You're married to superman, an extremely desirable and loving man. Clark Kent would give anything up for you.

So, why the hell did you let your desires for Bruce Wayne cloud your judgement?

That's what you ask yourself as you lay in Bruce's arms, having just cheated on your husband with him.

You're sweaty and sore from the long session the two of you just shared. His large, calloused hand caresses your arm.

"I can be much better than Clark," Bruce rasps out the blunt words, as if he knew what you were thinking.