Marry The Steel

"She's looking at you," Clark said, in his calm, confident, almost therapeutic voice. He seemed to be ushering Lois away from her anger and jealousy with nothing more than whispered words, brushing touches of his hands. She is looking at me, Lois thought excitedly. That beautiful woman is looking at me. It was invigorating.

Clark knelt down before her, winding his fingers through the waistband of Lois's panties. He tugged at them with little force, barely causing the fabric to fold, and Lana watched. Lois's strong face turned bright scarlet and she averted her eyes—then looked back, registering a certain excitement in Lana when she looked at her, and a growing curiosity in how Lana's eyes traced over her breasts, her lips, her own curious eyes. Her gaze seemed as sly and subtle as Clark's hands.

Now that Lois stood unafraid—grinning a little, in fact, challenging Lana with her own beauty and confidence in her sexual prowess—Clark removed her panties. Lana's face lit up, seeing the trim black hair of Lois's sex, the perfect symmetry of her loins now revealed in full, keeping with the rest of her gorgeous body. Lana squirmed girlishly on the bed, like a child on Christmas morning, and Lois smiled at how taken Lana was.

"We have a custom on Krypton," Clark said, sitting beside Lana on the bed. He reached out to lovingly stroke Lana's flank, and Lois found herself wishing it was her hand feeling how smooth Lana's body was. "There's no fighting within marriage. When two partners come into conflict, they have sex. After that, the problem usually ends up resolved."

"That's a good custom," Lois said.

"And Lois knows a lot about eating pussy."

For once, Lois took the jab without offense. "That I do..."

She crawled atop the bed.

Lana opened her legs.

Clark closed the door and locked it.

This was nothing the night watchman needed to see.