Sue Cums, But Something Is Missing

Sue Storm's pussy hurt. Not badly. She wasn't bleeding. Overstretched, possibly. It had been a long time since she'd really tried to push her limits in the bedroom. She almost welcomed the pain as she washed the huge black toy, and carefully wrapped it in an old pillowcase and put it away, far back in her clothes closet. Cloth was good; it would protect the material from interacting with anything else.

In the bathroom, she washed her sore cunny with the aid of the sink and a complex series of invisible tubes. Not a drop spilled on the floor. No little drops of red as she flushed out her slit. She popped a pink pill with a glass of water from the tap. Clean, filtered, monitored for any contaminants by the Baxter Building's custom-designed system. Reed had insisted on it, to ensure the family was safe from that avenue of attack.

Her blue eyes met her own gaze in the bathroom mirror. Sue Storm saw herself as she was. A woman in her late thirties. Fit, thin, with the scars of decades of adventuring and two successful pregnancies. She took in the dark, thick nipples, the small web of white stretch marks on her stomach that were only apparent close up. She searched her face, where years of careful moisturizing had kept the worst of the crow's-feet and other wrinkles away. No grey hairs.

Sue could have passed for a woman half her age.

The triangle of golden hair above her labia would need trimming in a day or two. The lips themselves seemed unusually perturburant, redder than normal. The inner lips protruded outside, just a little. Nothing too unusual there. Sue remembered after she delivered Valeria, how she had studied her cunt in the mirror and wondered if it would ever go back to normal again.

It did. Or, if not how it was before, it healed, and she was still tight enough that Reed had no complaints, on the rare occasion he performed his husbandly duties.

That was when Sue realized that something was missing. Something she had expected, but couldn't feel now.

No guilt. No shame. No loss.

She had just masturbated, thinking about cheating on her husband—a little thrill went through her, even at the thought—but now, in the aftermath, it was no different than when she played with her showerhead.

It doesn't matter how hard I pound my pussy, Sue Storm realized. If I'm not actually cheating on Reed, it doesn't count.