When Reed Returns, Sue Tries To Hide Her Affair

Welcomes home. The once-quite living quarters atop the Baxter Building bustling with activity. Children screaming and playing. Reed Richards in his lab, studying the data they had gathered. Johnny Storm flying out into the night, and returning drunk with lipstick on his collar. Alicia Masters and Ben Grimm on the couch in the living room, listening to an old movie, Ben narrating the action for the blind woman.

Sue Storm, sneaking out invisibly to meet with her lover.

They kept things on the down-low. Private movie nights, candle-lit take-out dinners. Porkum could sit on the other side of the table, and the tip of his cock could tickle Sue's pussy. Their lovemaking was torrid. Hot kisses. Gentle, **** pleasures as he stuffed her full to bursting. Until she begged him to empty himself inside of her. The cries of her climax like nothing she had ever issued with Reed.

Yet in the end, they had to part. Sue would have to wash the cum out of her cheating cunt, and walk back to the Baxter Building on wobbly legs.

They had ****. That's what Sue Storm told herself, as Porkum held her in his arms and kissed her neck. When she slid into her cold marriage bed. She smiled when she played with the children, her and Reed's children. She fought side-by-side with her husband against a Kronan spore-invasion, and a strange attack by the symbiotes on the New York fashion scene. Yet it felt so hollow now, so pointless. She was where she was supposed to be...yet she couldn't be with the one she loved.

Sue Storm did admit to herself she loved Porkum, now.

She missed him when they were apart, her heart ached, and she only picked at her food. Sometimes the children saw her sigh and look wistfully out of the widow, int he direction of the former pork-packing plant that had become her home-away-from-home. Every time she went there, she found it a little different. Porkum had picked up his trash. A King-sized bed had been secured for the both of them. A closet, where Sue kept a few changes of clothes. A spare toothbrush on the sink, next to Porkum's.

During nights when she couldn't be with him, Sue slipped her hand down between her legs and let her fingers feel how slick and wet she was, thinking of him. Sometimes she couldn't stop there, but would frig herself mercilessly, until she was a panting and sweaty mess, murmurring his name under her breath.

Sue never touched Reed anymore. A perfunctory kiss on the cheek, that was all. If he minded the sudden coldness, or even noticed, he said nothing. The neglect made Sue yearn for Porkum even more. As weeks turned into months, she wanted what other people had. The chance to be open about their relationship. To go out to clubs, theaters. To live together as...

But it was impossible. Wasn't it?