Dean's Big Night At The Kents (Part 2: Delicious Appetisers)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

This was supposed to be Clark’s big cuckold night, yet his cousin had blown in from slut town to ruin his plans completely.

Obviously she’d dressed up very nicely. The lack of psychic communication with his wife to sabotage the dress hadn’t worked at all. A long pure white dress that tickled at her ankles in length with a v cut that went down to her cheekily peeking out navel. The strained cups of the garment had to not only battle the sizeable soft mounds of the heroine, but also her erect areola that threatened to tear their way through the fabric. The splash of blue colour her long evening gloves and pantyhose she had on with it really tied the dress together, going well with her bright blue eyes that shimmered at the sight of Dean. And finally her makeup, probably accomplished at super speed to make each eyelash and powdered cheek appear in exactly the right way to make her beauty shine.

Had this been any other night, Clark would have been proud to call Karen his cousin and show her off to the world. But right now he’d lock her in a kryptonite asteroid and throw her into deep space if he could.

The war wasn’t over, but Dean had clearly favoured the look of the blonde as she emerged from Clark’s room with Lois. Taking his chance to spin her around himself to ‘get a good look’ at her, with kryptonian booty ‘accidentally’ brushing up against Dean’s crotch on the rotation. Superman saw all of this, and grew increasingly annoyed at every passing flirt the two kept throwing at each other. Those were supposed to be for Lois!

At the very least the food was now ready, and it wasn’t like Karen was the one making the dinner. They all sat down together.

Clark desperately wanted Dean to sit next to Lois so there could be some ‘accidental’ breast touches like the pair had practiced. But no. As an adult he could only sit there in silent dismay as Dean did not sit next to Lois, but instead Karen.

Clark would be stuck sitting next to his wife the whole night, powerless to stop Power Girl’s rampage on his evening plans.

“Well, this is all lovely, Lois.” Dean smiled, making Clark’s heart flutter with happiness enough to almost rub it in his cousin’s face. “I must say I’ve never had salmon this tasty.”

“That’s all Clark, he was very excited to host you today and went all out in picking the meal, doctor.”

“Nonsense Lois! Just because I collected the ingredients does not negate your hard work preparing it!” Clark quickly admonished, “If I’d been allowed in the kitchen we’d be eating gristled charcoal with a side serving of sludge.”

"Clark, you're far too modest," Dean chuckled, his voice a smooth baritone that resonated with a hint of hidden power. "A strong man knows his limitations, and seeks out a capable partner to complement his skillset. Lois, you've clearly tamed the wild beast within him," he added, his gaze lingering on Lois for a long beat.

A subtle surge of pleasure coursed through Clark at Dean's obvious admiration of his wife's assets.

The sunset light in the room from their floor to ceiling window out onto Metropolis accentuated the curve of her chest and waist, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the black fabric of her dress. Dean's gaze was unabashed and admiring, sweeping over her figure with open appreciation. Kara's crass enormous breasts were being ignored in favour of Lois' svelte form, a testament to the true beauty that was his lady love, Lois Lane.

With a primal sense of satisfaction, Clark shared a conspiratorial glance with Lois. In that moment they were in perfect sync, united in their mutual appreciation of Dean's obvious interest. Even without verbal confirmation, it was clear that their plans for the evening were back on track. Lois' own arousal was evident, her nipples straining against the tight fabric of her dress and her cheeks flushed with excitement. Clark could barely contain his own anticipation, his cock twitching eagerly beneath the table as he imagined the sensual encounter that was
imminent.

So of course:

"Tamed him?" Karen scoffed, a humorous glint in her eyes. "Clark's hardly a beast, Dean. More like a big, lovable goofball sometimes." She punctuated her statement by reaching over and tousling his hair playfully, drawing an indignant laugh from him.

Clark bristled at the gentle teasing. His earlier annoyance with Karen resurfaced and he shot her a warning glance, but she merely returned it with a saucy wink. The two had always enjoyed a close relationship, but tonight her presence was proving to be far more trouble than it was worth.

