[XXX 102] • I'll Be Your Superman

Evan, a paraplegic, knows that his wife wants more than he can give her, and he’s determined to find a way to fulfill her secret wish...

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Warning: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and a ménage a trois (MFM threesome) that turns out to be hot sex on wheels!

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EXCERPT:

“Unzip me.” She turned around and held her hair up out of the way. Both men admired the smooth curve of her shoulder and the small curls at the nape of her neck as Ben slid her zipper down, exposing her bare back and the lace edge of her black panties.

She turned toward them both, slipping her dress down off her shoulders and shrugging it to the floor.

“Oh, my God,” Ben breathed, closing his eyes for a moment and then opening them again in wonder. He looked back at Evan, his face a question.

“I know.” Evan’s smile was caught between something grim and sad, looking at her full breasts, the way her panties hugged her hips and how slim and long her legs looked in thigh-highs. “Shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it?”

“Christ, Ev!” Stef shook her head. She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at Ben. “Come here.”

He came toward her and, when he was close enough, she grabbed the loops in his jeans, jerking him a little, popping his button and unzipping him. The bulge there hadn’t lessened at all. She edged the pants down his hips, cupping her hand over him in his boxer-briefs. His sharp intake of breath was followed by a groan as she rubbed her palm there, looking up at his face.

“This is what he wants,” Stef whispered. “And I can’t say I don’t want you, Ben. What do you want?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“We can’t undo this.” She leaned in to kiss his shaft through the thin material.

“I know.” Ben’s hand stroked her hair, almost tentative. Her tongue teased the head of his cock through his briefs and he moaned. “Oh, hell. Let’s keep undoing it.”

She pulled his briefs down to his knees along with his jeans, freeing his cock. It stood pointing directly at her mouth. Her eyes caressed the length of him. He had a beautiful cock—long, thick at the base, and it curved a little to the left with a slightly engorged bounce that she steadied with her hand.

Her eyes met Evan’s as she slid her tongue over the tip of Ben’s cock, wetting him with her saliva. She took her time, easing him slowly into her mouth, seeming more interested in her own sensation than his, just enjoying the feel of him against her tongue.