The morning sun filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a warm glow over Elena's naked body as she straddled me, her voluptuous curves silhouetted against the light. We'd barely slept the night before—our passion reignited after the asteroid crisis, every touch a reminder of how close we'd come to losing each other again. She lowered herself onto my cock slowly, her pussy already slick and welcoming, gripping me like velvet steel as she sank down inch by inch. "God, Alex... you're so hard for me already," she moaned, her full breasts bouncing slightly with the motion, nipples hardened peaks begging for attention.
I groaned, hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her hips, guiding her as she began to ride. "I can't get enough of you, Elena... fuck, you feel incredible. So tight... so perfect." My thumbs brushed her clit, circling as she picked up pace, her ass slapping against my thighs with each downward thrust. The bedframe creaked under our superhuman rhythm, but we didn't care—our auras flickered faintly, violet and purple sparks dancing across our skin like fireworks in the cosmos.
She leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest, lips capturing mine in a hungry kiss. "I love you... so much... fuck me harder, baby... make me cum all over your cock." Her hips rolled faster—super speed kicking in subtly, turning her movements into a blur of pleasure. I thrust up to meet her, each slam echoing like distant thunder from our space escapades, her pussy clenching in waves that sent shockwaves through me. "Yes... right there... you're my everything... my hero... fill me up!"
I flipped us suddenly—pinning her beneath me, legs over my shoulders for deeper access. "You're mine, Elena... all mine. Cum for me... let me feel you shatter." I pounded relentlessly—deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts jiggle, her moans escalating to cries that could rival the lightning from our unrestricted nights. "So wet... so hot... I love how you take me... every inch."
She arched, nails digging into my back—super strength leaving faint marks that healed instantly. "Alex! I'm cumming... yes... don't stop... fuck me through it!" Her orgasm hit like a nova—pussy fluttering, milking me as purple energy surged, her body convulsing beneath me. The intensity pushed me over—thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside her with a groan. "Fuck... Elena... take it all... I love you."
We collapsed—sweaty, breathless, laughing softly as sparks faded. "I don't think we've stopped since the asteroid," she whispered, nuzzling my neck. "Craving you every second."
"Me too," I replied, kissing her forehead. "Happier than ever."
And we were. The world had accepted us again—cheers replacing boos, headlines praising "Earth's Dynamic Duo." Kids idolized us; fans asked for autographs. But between missions—quick busts of robbers or thugs—we indulged. One afternoon, after I stopped a gang mugging in broad daylight, Elena met me on a rooftop. "Couldn't wait," she said, unzipping her suit to expose her breasts. We'd fuck there—her riding me against the ledge, moans muffled by kisses. "Yes... deeper... I need you always." Another time, spotting a minor asteroid scout, we'd fly to it—crushing it to pieces mid-sex, her bounces shattering rock as I thrust, "Destroy it with me... cum while the stars watch!"
Loads of passionate sex filled our days—craving each other like air. "I love you... more than anything," she'd say during slow sessions in bed, her pussy gripping as we made love missionary-style. "Age gap or not, you're my universe." Orgasms endless—sparks flying, bodies shuddering in harmony.
Everything felt perfect.
Until the call.
The call from Mum last night had left a knot in my stomach that refused to loosen. Dad—my steady, predictable Dad—leaving after 20 years together, 15 married? It didn't add up. Elena sensed it too, her hand squeezing mine in as we walked over to my parents' house the next day. "Something's off," she said quietly. "Your dad isn't the type. We'll figure it out."
Mum was calmer this time—still red-eyed, but holding it together with tea and forced smiles. She hugged us both, lingering on Elena. "Thank you for coming again. I... I don't know what to do."
We sat in the living room—same couch, same family photos on the wall. Dad's smiling face in wedding pictures, vacations, my graduation. It hurt to look at them now.
"Have you heard from him?" I asked.
Mum shook her head. "He texted once. Said he was sorry, that he'd explain soon. Then nothing. And... he wants to introduce her. Valentina. Tonight. Here."
Elena and I exchanged glances. My pulse quickened—not from fear, but something else. Curiosity? Apprehension? I pushed it down. I loved Elena. She was my universe—beautiful, powerful, kind. No one could change that.
