Lois and Clark Discuss

Clark had finally secured some downtime with his wife, Lois' schedule lately having been absolutely packed to the brim with stories for the Planet and other activities that kept her running around at 110 percent. Clark understood it and he was supportive of her career and didn't want to stifle her, he could hardly hold it against her when his own duties as Superman often pulled him away abruptly with little warning and sometimes for days at a time. He couldn't even count on his fingers and toes the number of events he'd missed in the past three years of their marriage because of his superhero responsibilities.

They were both understanding and they both supported each other and understood it was a part of their lives. The strength of their bond as well as their (previously) healthy sex life had always ensured that their relationship remained strong in the face of adversity.

Clark found his wife absolutely stunning, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. A trim hourglass figure with raven hair and gorgeous eyes and he felt like the luckiest man alive to have someone so dedicated to him, someone who would stick by his side in the face of near constant danger and unpredictability.

They loved each other dearly and a night alone together was always special and welcome.

Even if the agenda for this evening was more than a bit... awkward.

The weight of unspoken tension hung heavy in the air as Clark settled onto the couch beside Lois. The conversation was a few hours overdue but Clark still didn't know what to say, the instructions from the Doctor playing over in his mind.

"Ask her, Clark." The Doctor's voice echoed through his mind, as though he were there sitting across from them in a chair with a notepad on his knee, ready to start their session, "You can't dance around it any longer. The solution is simple... you have to tell her."

His hands clenched and unclenched nervously on his knees, his gaze cast down at his lap as he worked up the nerve.

"Tell her how you want her to experience the pleasure you can never give her," The Doctor's voice instructed him, as though the man were sitting beside him on the couch, that enormous slab of cock meat less than a foot away from the trembling hero's body.

It was bizarre how strongly he yearned for it, his own member swelling between his thighs as he imagined Lois and the Doctor lying side by side in bed, their limbs intertwined as they rutted frantically. Lois moaning wantonly as the Doctor pistoned into her, pounding that ridiculous length into her needy pussy...

Clark lifted his gaze tentatively towards his wife.
"Lois," he began, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

Lois turned towards him, her brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Clark?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle worry.

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting hers again. "It's about... us."

A flicker of understanding crossed Lois' face. The past few months had been a struggle, their once vibrant intimacy dampened by a persistent dissatisfaction that neither of them had been able to fully articulate.

"Lois," Clark began, his voice hesitant, "the doctor… he mentioned something during our session." He paused, stealing a glance at her, searching for any hint of disapproval.

"What did he say, Clark?" Lois prompted, her voice laced with curiosity.

He took a deep breath. "He… he said that you have a specific… preference." His cheeks flushed a light pink.

Lois raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Preference? What do you mean?"

"He said you have a… fetish for… well, for truly large penises," Clark stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lois's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The moment she'd been subtly manipulating him towards, thanks to the doctor's subliminal influence. A thrill of excitement shot through her, but she maintained a facade of nonchalance.

"He's not wrong," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, a secret confession finally escaping her lips. "I'm definitely a size queen. A big size queen." She glanced sideways at Clark, gauging his reaction. His face was bright red and he was staring at the floor. "Do you want to know a secret, Clark?" she asked in a husky voice, inching closer to him on the couch. "A dirty secret?"

Clark turned to her, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Yes."

Lois leaned forward until her mouth was nearly touching his ear, her breath hot on his skin. "Sometimes," she whispered, "when we're having sex… I imagine someone else." Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she confessed her darkest secret to her husband. "Someone like... Bane... or Lobo, even... Darkseid."

Clark shuddered, a wave of arousal washing over him as he imagined Lois' lithe body writhing in ecstasy beneath the hulking forms of those powerful villains. "And what is it about them that you find so... enticing?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Lois let out a soft moan, her desire building as she imagined their imposing figures towering over her, their massive cocks ramming into her again and again as she screamed in pleasure.

"Their size," she whispered breathlessly, "the thought of their huge cocks filling me up... stretching me to my limit... it turns me on like nothing else."

The words sent a jolt of arousal through Clark's body, his cock stiffening between his thighs at the thought of his wife being used and dominated by those monstrous men. "And what about me?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "Does our sex life satisfy you?"

Lois hesitated, struggling to maintain her composure. "Truthfully," she began, choosing her words carefully, "it doesn't. Not anymore." She could see Clark's face fall, a look of hurt flashing across his features before quickly disappearing. "But," she continued, "I'm not blaming you. It's not your fault."

"Then whose fault is it?" he asked quietly.

"Mine," she replied firmly. "I'm the one with the fetish, after all." A wave of guilt washed over her at the sight of her husband's dejected expression, but she knew the lie had to be maintained. Because as bad as she felt about hurting her man, it also made her horny as hell. She was a horny, dirty, always ready to fuck and bisexual slut after all.

Clark's mind was racing as he contemplated her confession. "Lois," he began tentatively, "if it's just a matter of size… maybe we could work something out."

She cocked her head to the side, regarding him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"If your primary interest is in the size of the… penis," he explained, his cheeks flushing red as he **** himself to continue, "then maybe we could find someone who would meet your needs." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Someone who could satisfy you."

Lois wasn’t caught off guard by his suggestion, expecting it and her pulse quickened at the thought. "Who did you have in mind?" she asked cautiously, struggling to mask her excitement.

Clark fidgeted nervously, averting his gaze as he struggled to articulate the idea that had taken root in his mind. "There's… there's someone we both trust who is dedicated to helping us through this. Someone who has already given me advice and is a very attractive man."

Lois's mind reeled at the implication of his words. Was Clark suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? Could he really be okay with sharing her with someone else? It seemed too good to be true, but something about the idea excited her. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of being shared, Clark watching as he used her body for his pleasure. "Doctor Wayne?" she asked tentatively, her heart pounding in her chest.

Clark nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "He's a good man and... I know we can trust him." He struggled to keep his voice steady as he continued, "Maybe it's time to have dinner with him."

Lois's voice took on a suggestive tone. "Are you implying he possesses such… impressive equipment?"

Clark, his voice barely audible, admitted, "I… I used my X-ray vision. And let me tell you, Lois, he… he's much bigger than me. At my- best. Completely soft and relaxed, it was easily ten inches long and as thick as your forearm." He paused, searching her face for any sign of disapproval. "I would understand if that isn't what you want, Lois, but..."

Lois's mind was racing as she processed his words. The thought of the Doctor's enormous cock buried inside of her again sent a thrill of excitement through her body and she felt a familiar warmth pooling in her core. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"If you think that would help us," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "then I would be willing to try." A wicked grin spread across her face as she imagined the Doctor fucking her senseless, filling her pussy with his thick, pulsating cock as Clark watched from the sidelines.

"Sharing, huh?" she mused after a moment, her voice a low, husky whisper. "And what about you, Clark? Would you really be okay with this?"

"As long as I can be there to watch... yes," Clark said, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to control his desire. "It would arouse me so to see you with someone else, Lois. To see you screaming in pleasure as a huge penis, one far superior to mine, ravages your tight little… er vagina." His cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he spoke, but his words were laced with desire.

Lois' pussy throbbed at the thought, her heart racing as she imagined her husband watching as the Doctor fucked her. "Would you... masturbate? Would you stroke your- fat super cock while you watched me get fucked?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with excitement.

Clark groaned, his cock straining against his pants at the thought of jacking off in front of his wife while she was getting fucked by another man. "Yes," he replied hoarsely, "I'd stroke my- self while watching you scream in pleasure." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing, "And what about you, Lois? Would you enjoy seeing me get off while you were-?”