Sexually Frustrating

By day, mother, wife, hero. Susan Storm made sure the kids were fed, did their lessons, and happy; she read to them before bed, listened to their stories and dreams, tucked them in at night. As the only women living with three men, she kept the living quarters of the Fantastic Four from devolving into a bachelor's dig, made sure Reed Richards remembered to shower, shave, brush his teeth, and sleep; listening to Johnny talk about his latest girlfriend and chatted with Ben about the latest Stephen King novel he was reading. Midweek a severely overconfident alien conquerer named Arkon broke the dimensional barrier; Sue was at the hairdresser and had to leave in the middle of her appointment to help the Fantastic Four and Spider-Man deal with someone who apparently thought Earth was undefended.

Sue took great pleasure when the Thing stomped on Arkon's stupid shiny helmet and she herself sent the would-be-conquerer back through his own portal with an invisible battering-ram.

Then at night...in the few hours that were all hers...the Invisible Woman would lay in bed, pick up her tablet, and open a new window in incognito mode. To indulge in what was quickly becoming a hobby.

Naked flesh greeted her eyes as she navigated to her favorite sites. Models exposed themselves for her enjoyment...and Sue did enjoy it, she admitted it that now. Her erect nipples tented the Fantastic Four t-shirt she slept in. She rubbed her thighs together as she watched a woman lick a black dildo. Night after night she watched, just for a little while before bed, and each night the excitement seemed to build quicker, to reach a greater intensity. Somehow, her eyes continued to gravitate toward the breasts, tits, juggs, boobs. There was something about them that drew her gaze, that made her heart beat faster, lips part as she breathed a little more heavily.

Yet then Sue felt her eyes grow heavy. She couldn't bring herself to go any further than watch. A little naughty-time was fine, but she didn't want Reed or one of the kids to interrupt her if she started touching herself. At least, that was the excuse that Sue came up with for why she closed the browser, turned off the tablet, and settled in to sleep.

Except it was harder, every night, to settle down. The sexual excitement, the need, inside her body seemed to linger and infect her dreams. In the morning Sue would awake tired, sore, and horny. Once, when Reed abandoned the lab for once to sleep next to her, she felt her hand creep over to rest on his boxers...and he had mumbled something about muons and turned over.

Which did nothing to help Sue's mood.

By the end of the week, the Invisible Woman could feel her temper had grown short. One morning she berated Johnny for burning an entire loaf of bread and jar of cinnamon in an idiotic attempt to create the perfect French toast. Her nipples grew erect at the slightest provocation, ultra-sensitive and **** to be touched. Like Sue herself. A hard workout and a cold shower helped, but only a little. In the shower, Sue would look at her own breasts, and her mind would drift back to Dr. Stone and the womanly curves outlined by that shirt, the cleavage she had shown. It took more effort than Sue liked to shift the image.

The day before her second appointment with Dr. Stone, there was an incursion of Mole-people in the subway. Sue had been happy at the possibility of a fight, some excuse to vent her frustrations and energies...but it was, as Reed later explained, more like Rumspringa. A group of young adults had gone out into the surface world to party, and had run into a rave being held in an abandoned stretch of the subway. The Fantastic Four found the party going in full swing, the pale yellow humanoids dancing frenetically to the oontz-oontz-oontz of the beat, sharing mushroom wine with the young partygoers, learning the ways of house music and vaping.

Some of them were doing more than dancing.

Sue Storm was glad it was dark, because her family couldn't see how she blushed at the half-dressed Moloids that humped frantically in the old tunnels. A young man from Brooklyn had his first experience watching the small, perky yellow breasts of a Moloid woman bounce, her soft cries utterly lost in the noise of the speakers. A young woman from Queens screamed in pleasure as she was squeezed between two young Moloid men, sandwiched between them and juggled up and down with frantic, **** heaves. Sue had to place an invisible wall in front of Johnny to keep him from joining the fun. The Fantastic Four operated as chaperones, and at dawn, the party broke up. The more sober Moloids gathered the half-drunk and half-stoned members and dragged them back down below.

They were back in the Baxter Building in time for Franklin and Valeria to be up and about, her son watching cartoons and eating cereal, and her daughter disassembling one of H.E.R.B.I.E.'s back-up units. Half-exhausted, utterly aroused, Sue Storm wanted nothing more than to take her husband and drag him into the bedroom for a quick, dirty fuck.

Except Reed became engrossed in Valeria's little project. Johnny and Ben joined Franklin in watching cartoons. And Susan Storm, all alone, had an appointment this morning with Dr. Stone.

So the blonde heroine took a cold shower, threw on a fresh uniform and fresh civilian clothes on top of that, and headed out to make her appointment on time.

She was certain that she and Dr. Stone would have a lot to talk about.