Sue Storm is Confused

The Invisible Woman took the long way home, circling Central Park on foot as she tried to process what had just happened. She was still rational enough to know that getting tied up by your psychiatrist and used as a sex toy wasn't normal. Yet it wasn't guilt at cheating on Reed that worried her—it was the frustration she felt, the sexual need that hadn't been fulfilled during her little experiment.

"She tells me that my stress is caused by sexual frustration—and okay, that makes sense, I've been frustrated as hell lately and my sex life was basically non-existent until I met Dr. Stone," Sue Storm muttered to herself under her breath. "But how did she expect that experience to help me? I mean, I'm more frustrated now than when I started..."

Sue bit her lip as she tried to puzzle that one out. She wasn't sure if it was exactly true.

There had been a moment during the submission where she had...let go. Just let Karla use her. That had been uncharacteristic, unfamiliar, uncomfortable. Sue was often **** to be the responsible one, the wife and mother, not just for her husband and children but for the Fantastic Four, younger heroes. She had to give and give and give, had to hold everything and everyone together.

Except...when Karla had rubbed her pussy against her, when Sue had been trapped there, it had been...there hadn't been anything for her to do except just be. That had been so strange a sensation that it had almost been a distraction from the feel of another woman's body against hers, of her own pussy aching to be touched.

It hadn't really felt like cheating. It had felt like...like Sue had gotten a glimpse of a person she hadn't been in a long time. Someone she hadn't allowed herself to be. Karla had still used her, but it was Sue's own choice to let her do it. Sue had allowed it to happen.

"Did I enjoy being used?" she wondered to herself, as she stepped through the doors of the Baxter Building.

It was something the Invisible Woman would have to think about.

The elevator doors opened into their living quarters. Franklin and Valeria were standing on Ben Grimm's shoulders in the middle of the living room, blindfolded and swinging baseball bats. Near the ceiling, Johnny Storm hovered, holding a piñata above the Thing's head. The stony hero turned watery blue eyes toward her.

"Hey Suzie. Have fun atcher appointment?" he grumbled.

"You know," Sue said. "I think I might have. We'll find out next week."