As dinner continued, it was clear that Karen was intent on monopolizing Dean's attention, asking him endless questions about his practice and his interests. To Clark's chagrin, Dean seemed all too happy to indulge her curiosity, regaling them with tales of his travels and research. Their easy conversation flowed naturally, and Clark was **** to content himself with sharing occasional glances with Lois.

Leaning into Dean and emphasising cleavage capable of swallowing an arm, Karen was saying, "-must be fascinating getting a peek into people's deepest secrets all day long."

"Mmm, it can be," Dean hummed in agreement. "Although sometimes even I am surprised by what I uncover. Humans- er people… can be surprisingly complex and layered."

Kara batted her eyes at him coquettishly. "Even me?"

"Especially you," he teased with a roguish grin.
Karen blushed and giggled at that, and Clark had to hold back an exasperated sigh. His frustration was mounting, and he could feel his arousal being dampened by the lack of action. This was supposed to be his and Lois' moment together with Dean, but things were rapidly once again spiralling out of control thanks to his cousin, intruding on their plans just as she'd inexplicably intruded on his universe.

The volume of Karen's laughter seemed to be increasing exponentially with each sip of wine she took, her bubbly personality on full display.
Clark, **** to regain control of the situation, cleared his throat loudly. "So, Dean," he began, forcing a smile, "Do you encounter many...interesting couples?"

Dean, momentarily breaking eye contact with Karen, turned to Clark. "As a matter of fact, yes," he replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. "One couple in particular comes to mind. The husband, a mild-mannered fellow, constantly downplays his wife's accomplishments. Seems he suffers from a rather...insecure attachment style." His eyes flickered back to Lois, lingering for a suggestive beat.

Lois chimed in. "Sounds awful! Poor woman. What kind of therapy do you recommend for such a case?"

A slow, predatory smile spread across Dean's face. "Oh, there are many techniques," he drawled, his voice dripping with insinuation. "But the most effective ones often involve a hands-on approach..."

Clark could feel the heat radiating from Lois as she squirmed in her seat, his own cock stirring at Dean's sensual words. Her arousal was palpable, the air heavy with sexual tension as they anticipated his next move.

If only Karen wasn't here! No doubt Dean would already be fucking Lois on the table by now if not for his pesky inter-dimensional cousin meddling in their affairs!

“Aaand, sleep.”

Clark felt nothing. Words in his mind ceased, only those that were spoken by a higher power at the table seemed to echo in his empty head. If he could perceive the table he would have seen that the females were in a similar state of drooling numbness, with only Dean still chewing away at his meal.

“Excellent stuff guys, real top notch dinner party.” The psychiatrist beamed, leaning back in his chair with an intense cockiness, “Clark the cuck, two girls fighting for my attention, and I wasn’t expecting this dinner to be actually damned delicious! Seriously, be proud of that, Lois.” The reporter smiled widely with no light in her eyes, like fingers had pulled the strings on her cheeks. “But it’s time for a new rule: everything I do, say, or suggest at this dinner table is appropriate guest behaviour. Aaand, awake.”

All three healthy, beautiful, picture perfect representations of their races suddenly became alive again, as if they hadn't just been puppeteered by an alien into a hypnotic trance.
The meal really was amazing. Each bite of the salmon just melted in Clark’s mouth, and it was just another point in his wife’s favour.

Not that Dean was noticing it particularly. He’d become so enamoured by his cousin’s breasts, that he'd curled his fingers into the fabric of Karen’s dress. With a calculated pull, he tugged it down, and one of her enormous tits spilled free with an audible THWAP onto the table. The sound was obscene, as though someone had dropped a raw steak on a cutting board and the jiggle that followed was obscene, the flesh wobbling in chaotic waves before finally settling.
Karen let out a little gasp, followed by a giggle, her cheeks tinged pink. “Whoops,” she teased, clearly not minding the exposure.

