Sexually Freeing

Sue Storm and Reed Richards had been married for a long time. Sometimes it felt like they'd been married for decades. Their honeymoon had been a whirlwind of shared personal discovery, a kind of intimacy that neither had imagined. An intimacy that had deepened over the years, through Sue's pregnancies, and beyond. The soft touch of another body against hers. The dutiful obligations of a wife. The occasional playful ardor of lovers of long acquaintance, familiar with each other's bodies, their likes and dislikes.

The Invisible Woman thought she had been happy with their sex life. Or if not happy, then at least content. She hadn't felt constrained in her marriage. Yet over the week that followed her appointment with Dr. Stone, Sue found herself at night looking at porn—really looking at it. Clicking things she had never clicked. Reading and watching things she had never done before.

Her fingers slid over her slit as she lay alone in bed. Discovered new fetishes. Admired the bodies of so many people. Men. Women. Trans. Swollen pecs. Muscled bodies. Soft, chubby women with delicious curves. Thin little waifs with big, pink nipples on their tiny breasts. People of every color, every shape, each and every one sexy in their own way.

Sue went a little deeper each night. Found new things she wanted to try. Her blue eyes went wide as she saw a woman with a tongue-piercing fellate her lover. The pierced breasts of a big-bust model in a corset doing a slow striptease. Anal sex. Double vaginal penetration. Spitroast.

Her soft moans went unheard, night after night. Reed was busy in his lab. They'd long ago soundproofed the bedroom. The Invisible Woman's eyes were opened to sexual possibilities. Things that she could share with Reed—

Or not.

The idea had come into her head near the end of the week, as an invisible dildo tickled her pussy. The heroine was on her side in the bed, panties off, dressed only in a see-through nightie. A finger teased her ass. She had been watching a lot of anal lately. So many of the women moaned so hard. The Invisible Woman stared on the screen at a big-breasted woman with golden blonde hair that reminded her vaguely of Dr. Stone.

The woman was in high heels, dropped into a squat, an absolutely enormous dildo inserted into her pretty little rectum. Sue was nearly breathless as she imagined herself doing the same thing. To rub her pussy so lewdly while she bounced on Reed's big dick.

Except—in her mind, it wasn't Reed. The features on the blonde slipped. One moment, Sue was watching her; in another instant, it was Dr. Stone impaled on that massive cock. Fantasy and reality blurred as Sue imagined herself with an invisible dildo. Something she never would have considered before.

It was just a fantasy. Not cheating. Sue bit her lip and shivered as she embraced the strange swirl of images that ran through her head, and the fantasies that they brought.

How hot would it be if I could fuck Dr. Stone's ass like that? Sue wondered to herself, as she slowly ran a tongue over her lips.

Not that she would ever get the chance.

Still, it was so freeing. To explore her sexuality this way. To fantasize about others who could give her what Reed wouldn't—couldn't. Fall asleep at night with a smile on her face, and dream of Dr. Stone's soft breasts, the big pink nipples, the pale skin—and what she would do to that body if she dared.