Pretend-Cheating Isn't Enough

There was a moment. When her knuckles pushed through into her pussy. When she felt the grip of her labia on her wrist. Ass in the air, knees bent, the moans of all those cheating slut-wives in her ears—when Sue Storm came close. She could almost feel it.

But then, as soon as she approached climax, it receded away. It was like a block in her mind. No matter how good she felt, she could never crest that wave of sensation. No matter how many times she tried to imagine herself as a cheating slut, just pretending wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, her hand pistoning more easily now, in and out of her slutty slit.

Until she collapsed in exhaustion and frustration.

"This...is not working," Sue Storm said, staring at the ceiling, as CHEATING SLUTWIVES VII ended.

Because I'm not really cheating, Sue thought to herself. I'm just pretending. I know in my heart I'm not cheating on Reed. This is insane.

The emergency alarm almost came as a relief. The exhausted heroine was up and getting into her costume immediately, not even bothering with her underwear. The rest of the Fantastic Four was on the move, and Sue took heart that she wasn't the last one at the Fantasticar. That was Johnny, who smelled like a tequila distillery and had to peel a pair of pink panties from his face.

"What's the sitch?" Ben Grimm grumbled as he warmed up the engines.

"Anomalous seaquake off of Manhattan," Reed Richards said, sporting a five o'clock shadow, tossing off his labcoat.

"Underwater stuff?" Ben Grimm said. "Don't suppose ol' Namor is involved?"

"No idea, old chum," Reed said, as the Fantasticar lifted off and took off into the pre-dawn over New York.

Sue Storm's heart leaped at the mention of Namor. Her pussy squelched. Fortunately, Reed had designed their costumes with absorbent padding in case of accidents, but she had to bite her lip as she thought of the Atlantean mutant, with his smooth muscles, tall and regal bearing...so dominant, so...

The Invisible Woman shivered. These were bad thoughts. But right now, in the midst of her sexual frustration, her brain lingered on the familiar bulge in those tight green trunks that Namor favored. And a part of her hoped that he would indeed be there, at whatever this situation was.

"Everyone, put on your aqua-helmets!" Reed said, as clear domes covered the individual passenger compartments of the Fantasticar. "We're going under!"

Sue reached down under her seat and retrieved the bubble-like helmet and small backpack. It would give her a couple hours of oxygen, but would do nothing about the crushing pressure, if they went too deep.

Namor could crush my pussy, Sue thought, and the cheating intent gave her pussy a little tingle.