I’ll be your superman

“Yes!” She pressed her shoulders to the mattress, lifting her bottom even higher in the air. “There. Put that big cock in me, baby.” Evan watched, a lump growing in his throat, realizing that he’d never slid into her when she was completely shaved that way. He didn’t know what it felt like to slide into her sweet, bald flesh. Ben sank deeply into her in one long stroke, making her hands curl into fists against the covers.

“That’s it!” Stef opened her eyes and looked over at Evan for the first time since they had really begun. “Fuck me!”

Ben did, and, using her hips to hold on, he began thrusting into her, his cock making wet noises in her. Evan could see the muscles in his friend’s arms and thighs working as he grabbed the flesh of his wife’s ass and drove himself deep into her pussy. She was moaning, her hand tucked up underneath her, and Evan knew she was working her sweet little clit. He wanted to taste her-his mouth was watering with wanting it.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, panting now, her eyes still locked on her husband. “Fuck me until I come.”

Ben groaned at her words, slowing only slightly, and Evan knew he must be close. Stef’s face was rosy, her teeth biting her lower lip as she neared her own edge, and as he watched, he saw her mouth the words, I love you. It made his heart swell. His whole body felt flushed, and he swore he could feel things in places he hadn’t in years.

“Stef…” The warning in Ben’s voice was clear.

“It’s okay.” Her eyes were on Evan.

Ben was thrusting deep, grunting as he came, and Evan watched his wife’s beautiful climax, her face twisted into an expression that could have been mistaken for pain out of context.

Her hands pulled the covers, her back arched, and she shuddered against Ben. Evan could hear her whispering, “Oh, oh, oh,” over and over as she came.

And still she never stopped looking at him. He knew she was coming for him- with him-somehow. When he looked down, he saw that his hand was gripping in vain at his own crotch, as if he could feel something there.

“Jesus,” Ben whispered, sitting back on his heels.

Stef let out a breath, stretching out on her belly on the bed and hugging a pillow. There were tears slipping down her cheeks as she mouthed, I love you, again to her husband.

“Are you okay?” Ben touched her thigh, moving to stretch out beside her.

He looked over her to Evan, his eyes a question. Evan nodded, wheeling his chair slowly over toward the bed.

“Stef?” He stroked her hair.

She leaned up to kiss him, and he tasted her tears.

“I love you,” she whispered. Glancing back at Ben, she held her hand out to him, and he took it, looking dazed. She kissed his palm. “Life is so fucked up.”

“It’s okay.” Evan wiped at her tears with his thumb. “I’ll be your superman, remember?”

“You are my superman.” She smiled, shaking her head at him, her tears falling onto his hand. “Don’t you know that? You always were.” The End