More Sexual Frustration

How could Sue Storm sleep?

She lay down in her bed, Reed's side cold and empty. Curled around the pillow with the image of her psychiatrist. Long into the night, the pillow between her thighs, between her breasts. Arms wrapped around it. Her cheek against Karla's cheek.

What would she say, if her husband came in to see her like this? How would she explain it, if one of the children came in and saw mommy curled up around a pillow of another woman? Thankfully, the kids were both past the point where they didn't sleep through the night, and Reed more often than not wouldn't come in until well past midnight, to catch a few hours of deep sleep before waking up to the smell of coffee and...

Sue's mind drifted off to her session with Dr. Stone. Karla. How she had smiled as Sue had related her frustrating inability to cum, even using the technique that Dr. Stone had showed her. The image of the naked, masturbating woman came to Sue's mind strongly, and she felt a hot flush through her body. She hugged the pillow to her closer, breathing in the scent of it, which emanated Karla's perfume.

Slowly, in the dark, Sue shifted her hips. Her panties rubbed against the seam of the pillow. It reminded her of when she was a young woman at university. Staying in the boarding house, she'd had to share a room with her brother for a semester, and it was frustrating for both of them. Unable to find a release from their nighttime urges, too conscious of the noises in the room. More than one night, Sue had bitten her blanket and stuffed a pillow between her thighs, **** for any kind of stimulation, but unable to do anything for fear he would hear.

She had thought that married life would be the end of such loneliness. A part of her had secretly hoped that Reed was a horndog, that together they could explore some of the sexual things she had only read about or seen in magazines. It had been a bitter pill when she discovered that Reed was more interested in procreation than recreational sex, and that his sex drive diminished as they both got older, while hers seemed to increase.

Sue buried her face into the pillow with Karla's face and moaned softly as she humped it in the dark. The sexual tension within her was like a spring wound tighter and tighter. Yet no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, Sue couldn't get herself off.

"Cumming is cheating," Karla's voice seemed to echo in Sue Storm's brain as she finally faded out of consciousness. "And cumming is cheating."

So it was all week. As Sue Storm's tension grew, night after night, so did her temper fray. The other members of the team could feel her seething frustration, just beneath the surface. The kids played quietly, Johnny and Ben were extra careful to do their household chores. Only Reed Richards seemed oblvious to Sue's growing agitation.

Then, on the day of her next appointment, Dr. Stone texted Sue with an instruction for their session.