Lois and Clark's Night Together

A few days later saw Superman flying through the air over the Atlantic Ocean, bearing the weight of a 747 passenger plane overhead. One of its engines was dead, smoke billowing out from under the wing. He didn't know what malfunction had occurred to sew this aircraft's would-be destruction but he was happy he'd been in the area to overhear the tell-tale explosion and the subsequent screams of alarm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened. There is no reason to be alarmed because Superman has arrived and he's taken over the flying of this plane. We will be landing safely at JFK airport soon" The pilot's voice sounded throughout the interior, the relief in his voice palpable.

Twenty minutes later, Superman set the plane down on the runway amongst a plethora of emergency vehicles. He slipped out from underneath the fuselage and hovered in the air, scanning the plane with his X-ray vision for any injured passengers who might need fast travel to the nearest hospital. Seeing none he made to leave even as he heard the gasps of the people inside as they saw him for the first time as they came down the inflatable exit slides.

He felt the now familiar tingle all over his body of a job well done, then turned to wave to them, giving them a thumbs-up before shooting up into the sky again.

Next on his list was foiling a bank robbery by the unlikely pair-up of Killer Frost and Plastique, followed by detecting a middle-aged man about to kill himself with a handgun. There was nothing Clark could do to really stop the fellow if he truly wanted to end his life but his breath was thick with ****. He'd saved him in this moment of weakness and perhaps with professional help and a family alerted to the danger, he might decide to take a different path. It was all Superman could do and it felt good to help one more person before he went home.

Back in their Metropolis apartments, Clark found Lois hard at work at the dining room table, tapping away at her laptop.

"How was your day, honey?" she asked without looking up.

"Great. I just saved a 747 full of people," he said, walking up behind her and resting his hands on her shoulder, kissing the top of her head.

"Oh? That's great," she said, still concentrating on her work.

Clark couldn't help but grin at that. The fact that his heroic duties were merely everyday minutia to her was one of the many things he loved about her.

"I'll say," he murmured, kissing her neck.

He was rewarded with a giggle before she swatted at him.

"Clark! Must you always be trying to woo me at the dining room table?"

He pulled back frowning.

"I didn't realize I was being so obvious," Clark said sheepishly.

"Oh hush, you," she said, flicking her hand at him. "I have to finish writing this article on the mayor's refusal to admit that the city's education budget needs increase. Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes, but..."

"But- no buts, mister!" she said sternly, pointing her finger at him. "Now go away and let me work."

"But honey..." he started again.

"Out!" she said, hitting him with a cushion.

He held up his hands in mock surrender and backed out of the room. Upon reaching the hallway he gave her one last longing glance before slipping out of the room.

He took off his clothes and took a shower. When he came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist he found Lois on the bed, laying on top of the covers in her black lingerie set, a bustier that heaved up her beautiful breasts, with garters and stockings showcasing her stunning legs. Her piercing violet shaded eyes met his, a slight upward quirk to her lips.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Excited but also feeling a now familiar trepidation, wondering if his manhood would cooperate.

"Hey handsome," she said, extending her hand to him.

He smiled and raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were busy." Despite his words, he dropped his towel and approached, very aware of his penis still hanging limply over his balls. He steeled himself, recalling his brand new tactic for achieving full hardness. It was rather amusing how the Doctor Lois had found for their problems really had provided a solution, just probably not in the way either of them had expected.

"And you believed me, Smallville?" she asked as he got into bed with her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She slipped out from under him and he laid down as she got up on her knees, still bent and kissing him as her hand stroked his flaccid member.

"C'mon big fella," she whispered in his ear, "let's show Mrs. Kent what she's gonna get."

Clark grinned at that little inside joke between them as he closed his eyes and pictured a naked Doctor Wayne, massive elephant trunk of a cock dangling over the kneeling form of his secretary, Ms. Aniston, as she stroked and kissed it.

With that his manhood began to grow, and he opened his eyes to see her smiling at him, obviously liking what she saw.

"Well hello there, big guy." she said, and bent over to take him in her mouth.

