Chapter 88

Cattie was gasping, laid out on the bed, but I wasn’t done. I reached under her and lifted her to her feet on the floor, turning so that I had her front pressed to the wall. She got her legs under her and knew what I wanted and stuck her ass out for me.

I thrust back into her and she moaned happily, rocking her hips side to side as I rooted to the base, but then reached back and stopped me. “Hold on,” she said. “Come with me.” She pivoted the two of us, and I followed her without fully exiting her, just a few steps down the length of the bed and she bent over at the waist. This brought her face-to-face with Cassidy, and she braced her arms on the side of Cassidy’s chair as she stared at her friend and my fiancee.

“Now fuck me,” Cattie said, turning back to look at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard, Tiger. Use my pussy, slap my ass. Treat me like your cocksleeve for the rest of the night, OK? I got mine, now you get yours. I want you to.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright,” I agreed, planting my hands on her hips and thrusting into her once, hard, and holding there.

“You hear that, Cass?” Cattie asked rhetorically as she turned back to the woman in front of her. “This should be you, right? Being his everything. Being his cocksleeve, his cum bucket. His lover. God, his cock is magnificent. He’s just fucking dominating my guts, stretching out my cunt perfectly. His hands on my ass, each spank he gives me is perfect.”

“I know,” Cassidy said quietly. Based on the look on her face she was equal parts turned on and sad. “He should have always been enough for me. I want that to be me again.”

“But it isn’t,” Cattie said, her body bucking as I continued to fuck her at a faster pace. I was trying to ignore the verbal abuse Cattie was laying on Cassidy, but it was hard to. Part of me was cheering it on, part of me was hurting deeply for her. Part of me hurt for Cattie too, because I knew what she was saying was coming from her own experiences. The hurt from her parents divorce. Even the hurt from Heather that night. “You fucked up,” Cattie continued. “You fucked up the perfect relationship, and this is your way of apologizing, right? What if I wanted him? What if I wanted to shack up with Robbie, and now here he is getting a shot at my premium bisexual pussy, more than happy to commit to him because of how great a person and a fuck he is?”

“He- I-” Cassidy said, clearly confused by the questions.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. I was plowing Cattie at a fast pace now, feeling her cunt ripple and squeeze as she gasped and moaned between her berating Cassidy.

“Are you his little cuckquean now?” Cattie asked. “Is that the life you want, the relationship you want?”

“No!” Cassidy said. “Well, maybe ... I don’t know any more. It’s so fucking hot watching him with you, and the others. And he deserves you all, Cattie. He deserves you. And you deserve him, too. And I’m going to be apologizing for the rest of my life, but I just want to try and make up for even an inch of the betrayals and lies I heaped on us and if that means making sure he gets everything he deserves and wants, then I will be his cuckquean if that’s what it takes.”

“Cassidy,” Cattie said more softly, and she reached out and cupped my fiancee’s cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes while I fucked Cattie from behind. “Babe...”

“Enough!” I said, pulling out of Cattie and stepping back. “Just stop, OK? Fuck!” I crawled over the bed and went to the washroom, closing the door behind me. My cock wanted more, but my head and my heart were feeling so fucking confused.

I looked at myself in the mirror, sweaty and flush from exertion. I could hear them talking out there, the soft murmur of their voices unintelligible. This whole situation was fucked up.

I loved Cassidy. I was hurt by Cassidy, but I loved her. I didn’t want to spend my life hating her, or feeling hurt, or getting revenge. I didn’t want to force her to watch me fuck other women for the rest of our lives together.

But I also wanted Cattie. Not in a lustful way. Well, not just in a lustful way. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her when she was hurting, and celebrate big things with her. I wanted...

I wanted the same thing with her that I did with Becca. I wanted her to be in love with me. And it was so fucking wrong, but I wanted that with Wanda too. And maybe the start of that desire was there with Ami. And Leia. And Zenya. Even Terra.