre-lubed dildo, to position at her back entrance. A part of her knew that it should be her out there, with a strap-on, pounding away at Kara's asshole for all she was worth. The woman she loved grunting in lust and pain, no longer a Supergirl but a Superslut. Her Superslut.

Or maybe, as Clark had said...theirs.

He finished quickly. Buttocks clenched so tight that diamonds could have been forged right then. Kara moaned long and loud as her body gave way to a perfectly-timed climax...and for the first time, Superman gave a massive grunt, veins standing out on his neck. Lois heard a retort like a machine gun going off, and wondered what that ejaculation would have done to a human woman. Probably tear her in two.

With a sigh, Kara's upper body sank to the bed, her ass still in the air as he pulled out...and there was the gleaming white treasure in her gaping pink ass, brim-full with the most potent, powerful sperm on the planet.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment," he said as Kara held her asscheeks apart with her hands.

"Okay," she said. "Hurry back."

Lois waited until she heard the click of the bathroom door's catch...and then she opened the closet door wider and slipped out.

Kara caught a glimpse of her. No smile on her face. Maybe something like resignation. This was what she had agreed to, oh not in so many words, but to have and to hold, in sickness and in health...the reporter scrabbled onto the bed, tongue already hanging out. In a mad frenzy she buried her tongue in her cheating wife's ass, the salty bitterness of Superman's cum overwhelming her brain as she slurped and sucked with all of her might.

I love my married cuckquean life!