"If you want more, meet me at the Porker club."

"...and wear something sexy."

Three weeks later, Sue Storm looked at herself in the mirror. Her leg was better, with barely a trace of a limp, and a black garter covered the mark left by the projectile. The dress was scandalously short, paper-thin black lace that was see-through, with only thin strips of black leather along her breasts and the hem of the skirt to hide her nipples or breasts. The black thong was almost invisible, and Sue shivered at how exposed she felt...yet in her three-inch heels, it made her legs look long and shapely.

Sue shivered as she looked at the scantily-clad slut in the mirror and wondered whether she was really going to do this. Yet having come so far, she knew she wouldn't back out now.

Agatha Harkness had brought the kids back. The rest of the Fantastic Four had returned, empty-handed except for a cargo of radioactive minerals that Reed had sampled.

Everything returned to how it was.

Except Sue was different. She had felt it that night, when she had dragged her cum-filled cunny home and collapsed onto her and Reed's bed. The next morning, she had cleaned up the mess. Removed the evidence. Tried to put the memory of that night behind her, even as her body craved more of Porkum's addictive ejaculate. Never spoke a word about her disgraceful lapse, her violation, to Reed or anyone else.

Sue Storm suffered her guilt and embarrassment in silence. Felt the relief as her discreet trip to the doctor showed no pregnancy, no STDs. Followed immediately by depression as she realized what she hid from Reed and her family.

A smile hid the hole in her heart. Hard workouts. A glass of wine at night before bed. Worse, her body couldn't forget the experience. She found herself thinking about it, in the quiet moments. The memory of it invaded her dreams, so that she awoke soaked in sweat, pussy drenched. The sexual desire built and built, to overcome her at old times with almost uncontrollable lust when she could do nothing but hide and rub her aching pussy raw as she covered her head with an invisible forcefield bubble to muffle her scream.

Three weeks after her encounter with Porkum, she had drunkenly thrown herself at Reed, pawed at his pants, in the hopes that something would fill the void inside of her.

It had been disastrous. His skinny cock, which had once filled her so completely, felt inadequate as it slid easily in and out of her well-lubed hole. Sue lay there as Reed moved atop there, no better than a corpse or an inflatable doll as he moved delicately, kissed her all over, whispered words of love and...and it felt so fake to Sue. There was no pleasure in it. No fire, no passion. Not even at the end, when she felt him fall out of her, and a warm trickle down the crack of her ass told her that her husband had actual cum inside her unprotected pussy.

They lay there and cuddled. There had been a time, less than a week ago, when this was all that Sue Storm would have wanted from lovemaking. Now, she felt unsatisfied. Unfulfilled. The precious seed of the smartest man in the world dribbled out of her cheating cunt, and all Sue could think about were Porkum's final words to her.

The Porker Club...or perhaps it was better to call it the "Poke-Her" Club...was one of the dingier of adult entertainment venues in New York City. The Invisible Woman slipped past the bouncer unseen, careful to avoid bumping into anyone as she scouted out the premises. Butterflies in her stomach as she looked for Porkum.

Looked, but did not find. Naked women gyrated on poles. Scantily-clad "waitresses" moved among the clientele, men and women, who freely groped and touched. In the dark corners, sluts were on their knees, sucking off punters. A few of them might even have been minor supervillains; Sue thought she recognized the Trapster and the Wizard in their civilian garb. Yet there was no mutant pig-man with a massive hog.

The Invisible Woman slipped into the women's restroom, and let her invisibility lapse. When she emerged, a few eyes fell on her...and she felt their stairs as she strode, her gait more confident than she felt, to the bar. The woman behind the counter was older, with a lined face and and a white dress shirt. Unlike every other woman working here, her breasts weren't on display, and Sue figured her for a licensed professional.

"What'll you have?" the voice was quintessential old New York, and tired, world-weary.

"Martini, three olives," Sue said. "I'm looking for someone named Porkum."

The bartender stirred the drink. For a moment, her eyes flickered up and met Sue's. The Invisible Woman noticed the earpiece in the bartender's left ear. She set the glass down in front of Sue, the olives neatly skewered by a single long plastic pick, the head of which showed a plastic pig's head.

"VIP room. He's been waiting for you," the bartender nodded behind Sue.

The blonde sipped her drink and turned, slowly. There was a nondescript door against the far wall. No obvious security. No obvious door knobs, either. Sue knocked back the drink and sucked the olives down. For courage, she told herself, though she knew it was more to delay the inevitable. To lubricate her conscience a little as she walked toward the door, which opened as she approached within arm's reach.

She stepped into a small room. Four couches surrounded a small table-like stage. In the middle was a very realistic-looking pink dildo, a one-to-one replica of Porkum's cock. Four mirrors reflected everything back toward her. Sue's palms itched...and something hot and wet trickled down her inner thigh, to be soaked up by her garter. She couldn't see him, but she could smell him. As she stepped towards the stage, the door shut behind her.

"Go on," Porkum's voice purred from hidden speakers. "Give us a show."

Sue stepped on the stage. She turned this way and that, and saw her own slutty reflection everywhere she looked. Bump and grind music began to play, softly at first, and as her heart beat, Sue began to sway. To shift and shimmy around the cock on the table. Her hips thrust and gyrated, her tall heels clicked and clacked. A strange, terrible heat filled her as the Invisible Woman dropped down to rub her ass against the tip of that massive cock.

A part of her wanted to forget her cares and worries, but that wasn't how Sue worked. She felt the shame burn through her as she thought what her family would think if they saw the Invisible Woman brick-dance like some housewife stripper or amateur pornstar. Yet as the smell filled her nostrils, Sue realized she couldn't stop. Her motions became more frantic, her dance a frenzied series of **** humps that strained her body's athletic abilities.

Until she could take no more.

Sue pulled the thong aside and guided the tip of the dildo into her cunt. The artificial skin was slimy to the touch, filled with Porkum's pheromones, the oils from his skin, his precum. The blonde slut licked it from her fingers as she squeezed more of the porcine prick into her pussy. So different from her husbands. Bigger, thicker, and strangely more satisfying. For long minutes, Sue slid up and down, to take more and more of that forbidden cock inside of her cheating cunny...until the sound abruptly cut out and Sue heard her own moans reverberate back at her, over and over.

She wasn't sure how long she was there. Yet she knew by the end, she was hunched down, bent over, knees wide apart as she took that massive cock as far as it could go. Howled like a banshee as something hot and wet spat against the mouth of her womb, and her slutty slit spasmed and shook around the thick pole as she squirted helplessly, lost in a lusty haze.

After the climax. She squatted there, still impaled...and saw the white goo ooze out of her fresh-fucked cunny.

"That should keep you for a little while," Porkum said. "Next time, come straight in. We'll always be open for you."

Sue panted and raised her head. She couldn't see any cameras, but that didn't mean they weren't there. For a moment she considered turning the walls invisible. If Porkum was here, she could find him...but not without alerting everyone else in the club to who she was.

"I want to see you," Sue managed.

There was no answer. The door to the room opened. Instinctively, Sue turned invisible. So no one saw the woman splayed out on the dripping cock. Though if anyone was close enough to the door, they would have heard the wet schliiick as something was pulled off of that immense dick, which flopped about in mid-air...and Sue Storm limped her way back home.