“It’s okay.” Her eyes were on Evan.

Ben was thrusting deep, grunting as he came, and Evan watched his wife’s beautiful climax, her face twisted into an expression that could have been mistaken for pain out of context.

Her hands pulled the covers, her back arched, and she shuddered against Ben. Evan could hear her whispering, “Oh, oh, oh,” over and over as she came.

And still she never stopped looking at him. He knew she was coming for him- with him-somehow. When he looked down, he saw that his hand was gripping in vain at his own crotch, as if he could feel something there.

“Jesus,” Ben whispered, sitting back on his heels.

Stef let out a breath, stretching out on her belly on the bed and hugging a pillow. There were tears slipping down her cheeks as she mouthed, I love you, again to her husband.

“Are you okay?” Ben touched her thigh, moving to stretch out beside her.

He looked over her to Evan, his eyes a question. Evan nodded, wheeling his chair slowly over toward the bed.

“Stef?” He stroked her hair.

She leaned up to kiss him, and he tasted her tears.

“I love you,” she whispered. Glancing back at Ben, she held her hand out to him, and he took it, looking dazed. She kissed his palm. “Life is so fucked up.”

“It’s okay.” Evan wiped at her tears with his thumb. “I’ll be your superman, remember?”

“You are my superman.” She smiled, shaking her head at him, her tears falling onto his hand. “Don’t you know that? You always were.” The End