Helena Bertinelli gazed into her lover's eyes as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She held her breath as his prick penetrated her warm box. This wasn't the norm for them, not for Huntress and Nightwing. Most of the time, it was just wild rooftop fucking, a way to relieve the tension after a tough night of crimefighting. They never even bothered to strip down or take off the masks, and they never talked afterwards. They just went their own ways, with him going back to his girlfriend Batgirl, who waited patiently in his bed.
But tonight was different. She wanted something something different. She wanted real intimacy. And so here she was, in Dick Grayson's bed, making love to him in his girlfriend's place as Barbara was off solving her own crime. Helena should have felt guilt over screwing her own friend and teammate's love behind her back, but she didn't. She was enjoying this too much. For the first time in a long time, she was being treated like a lover, rather than just a fuck buddy. If Barbara had a problem with that, she should have taken better care of her man sexually. Was it Helena's fault that she was much better at giving head?
Off to her side, she saw her own reflection in the mirror. It was beautiful, to see their bodies move as one as he thrusted him into her at a steady rhythm. It was like an artfully directed sex scene of a movie. He was gentle, but firm. And very large, as well. Of all the men and women she'd bedded, few could compare to the former sidekick's physical gifts and technique. It was little wonder that the superhero women of the world treated him like the local bicycle.
Her breath shortened as she felt her peak approaching. "I'm close!" she quietly stammered, staring at him with her longing eyes. Her hands flew to his back, and clutched tightly to him. Their mouths mashed together, as he gave her a few more thrusts, embedding himself inside of her. They climaxed together, her body shuddering as he filled her womb with his seed. It was beautiful, nearly perfect. (This was what it must be like with Barbara), Helena thought. Even when her redhead partner was just feasting on her sloppy seconds, she had obviously never been left unsatisfied. Helena wondered how Barbara would react if she had ever found out.
Meanwhile, Barbara was at loss for words, having witnessed what had just transpired. It wasn't the first time she had seen him fooling around with another woman. As much as he tried to deny it, she knew that Dick was a horndog. She probably should be mad at him, but it was difficult. Aside from the cheating, he had always been good to her, always taking very good care of her needs. Only tonight, she had a few different needs in mind.
She marched over to the couple, as they were engaged in post-coital cuddling. Their eyes widened with fear as Barbara climbed onto the bed, pushed them apart, and, to the surprise of both of them, mounted the naked Helena.
"Babs, let me explain..." Dick started.
"No!" she rebuked, with a feigned anger. "You're a slut, Dick Grayson. A dirty slut, and so are you!" She stared accusingly at the raven-haired beauty under her.
