Hours

The portal in the rooftop hangar opened, and the Fantastic Four's interdimensional transport slid through and settled onto its landing gear. Three grimy adventurers into the unknown clambered down the ladder. There were bags under Reed and Johnny's eyes, the stubble on their chin close to full beards, and even the Thing's eyebrow ridges were craggy and unkempt, in need of a good hour with an angle grinder.

They trooped into the Fantastic Four's living quarters like weary whalers, back from an unsuccessful hunt. The interdimensional trail had petered out, and the three were already low in spirits, even as they felt relief to be back home.

Then they heard the moans.

"Aagh...aagh...aaaaaGGGH!"

"That's Sue's voice!" Reed exclaimed. He stretched, outstepping the others as he rushed for the bedroom.

He popped his head inside just in time to see the Invisible Woman bottom out on Porkum's cock. Her slit stretched obscenely around the base of the pig-man's fuckmuscle, her abdomen bulged, stuffed to its absolute limits, the pig-man's prick filled her completely.

For a moment, Reed stood aghast, utterly shocked at this carnal display from his wife. For a moment, he was sure it had to be a life-model decay, a clone, an alternate reality duplicate. Then Sue turned her face to him—flushed red, sweaty, eyes dilated, an idiotic grin plastered on her familiar countenance. She didn't cease bouncing up and down for a moment as her blue eyes fixed on his, and she said, clearly and distinctly:

"I'm sorry, darling. He's better than you ever were."

An empty hole seemed to open in Mister Fantastic's chest. A part of him couldn't believe it. Refused to believe it.

An explosion in another room caught his attention. Something grabbed his torso and pulled. It was the Thing. Ben Grimm tugged his friend away as beams of energy flashed through the hallway.

"Doombots!" the gruff voice shouted. "Dozens of 'em! They were lyin' in wait! Johnny's clearin' the ship, but we gotta go!"

Utterly bereft, Mister Fantastic looked back at the door to his and Sue's room. The moans and squeaks of the bedsprings had never ceased. Never even slowed down. If anything, they grew louder.

Ignominiously, the Fantastic Three tumbled back into the ship they had just exited. Doombots spattered the sides of the ship with their beam weapons. Reed lay in an elastic heap, like a half-melted rubber figure as Ben Grimm took the controls and flew them into the Manhattan sky.

The Baxter Building was lost to them. The Fantastic Four were no more. On her bed, Sue Storm screamed as hot, virile seed geysered up inside of her cheating cunt, and the spasms of pleasure that shot through her body overwhelmed her sadness and heartache at this betrayal.

Porkum chuckled as she collapsed on top of him. One great pink finger teased her clit as she shook and spasmed. Thick white good oozed out around his cock. He wondered what Sue Storm's next betrayal should be.