Turn off the computer and confront your wife.

For a brief moment you enjoy the sight of Power Girl vainly struggling, swearing and threatening as a guard dressed all in black, including a hood to protect his identity, cuts the remaining of her white suit from her body with a special knife and then rips her panties from her body, exposing her huge tits and blonde covered snatch.

“No. Not that.” The super-heroine stammers in shock as a thick leather whip, devilishly encrusted with small shards of a faintly glowing green gem, comes into the foreground of the picture. “You can't whip me with that! Not on my chest!”

Though this checks off numerous dark fantasies from you juvenile memory you have never come close to using porn since meeting Selina and you are more then a bit offended your erring wife is tempting you so. Pressing the upper right hand corner button with the tip of your shoe you turn the computer off.

“What the hell?” Your wife complains but is so aroused she continues to masturbate for a few more seconds until she lets go of the vibrator, and her tits, and flips up the visor while leaning over to deal with the computer and then sees your feet.

“Oh, fuck.” She groans and looks up at you.

“Selina, what are you doing?” You waste no time getting to the point.

“Masturbating.” She answers without hesitation or shame.

“I can see that.” You reply with exasperation. “But while watching another woman getting tortured and maybe ****? It would be bad enough if it was fake but that really is Power Girl! She is a superhero.”

“The bitch deserves it.” You barely hear your wife grumble to herself as she stands.

“What did you say?”

“I'll tell you a secret,” Selina calmly informs you, “the vast majority of supers are freaks, especially the girls. Huntress, Harlequin, Titania, Emma Frost, Tigra, She-Hulk, and don't even get me started on the Baroness, Starfire or the Scarlet Witch, the rumors about her.”

“And what about you?” You interrupt.

Selina puts her hands on her full hips and gives you an incredulous look. “If the leather cat suit and the whip hasn't given it away by now, the last few months of us nightly fucking the hell out of each other should have told you something doc.”

“This is serious.” You refused to be played but the fact Selina has left her cat suit unzipped, showing most of her cleavage and upper abdomen making it a bit difficult to stay focused.

“Look.” The busty ex-con defiantly glares at you. “Yes, your wife is a freak who watched some porn to masturbate to while her husband was away. Big flipping deal. Can't we just skip the lecture and get on with you fucking my brains out, I'm horny as fuck and really need to cum.”