The doorbell rang at 7 p.m. sharp.
Mum froze. I stood. "I'll get it."
I opened the door.
Dad stood there—same salt-and-pepper hair, same tired eyes, but his posture was different. Straighter. Lighter. Beside him: Valentina.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
She was stunning—long dark hair cascading in waves, olive skin glowing under the porch light, full lips painted deep red. Her dress was emerald green, clinging to an hourglass figure that rivaled Elena's—breasts full and high, waist narrow, hips flaring dramatically into thick, toned thighs. She was tall, almost my height in heels, with an effortless sensuality that hit like a wave. Her eyes—dark, almost black—met mine, and a small, knowing smile curved her lips.
"Alex," Dad said, voice hesitant. "This is Valentina."
Valentina extended a manicured hand. "It's wonderful to finally meet you. Your father speaks so highly of you."
I shook her hand—her grip firm, warm, lingering a fraction too long. A spark—electric, unfamiliar—shot through me. I loved Elena. She was everything. But Valentina... she was magnetic. My body reacted—pulse quickening, heat pooling low. I hated it, but couldn't deny it.
"Come in," I managed.
Inside, Mum stood rigid. Elena rose from the couch—elegant in her black sweater and jeans, curves still commanding attention. She stepped forward, hand out. "Elena. Nice to meet you both."
Valentina's eyes flicked over her—appraising, not hostile. "The famous neighbor. I've heard so much. You're even more beautiful in person."
Elena smiled—polite, but her eyes were sharp. "Thank you. And you."
Dad cleared his throat. "Let's... sit."
The living room felt too small. We took seats—Dad and Valentina on the loveseat, Mum in the armchair, Elena and I on the couch. Tension crackled.
Dad spoke first. "I know this is hard. For all of you. But... I fell in love. Valentina and I... we connected. In ways I haven't felt in years."
Mum's voice cracked. "Twenty years, Toni. Fifteen married. And you throw it away?"
Valentina leaned forward, voice soft. "I never meant to hurt anyone. Toni was unhappy... lost. I gave him something new. Something alive."
Dad nodded. "It's not your fault, love. It's mine. I should have talked sooner."
I stared at Dad—anger simmering. "You left her. After everything. How could you?"
Dad looked away. "I tried to be happy. But I wasn't. Valentina... she makes me feel young again. Seen."
Valentina's eyes met mine—dark, intense. "Your father needed someone who understood his passions. His dreams. I listen. I see him."
The room heated. Mum sobbed quietly. Elena squeezed my hand—grounding me.
I looked at Valentina—really looked. She was breathtaking—lips full, body a promise, aura magnetic. My cock twitched—traitorous, unwanted. I loved Elena. She was my universe. But Valentina... she was dangerous.
Elena spoke—calm, measured. "Love isn't always logical. But leaving a family... that's a choice. One with consequences."
Valentina nodded. "I respect that. And I respect you two. You're... strong together. I can see it."
Dad stood. "We didn't come to fight. Just to be honest. Valentina and I... we're moving in together. Soon."
Mum broke. "Get out."
Dad hesitated—then nodded. Valentina stood—graceful, coat slipping off her shoulders to reveal more of that dress. She looked at me one last time—eyes lingering. "It was nice meeting you, Alex. Truly."
They left.
Silence.
Mum cried. Elena comforted her—arm around her shoulders, whispering. "You're not alone. We're here."
I paced—anger, confusion churning. Valentina's presence lingered like perfume. I hated it. I loved Elena. End of story.
My mother sobbed she couldn't process how fast things were moving with Dad and Valentina. Moving in with her after knowing her for a week, it didnt make sense nor did abandoning mum after 15 years of marriage.
Later, walking back home, Elena spoke softly. "She was... intense."
"Yeah."
A pause. "You felt it too. The attraction."
Guilt hit. "I love you. Only you."
She touched my hand. "I know. And I love you. But she's... something. Be careful."
I nodded. "Always."
But the seed was planted.
The new threat wasn't just Valentina.
It was what she represented.