Placebos

New York was no longer as seedy as it once was. Sue Storm had to do a web search on her smartphone and get directions, walk six blocks out of her way to find a sex shop "on her way" home. The petite store was squeezed in between a Chinese restaurant and a boutique tattoo parlor. A modest display of mannequins in lingerie and black whips suggested, more than advertised, the wares.

Sue Storm strode in there and let her eyes adjust for a moment. Like a casino, the inside of a porn store was somehow eternal. A white-haired old woman knit behind the counter, dressed in a bright pink T-shirt that announced her as staff. She nodded pleasantly at Sue as she came in, then looked away. Eye contact was rare in such places, Sue realized, as she stepped forward, grateful that there was no one else here. It would draw more attention for her to turn invisible here than to simply keep her head low and get on with her business.

The dildos were all along the back wall. Individually packaged, arranged by size and price. The Invisible Woman let her eyes roll over the more modest little vibrating wands the size of her pinkie finger up to the powerful Hitachi massagers that would take two hands to hold. Silicone shafts in a variety of sizes, level of anatomical detail, and options were available. Sue chewed over realistic vs. streamlined contours, realistic artificial skin or easily cleanable glass; suction cups, vibrators, testicles or no testicles...

As far from Reed's cock as possible, Dr. Stone had told Sue. The Invisible Woman bit her lip pensively as she turned her eyes from the skinnier and average-sized models—toward the ceiling, where the bigger, thicker dildos were. Sue frowned as she stared up at an eighteen-inch monster that wasn't even shaped like a phallus, but like a forearm with a fist at the end.

She had to create a small invisible step to pull it off the top of the wall. Her pussy clenched just as the sight of the monster. It seemed excessive.

The white-haired old lady checked her out with a little smile on her face, mentioned a sale on lube. Sue Storm's cheeks finally burned as she added two bottles of water-based lubricant to the purchase. Paid with cash.

Outside, Sue Storm felt exposed and ****. Yet it was New York. She might as well be invisible, people moving past her on the sidewalk, with no care that she had a monstrous pussy-punching sex toy in her nondescript black plastic bag.

There was a strange elation that went with the nervous knot in Sue Storm's stomach as she made her way back to the Baxter Building. No one knew. No one cared. The only one who cared about her deviant little shopping expedition was Sue herself. Oh, Reed and the others would probably have thoughts—she made sure the bag disappeared before she stepped in the lobby, unwilling to explain to her children why Mommy had a cunt-stretching sex toy in her hand—but Sue wondered if they would even notice if she hadn't taken such steps.

She breathed a little easier when the sex toy was safely in the back of her closet, and yet Sue wondered how much of this stress was all in her head. Just to be safe, she pulled out the bottle of pills that Dr. Stone had given her and popped one in her mouth.

That afternoon, Sue Storm spent with the children. They played with a deck of cards, and Sue taught them Old Maid, just as her grandmother had taught her. The children laughed, and Val was excited with the calculation of probabilities. The kids were well-behaved, not a one of them accused the other of cheating—

The very thought of the word brought a flush to Sue's face. She quivered for a moment, her whole body tense—yet the sensation passed. SHe gave thanks to the pillls that Dr. Stone had given her.

Unaware that they were no more than sugar pills. It was all in Sue Storm's head, after all.

Dinner was Chinese. Reed gave a generous tip, and taught the children how to use chopsticks. Ben used a pair of adamantium sticks, surprisingly delicate in his great stony paw. Johnny entertained the children by flash-frying Ben's crab rangoon, so that he got a mouth full of ashes. That started an argument, but the children laughed...Sue smoothed things over between the two...and for a while it was just the six of them. A family.

Reed in his lab. Ben reading. Johnny out on the town.

Sue Storm, not in bed, but in the bathroom, the door locked. Clean towels piled near at hand. The flat base of the silicone forearm was pressed firmly against the top of the toilet seat. The tablet was set at an angle on the sink, the speaker set to the lowest volume. CHEATING SLUTWIVES VII played. The heroine knew she should try to relax, but she couldn't. She bent her knees and pressed the pre-lubed silicone knuckles against her pussy.

Her cheating pussy.

The Invisible Woman sucked in air as her heart beat faster. It helped to think of it like that. It made her more excited.

"I'm a cheating slut," she whispered as she let some of her weight onto the fist that pressed against her cunny. She welcomed the convulsion that went through her body at the very sound of the word—and pressed harder. Her eyes locked on the screen. Untrue to her husband in her heart, if not with her body.

"Cheating—aaagh!" Sue gasped.

"Cheatin—aaah!" she moaned, as her weight settled. Her labia were pushed inward, and her vaginal walls began to stretch.

"Cheat—ngggh!" The Invisible Woman's eyes rolled up into her skull as the naked heroine's body strained, the fist still not all the way into her slit.