A Life Model Decoy

"Susan—are you sure about this?"

Reed Richards held his wife's hand as they stood in the robotic containment vault. This was where the Fantastic Four kept the scraps of advanced androids they fought and defeated, for later study and disassembly. It was also where they kept a handful of LMDS—Life Model Decoys. Advanced humanoid androids designed to perfectly impersonate a specific individual. Reed had gotten access to a few thanks to advancements he'd made in their design, and Sue had "acquired" a few more during her missions for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Three of them were perfect duplicates of Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, and Susan Storm herself—Ben Grimm's inhuman appearance was too difficult to mimic. The other three were Captain America, Maria Hill, and the Black Panther. All of them were clothed at the moment, in their typical uniform or costume. Yet Sue knew that they were all anatomically accurate.

That had been one of the advances that Reed had made to the design. To better emulate a human being. His LMDs could eat, drink, urinate, even...perform sexually. Something that the Nick Fury LMDs had proven on more than one occasion. Sue had read the trial reports.

She squeezed her husband's hand.

"If it helps," she said, and gave him a slightly naughty smile. "I mean, it's really no different than using a dildo, right? Like I'm giving you a sexy little show."

He leaned over and kissed her on the neck. When she had first brought up the idea—really, Dr. Stone's idea—she wasn't sure how Reed would react. His enthusiasm had surprised her. Sue hadn't seen her husband that excited in...well, not since the night she got pregnant with Valeria, frankly. A part of her wondered if he hadn't had something like this in the back of his mind for a long time.

"So...how do you want me to start?" she said. Her hand rested on the broad chest of the Captain America LMD. "Do you want to choose one, or should I...?"

"Why don't you go with...T'Challa, for tonight," Reed said, a strange tone in his voice. "If you like it, we can always try the others later. It would be fascinating to see you with a woman. Or more than one man..."

Sue flushed. Reed picked up a remote control, and the listless android of the King of Wakanda stiffly raised their head, looked around. The chest seemed to rise and fall, as if it breathed. The figure moved with an odd, cat-like grace as it stepped forward from its recharging niche. Sue knew that it would be warm to the touch—that was another of Reed's innovations, changing the waste heat dispersal to mimic human body temperatures.

"Susan. Reed," the android spoke with T'Challa's voice, his calm, deep, regal tones. "Why am I here?"

"You're here to fuck my wife," Reed said, and she saw his rubbery body quiver with excitement at the words.

Sue made T'Challa invisible as they walked back to the master bedroom. The kids were in bed, Johnny was out for the night, and Ben was up reading. Still, she didn't want any awkward questions. Once the door was sealed, the master bedroom was effectively soundproof.

No one to hear Sue gasp as the Black Panther LMD grabbed her by the neck, and with one swipe of his claws tore her pajamas from her body.

"Not too rough," Reed said, eyes wide. He had his cock in his hand, harder than she'd seen him in years, as he moved into a chair with a good view of the bed. "Make love to her! I want to see her cum..."

A button was pressed. The Black Panther mask retracted, to reveal soft chocolate skin with high cheekbones, and stern brown eyes beneath close-cropped hair. The claws retracted from his gloves as the LMD's hands shifted, not to **** Sue Storm, but to lightly grasp her neck and lower her to the bed.

Almost daintily, he pulled apart the shreds of her ruined pajamas. The dark eyes were fixed on her as her slowly removed parts of his own costume as well. To reveal more of the broad shoulders, the bulging muscles beneath those dark arms and chest. Then finally the pants came off...

Sue Storm wondered whether the real T'Challa was that big. That hard.

Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. The Black Panther knelt down. His mouth opened and seemed to engulf her pussy. His eyes stared up at her as his tongue worked with almost mechanical precision, the strong, wet, warm slippery muscle that moved up and down her clit, over and over. Depositing a copious amount of a water-based lubricant which would pass for saliva in anything except a lab test. Another of Reed's little improvements.

"Now," Reed whispered...and the android rose, moved over her. The tip of a prick that wasn't her husband's pressed against the Invisible Woman's snatch. She tried to tell herself it was just a dildo, that this was just an overgrown sex toy, no different than a little roleplaying with her husband.

Yet it felt so real.

I'm definitely going to have a lot to tell Dr. Stone next week!