Epilogue (Part 7): Your Lover and Her Wife

With both the ground floor and basement taken care of, it's time for Helen and I to head upstairs. While there are a few offices, closets, and the occasional unique room such as the loft or a small library, the majority of rooms upstairs are bedrooms. We have plenty of space in this house, so every girl can stay in her own room if she wants to, but many of the rooms are big enough for multiple people if they'd prefer to share. Also, a lot of time, people end up sleeping in each other's beds, so really, the bedrooms are more locations where a specific person keeps there stuff than anything else. For example, Nikki has her own room, but I'm not convinced she's ever actually slept in the bed in there. She prefers to have "sleepovers" with anyone who will agree to have them with her.

Anyway, we're starting to get low on the number of women we haven't seen yet, so there are only a few more places left to check. Of the remaining women, we notice that both Louisa and Phoebe still haven't turned up, which likely means they're together. Because of that, we decide to head to their bedroom next. Upon reaching their room and knocking on the door, we hear the singsong-y voice of Louisa telling us to come in. As we do so, Louisa smiles widely and jumps up and down when she sees us.

"Helen! You're finally here! Oh, and you brought Matt too! That's great! Hey, do you want to hear the new cheer I've been working on?" The MILF-turned-young-woman asks. She doesn't wait for a response though, as she quickly begins going into a choreographed dance with a lot of hip shaking. "1, 2, 3, 4! I love being an asswhore! 5, 6, 7, 8! Fuck my booty, it feels great!"

Helen and I simultaneously tense up as Louisa's cheer causes a chill of arousal to run down our spines. And as if that wasn't enough, Louisa finishes up her routine by spinning around, flipping her skirt up, and spreading herself open for us.

Believe it or not, Louisa actually still works at North Ridge University. However, she's no longer a math teacher (although to her credit, she is still really good at math). Instead, she's actually the coach of the cheer squad now. It took a bit of work on Helen's part to make that change, but eventually, she managed to convince the administrative department that it was a good idea. In fact, that was actually one of the last things Helen did before she resigned. Louisa has taken to the new job incredibly well. She absolutely adores coordinating and practicing new routines with her team. And because she looks so young, most people think she's just another cheerleader, so no one notices when she cheers alongside the rest of the squad (which she does pretty frequently). Unsurprisingly, the crowd always seems to greatly prefer it when she's involved in the performance.

As for Louisa's personal life, you may have been able to tell, but she is still fully committed to being an asswhore. At this point, I've decided to just lean in to her anal addiction. There aren't a ton of rules in this house, or rather, not a ton made by me (I wouldn't be surprised if Helen has made some), but one of those rules is that Louisa's pussy is completely off limits to everyone. I still don't know why the idea of her pussy being totally untouched while her ass is pounded multiple times a day gets me so horny, but it does. So sue me. Though in my defense, Louisa didn't even try to argue against my decision. If anything, she's the one who primarily enforces the rule.

In addition to Louisa, as we suspected, Phoebe is also here. As Louisa continues to flaunt herself off to us, Phoebe sits in a small chair in the corner of her room, which she and I have lovingly dubbed "The Cuck Seat." And despite how exposed Louisa is right now, leave it to her wife to take things even further...

"Hey, hot stuff! Did you come to get a piece of that ass too? I wouldn't mind you guys double teaming her," Phoebe says, her voice dripping with pure sexuality as she already starts to warm up her pussy with her hand.

Phoebe has made it no secret that she thinks this place is paradise. She gets to ogle sexy women all day, and she can always find someone who's down for whatever ludicrous idea she cooks up. She and Violet in particular have really enjoyed each other's company, what with them both being such massive sluts. That being said, Phoebe doesn't get all that much action herself. Don't get me wrong, the woman still makes sure to have fun every now and then, but in general, she's much more interested in watching Louisa slut it up for her. The two still have that weird dominant cuck dynamic going on, which has only been magnified by the fact that Phoebe can pretty much convince Louisa to do anything she wants now.

Phoebe still works as a saleswoman and still seems to be a killer one at that. Apparently, she had a brief rough patch at work when I first used the remote on her, but now that she's come to fully understand her cuckolding fetish, she's quickly gone back to being a master flirter. Once she started contributing to our finances, it immediately became clear to me how she and Louisa were able to afford such a nice apartment. The girl is lowkey kind of a baller. Was that really the most appropriate choice of words I could have used? I have no idea. Whatever. I'm just gonna go with it.

After I take a moment to fully take in the scene in front of me, it dawns on me that both of these women said something that I find a bit unusual.

"Helen? What are these two talking about? It almost sounds like they were expecting you," I note.

"That's surprisingly astute of you, Sir." Alright, Helen. You didn't have to phrase it like that... "Earlier today, Phoebe and Louisa asked me if I would engage in some intercourse with them, or as they put it: 'pound the asswhore's slutty little hole.' I suppose in all of the excitement of following you around, it nearly slipped my mind."

"We don't mind waiting around a bit. We know you're a busy woman," Phoebe assure Helen. "Though if you really feel the need to make it up to us, I wouldn't mind it if you pegged Lou even harder as a form of compensation..."

"Come on already! I'm sick of waiting! I'm aching for something to be shoved deep inside of me," Louisa adds as her asshole starts to pucker enticingly.

"Uh, Sir...? I know I was planning to stay with you until you were finished checking on everyone, but would you mind if I...?" Helen asks, clearly wanting to keep her promise to the couple.

"Don't worry about it, Helen. There's only a couple girls left anyway. I can handle it myself. Go have fun," I tell her.

"Thank you, Sir," Helen smiles before we share a short kiss on the lips.

Helen turns and begins to approach Louisa. As she does, Phoebe tosses her a strap-on, which Helen promptly catches with no issue. She secures it to herself with impressive speed before grabbing Louisa, effortlessly tossing the cheerleader onto the bed. Ever since Louisa became nearly weightless, she's become quite the fan of being thrown around. In fact, whenever she sneaks onto the cheer squad, she's usually the flyer. And boy does she fly. Anyway, Helen lines the pre-lubed dildo up with Louisa's rear entrance before pushing the whole thing in with a single thrust. Louisa and Phoebe both gasp loudly at the sudden insertion.

I watch for a bit as Helen roughly fucks Louisa from behind while Phoebe masturbates alongside them. The cuckquean pistons her fingers in and out of her pussy at the exact same rhythm that Helen's strap-on moves in and out of Louisa's ass. It isn't long before Louisa begins yelling out insults at her wife, all of which Phoebe happily takes while firing back her own degrading comments. Man, what a strange relationship these two have now. One second they're cuddling up next to each other, the next they're... doing whatever this is. But they both seem pretty content with the current state of their marriage, so I guess it all worked out.

After spending a few minutes watching the three of them, and getting rather horny myself in the process, I decide it's about time to head out. Helen, Louisa, and Phoebe all say goodbye as they leave, though most of their words come out as grunts or moans. Alright. Looks like I'm wrapping this up on my own. But that shouldn't be any issue. If my count is correct, there should only be two women left. And given who they are, my next stop seems pretty obvious. It's time to go to the master bedroom...