The sheer size of it was mind-blowing. Karen’s massive breast spread out on the surface like it had a life of its own, the peachy flesh so fat and heavy it practically seemed to flatten against the table. Her enormous pink nipple jutted proudly from the center, stiff and begging for attention. The areola surrounding it was bold and puffy, the perfect contrast to the creamy, flawless skin of her gigantic tit.

Dean didn’t waste any time. His hand latched onto the massive orb, fingers sinking into her pillowy softness as he gave it a rough squeeze. Her skin gave under his grip, molding to his hand like warm dough before springing back into its impossible perkiness.

Yet another irate surge of annoyance pulsed in Clark’s brain, why couldn’t his guest’s perfect manners be focused on Lois’ breasts? Sure, they weren't the utter- udders of his relative, but Clark knew just how soft and squeezable they were.

Oblivious to her cousin's building irritation, Power Girl moaned at the touch of her crush, "Oohhh, that's amazing, Doctor Wayne~" She sighed happily at Dean's ministrations, her heavy breast resting comfortably in his palm as he kneaded the soft flesh. "Ya know, you can squeeze 'em harder. I won't break~"

Dean hummed in amusement at her request, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "You like it rough, huh?" He teased, increasing the pressure of his grip as he continued his sensual massage. "What a naughty girl you are."

Karen could only gasp in response as he squeezed her nipple between his fingers, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her body. She bit her lip, her face flushed with arousal as he played with her sensitive breasts. Dean’s hand came down with a sharp SMACK, the sound reverberating through the room as Karen’s tit rippled like a water balloon. Her nipple bounced wildly, and a breathy moan escaped her lips as her cheeks flushed an even deeper pink.

The table was filled with a palpable sexual energy as the pair became increasingly enamored with one another. Clark could feel his own cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he watched them, his arousal mixed with irritation at his inability to direct the attention towards his wife.

Bless him, Dean found a way to get things back on track with his usual aplomb.

“I have a hypothetical for everyone,” He said once finally giving Karen’s reddened nipple a rest, “If you could all have hot, passionate, rawdogging sex with one superhero, who would be your top three picks?”

Oh dear, Clark thought. Though it was a purely innocent question, it was also a landmine that Dean had unknowingly enacted. How could he have known the type of people he was sharing dinner with? Clark felt a little hot under the collar knowing he’d have to figure out who to say without giving anything away… especially with Lois’ eyebrow cocked in his direction already.

“U-um, w-who are the options again? I tend to forget the lineup, hehe…” Superman lied through his teeth.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you could think of someone. These superheroes are everywhere!” Dean smirked right back at him, “Not that we’ll ever meet any of them… although, hang on, you’ve met Superman, right Lois?”

Ever calm under pressure, Lois nodded with a calm smile, “That’s right. A few times now. It’s what kept me so popular with my audiences.” Her wink reassured Clark more than she realised.

“So is that one of the ones you’d pick? You have to be 100% honest here.”

“Oh…” Her face faltered, suddenly much less sure of herself, “W-well… if I have to be honest… then n-no. I think I’d pick someone other than Superman.” The words ‘oh no’ echoed through Clark’s mind again, but not because he was angry by her answer, far from it. The idea that his wife would choose at least three other men over him had hardened his cock far more than what was appropriate for a casual dinner.

“Wait, really?” Asked Karen, with an interest suddenly piqued as she glanced unsubtly between Lois and Clark, “Are you sure you’d rather pick someone other than the hero you’re most familiar with?”

Flustered Lois was a rare sight, “I-I have to be honest! If I have ALL heroes to consider who I fuck passionately… my heart says it might be fun to try s-someone new. With a wild power set, or something…”

To Karen, it looked like Clark’s mood was darkening. Eyes going low, depression setting in. But what she didn’t know is the opposite was happening, he had to try so hard to stop his erection from hitting the underside of the table right now. Ripping your pants in front of your cousin was a big social faux pa in most circles.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Lane. I know many people who don’t find Superman that interesting, quite a limp noodle.” said Dean, somehow strengthening Clark’s cock with each word, “Though it sounds like you’ve given it a bit of thought. Who would be your picks then? Answer your first one now.”

