Epilogue: Lois Lane's Cuckquean Life

"What did Lois do this time?"

Supergirl had invited him over for tea in her and Lois's apartment. They were both in their Kryptonian costumes; no one would notice a red-and-blue blur on the balcony when they entered and exited at super-speed. With his superhumanly keen senses, Superman could sense her heightened state of stress and excitement. She had something to tell him, something important.

Mentally, Superman prepared himself for anything. Ever since that night out, Lois Lane's sexual behavior and obsession with his cousin Kara had continued to grow. Over the past weeks since they had moved n together, he had played the part of father confessor, or just a friendly shoulder to cry on, for both of the most important women in his life. Even though it had almost broken his heart when it first became apparent that Lois was lost to him, Superman had determined to stand by them both and help them out with the hurdles in their life as best he could.

"It's not Lois, Kal," Kara said. She only used his Kryptonian name when they were alone, or with Lois. "It's...I'm not a lesbian."

Superman blinked. After weeks of hearing about their sexual escapades, he wasn't about to just label Kara's relationship with Lois just an experimental phase...but he also wasn't sure how to respond to that statement.

"What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"I mean I...I love Lois. I'm in a relationship with Lois. A sexual relationship. I just...I'm not sexually attracted to just women. And the lack of a...masculine partner. I feel it. Like, I want to have kids. Continue the species. It's not that Lois isn't fantastic but I need...more."

He nodded.

"Have you talked to Lois about that?" Superman asked. "I mean there are options for kids. Surrogacy, artificial insemination..."

"I know, and we did talk about it. That's...um. That's the weird part," she swallowed. "Lois got excited about it. About me being with a man."

Superman nearly spit out his tea.

"What?"

"She...she called it 'cuckquean.' It's some kink she read about on the internet. Lois, um, she wants...she wants me to have sex. With a man. Outside the relationship. Because she thinks it'll be hot."

He kept his face carefully blank. She was staring at her teacup. Mentally, he knew that if their tea grew cold, a millisecond of heat vision would restore it to the ideal heat. But Kara wasn't re-heating the tea. Her face was blushing.

"Who..."

She looked up. "You, silly! I want...Lois wants..." Her face burned. "We want you to fuck me, Kal."

He paused. Mentally, he recited his private mantra: What Would Batman Do?

Standing up, the Man of Steel walked over to Kara's side of the table. His hand came up to lift her chin. Their blue eyes met.

"Kara...I love you. I want to help you and Lois however I can. It would be my honor to cheat on you and impregnate you and make a cuckquean of your girlfriend."

Tears came to her eyes. She smiled, as honest and radiant as any Kansas farmgirl.

"Oh Kal. You always so wonderful. Come on...we'll do it on the bed..."

"...minor earthquake in Metropolis, did you feel anything babe?" Lois Lane said as she entered the apartment.

Then she paused and surveyed the apartment. It looked like a hurricane had swept through here. Every picture frame still hanging on the wall was crooked, and many had fallen off. There was red confetti on the floor, and when Lois kneeled down to pick it up, she found it was some sort of fabric...oddly familiar.

She followed the bits of cloth into the bedroom, which had been the epicenter of...whatever had happened.

The mattress was half off the bed; the frame had collapsed, metal springs showed through the fractured boxspring. All the pillows and sheets had been torn off, and a familiar pale ass and legs was visible, a red cape covering the top half of Supergirl's body.

Yet it was the smell that drove Lois onward. The reek of sperm, stronger than any time she had ever smelled it before. The ammonia reek that reminded her of bathroom cleaning chemicals. Lois Lane's panties were damp as she hurriedly tore off her own pants. On the bed, Kara snored gently...the position she was in, the white jizz that filled her pink, abused cunt couldn't flow out.

One hand between her legs, shaking with this evidence of betrayal, Lois bent forward and buried her face in her supergirlfriend's cunny. To taste Superman's sperm, to let her tongue revel in that ultimate betrayal.

My girlfriend cheated on me with Superman! Lois thought as her fingers rubbed at her clit. This is so great! I'm going to marry her and we're going to raise his babies...

I love my cuckquean life!