"Ooohhh, yes..." he groaned as she began to suck him off, using one hand to gently caress his testicles.

Clark settled back onto the bed as his lovely wife sucked his soft member, closing his eyes he pulled out his secret weapon and pictured the good doctor drilling his hot secretary. Like clockwork, imagining them together gave him an absolute raging hard-on. Lois made a warm happy sound as his stiffy filled her bobbing mouth.

He reached down and gently massaged her head as she blew him, not forcing her or anything, but running his fingers through her hair to let her know that he wanted her to keep doing what she was doing. He looked down at her as she serviced him, admiring the curves of her body and the way her hips flared out to give a wide base for her small but shapely legs.

She pulled back and smiled at him. "Ready big boy?" she whispered, and he just grinned.

She got up onto the bed and laid down on her back, spreading her legs slightly and touching herself as her other hand beckoned him to join her.

He crawled up between her legs and began to gently caress her body, kissing here and there as she began to moan softly. So long as he kept picturing the assuredly very well-hung psychologist plowing his beautiful blonde assistant, Clark's penis remained steadfast. He settled in between her legs and began to gently press himself inside her as she arched her back and moaned.

"Oh, yes... so good... fill me up..." she whispered into his ear, and he was soon thrusting in and out of her warm embrace as she wrapped her legs around him.
Lois began to kiss him passionately, their tongues dancing as they made love.

“Yeah baby,” moaned Lois. “Harder, harder, just a little more, I’m close baby, real close,” and then “Nooo, please not again,” as Clark groaned and felt his erection softening.

"Argh," he grunted, pulling out and then flopping over onto his back.

"Ahh..." moaned a frustrated and disappointed Lois. "Again?"

"I'm sorry, I just... can't," he said in defeat.

Lois slithered down and wrapped her mouth around him. He twitched a bit at the feeling of her hot mouth enveloping him, "Maybe you just need a little help!"

He enjoyed his wife's warm mouth around his frustratingly limp member. It galled him that his dick was so unresponsive in the very moment that he needed it to stand tall to pleasure his love. As Lois' sucked and bobbed, her tongue teasing his **** length, Clark called forth the undeniably sexy image of the good doctor fucking his secretary over his desk. This strategy was almost instantly successful as he felt his penis grow hard.

"Mmmm, there we go. What was that? Three seconds?" She winked and kept going.

He moaned in pleasure as she deep throated him, her wet mouth almost making him forget the shameful visions his mind had provided. Those images began to fade as he felt himself drawing close. He used his hands to slow her bobbing head, "St-stop, s-top, baby!" He stammered.

"Mmmm?" She moaned pleasurably as she pulled her mouth off him.

"I want to be inside you when I come," he managed to say.

He rolled over, ready to mount his prize, when he realized that his earlier psychic images had not gone away. In fact he was now seeing the Doctor mounting his wife in Clark's place, sending an erotic thrill through his entire body. This was wrong, it was perverse! He fought against it, trying to drown these visions out and replace them with something more appropriate, like that time he made love to his wife in the Fortress of Solitude, or that other time he saved her life...

No. Instead, he found himself looking at the image of the good doctor slamming into his wife from behind, her face contorted in ecstatic pleasure as she moaned and screamed.

Clark's cock erupted after only grazing across his Lois' folds once, spitting his semen out across her navel, splattering atop her abdomen, successive spurts dirtying her bosom.

His knees instinctively buckled and he fell forward, his body shaking as he reached his arm out to support himself. He managed to lean against her in time for him to find a more comfortable position on his side.

He grimaced as his flaccid member slipped out of her and fell to the bed.

Lois turned herself around to face him, smiling mischievously.

"That was nice." she said.

"It would have been better if I managed to stay hard and not cum so quickly..." he admitted somewhat sullenly.

"You can make up for it next time. I'm going to go clean up," she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips, before slipping out of the bed and sauntering into the bathroom, cute butt sashaying from side to side the entire time.

She closed the door and he laid there in silence, listening to the sounds of his wife preparing for bed as he wondered just what had happened tonight.