“Batman.” Was her instant reply, much to her sudden surprise, “I, uh, I always thought it’d be neat to see what kind of things he had in his utility belt.”

Damn. Not even a hero with unique powers? A regular human who had emasculated Clark in the past was higher on her totem pole. Making his totem pole ever stiffer, churning the cum in his balls far too much. He didn't know Bruce's full size, but his x-ray vision had inadvertently passed over his comrade's crotch more than once. It wasn't out of the question to assume that the Batman was an incredibly well hung man, based on the heft of his flaccid penis.
“I-I’m not sure about this game,” said Karen, looking concerned to her cousin, “This feels a little… weird…”

What was she talking about? This was all totally appropriate dinner conversation. Dean himself suggested it! Yet another reason she should never have been invited. If anything was going to make him lose his boner, it was her… although, he’d soon come to regret saying that.

“Power Girl is my first pick,” said Dean, staring directly at Karen with a raw intensity that made almost all members of the table blush. Karen stared slack jawed, like she’d won the jackpot of life, which, to Clark, she had.

The grown woman was giggling like a schoolgirl, “Ohmigosh, really?! Y-you wanna just, raw dog her? Fuck her with that huge thing in your pants and fill her up with sooo much cum?”

“Karen!” Clark admonished, technically she was allowed to be speaking like this but when it wasn’t coming out of Dean’s mouth it felt far less comforting. Besides, she was being so frugal with her identity she’d just casually admitted to using her x-ray vision. “Anyway, if I am to go next then I suppose… I would pick Zatanna.”

“Oh? Really?” Lois asked, somehow looking a little sour on him despite the nature of the game, “Weak to a little magic, are we?”

“S-she doesn’t hold a candle to you, darling. P-perhaps it is just her resemblance to you?”

“Or the fishnet stockings~” Karen teased.

Once more, Clark could rely on Dean to save the day, “Hehe, don’t worry you two, I’m not a relationship expert that somehow likes to stir the pot. This is good for setting boundaries, yet also showing your partner the kind of sexual desires you have a bit more openly. Clark, who would your other two options be?”

“Catwoman and Starfire.”

“Batman and Robin’s girlfriends?” said a shocked Karen.

The hero was surprised by his own answer too, something about Dean’s questions just made him want to answer so truthfully from the bottom of his heart, “Y-yes, I doubt they’d switch for me… in fact, I probably can’t even hold a candle to the dynamic duo…” He admitted, knowing he mostly just wanted to be cucked by the two sexy heroes, rather than actually have unprotected sex with them.

“My picks are probably Aquaman, cause he can hold his breath for a while~ Flash, so I can see how fast he goes~ and Supergirl.” That made Lois and Clark blink, though it seemed to have once more caught the person saying it off guard too, “W-what?! A girl can’t find herself-I mean, a girl can’t find a similar looking girl attractive?! It’s the 2020s you two.”

Clark would need to have words with Karen after this.

Leaning back in his chair, Dean had finished his meal on a high note, throwing his cutlery down and burping loudly, “Hoo~ nice stuff. Wonder Woman and Big Barda for me. I always like a strong independent girl I can tame to be my own. Lois?”

The last two to be said, and already Clark could feel himself rehardening, “...probably Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter. First because of the ring, and that John Stewart’s big chest… but J’ohn because he can transform his body into anything… and anyone.” Her body language and low hanging eyelids was enough to get Dean back on her side.

Dean raised his glass of wine in a toast to their answers, "To variety. May our sexual partners be as diverse as our appetites."

It was sort of an odd statement for a counselor to make, but Clark didn't care as he lifted his own glass and took a long sip. The red wine was rich and spicy, a hint of oak and earthy undertones complimenting the bold flavor. He swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing, savoring the lingering sensation on his tongue.