A Little Guilty

In the shower, back at home, Sue Storm drew her fingers up to her nose. She could still smell Nairobi on her fingertips.

That brought the guilt.

She had betrayed Reed. Betrayed her vows, her family. The Invisible Woman slipped into the shower and turned on the water, felt the weight of her decisions weigh upon her.

That tainted hand fell between her legs. And began to rub.

Tears fell, hot and wet from burning eyes, and Sue turned her face to the showerhead to wash them away. Her hand moved with a jerky intensity, thighs trembling, unable to forget the feel, the sound, the scent, the pleasure.

"I'm an adultress," she whispered, barely a sound, and her lungs locked up tight as panic hit her, suddenly unable to breathe.

It was stupid. Stupid of her to listen to Dr. Stone, to keep seeing Nairobi after it became evident that...

...that there was more to what they were doing. She'd been letting another woman touch her, where only her husband should ever touch her. Sue had broken their vows. Desperation had driven her to it, therapy had opened the door, but Sue realized that it was all her own fault her own decision.

The Invisible Woman fell to her knees, her knuckles balled up against her cunny as though she could push her whole fist in. Her pussy strained against the unexpected **** against it, but Sue welcomed the pain.

She wanted to paint a red A on her chest. Needed to confess. To make amends.

"Oh God," she said as her forehead touched the floor, frantically humping her hand as if she could drive that little piece of Nairobi deep into her body.

"Forgive me. Forgive this poor sinner."

As a black gulf seemed to open her chest, Sue Storm bit back a scream.