Sue Storm Goes To A Superhero Swingers Club

Back in the Baxter Building, Sue Storm washed her filthy fuckhole. She stretched, did some light exercise. Ate a healthy meal. Had a videocall with her children. Answered some email. Slept deeply, soundly, and awoke refreshed.

Then she opened her little black book and pulled out a white card. No name, no number, just a Manhattan address.

The Invisible Woman might have had her view of the world expanded, but she was not stupid. Any affairs she had would require partners that were clean, attractive, and utterly discreet. What she needed wasn't some random one-night stand, but a community of like-minded people to support her. She needed swingers—and ideally, those who were already members of the superhuman community. The kind that could be trusted to plow her cheating cunt in the evening and not whisper about it the next day.

She went through her closet carefully. Near the back was a clothing bag she didn't tell Reed about. The remnants of her Malice days. Alternate costumes, things she normally felt too conservative to wear. Most of the day Sue spent re-working bits and pieces of these old outfits through the unstable molecule loom. What she ended up with was a blue-and-white latex corset that hefted her breasts but left her nipples exposed. A blue thong of the same material, so thin that Sue had to shave her privates to avoid embarrassment. Thigh-high, high-heeled boots of the same color scheme. With a white trench coat over top, Sue could walk down the streets without a glance...but when she shed the coat...

It was an outfit that screamed "Come and get it."

Sue filled the hours before dark with little preparations. Fresh glossy blue fingernail and toenail polish. Subtle makeup, with white lipstick limned in blue pencil, blue eyeshadow with white pencil. A spritz of perfume. Practice walking, hearing the squelch of the latex that clung to her body so tightly, so deliciously. She practiced the maneuver of running a finger down her thing and pulling it aside, to present her cunny.

The last hour was the worst. She filled the minutes by rubbing her clit. Her pussy was going to see some action tonight, and it would do well to be wet and ready.

The cab arrived. Sue recited the address from memory. Paid and stepped out of the car, heart pounding as she walked toward the door of the club. She tried to measure her pace, to not seem to excited.

As she approached the door it opened, to unseen hands. A familiar figure filled the doorway. Tall, trim, blonde; with longer, paler hair than Sue Storm affected. White X-shaped strips covered her nipples; another, larger X adhered to her pussy and, probably, up the crack of her ass. Arms and legs were covered in white leather gloves and boots.

Emma Frost raised an eyebrow.

"Susan Storm-Richards," she said. "I never expected to see you here."

"You did give me a standing invitation," Sue said.

"And your husband...?" Emma asked, as Sue stood on the doorstep.

"Is not coming," Sue said. Their eyes met.

"For the safety of those involved," Emma said after a moment. "I must insist on a telepathic scan. To make sure you aren't under the influence of someone else."

"Of course," Sue said.

She stood there...and did her best to let her mind go blank. As telepaths went, Emma Frost had all the skill of a surgeon. Her power was a scalpel that could harm or heal. They held each other's gaze for long moments...and then Emma's smile relaxed, became more natural.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise. No post-hypnotic suggestions, no psychic parasites, possessing spirits, memory or personality editing...you're sincerely here of your own accord," Emma said. The White Queen stood aside and ushered her in. "Welcome to the Hellfire Swingers' Club."

Sue stepped forward into a well-appointed foyer; she shed her coat and handed it to the coat-girl. Emma admired Sue's costume. The White Queen touched Sue's shoulder and guided her down a hall, toward a soft thump of music. Lights. Laughter.

The club proper consisted of three king-sized beds in the center of the room, surrounded by smaller tables and chairs; a long redwood bar covered the left wall, and there were doors to restrooms and private rooms on the right wall, as Emma pointed out. On each table were bowls of condoms and lube; the few staff, male and female, were dressed in white tie and domino masks, and were not participants.

"Life Model Decoys," she explained. "No genitals. Memory wiped every morning. Utterly discreet, and they mix a decent cocktail. Now, basic rules: Women or couples only. No using power on your partner or partners without their consent. No means no. No rough stuff; if you want BDSM, reserve one of the private rooms. Use protection. And everything that happens here, stays here."

Sue Storm nodded, here eyes on the patrons. There were about a dozen heroes here, most in civilian garb. Cyclops stood near the bar, sipping a whisky. Ororo and T'Challa were at a table, talking to Luke Cage and Jessica Jones; the men had their cocks out, and Ororo and Jessica each had a hand on one, stroking away. Crystal of the Inhumans sipped a glass of wine, all by herself. The Beast and Nightcrawler were side-by-side on a bed, all clothing gone, as Abigail Brand and Maria Hill ran their fingers through their fur.

All eyes turned toward Sue and Emma. The conversations faded away.

"Hello everyone," Sue Storm said brightly, with that warm maternal smile that they all recalled. "Is anyone interested in a gangbang? I'd really like a cock in my pussy."

The beat went on. Yet all the faces were frozen, unable to believe what they had just heard. Until Emma laughed and clapped.

"You heard her! Let's give our newest member a warm, hard welcome!" she said.

Emma drew her toward the nearest bed. To Sue's surprise, Emma climbed onto it herself, and peeled off the X on her crotch. Sue caught a glance of a shaven, pink pussy, pale as milk. The Invisible Woman caught the idea as she pulled her panties off. Bent over the edge of the bed, she let Emma Frost guide her face between her pale thighs. Behind her, a line had formed. Every one of the men had their cocks out, one of the women stroking or sucking them hard.

"Fuck her good, Scott," Emma Frost said, a subtle pink blush on those high cheekbones as a condom-covered prick slid into Sue Storm's pussy. Instinctively, Sue squeezed tight. It wasn't anywhere near as big as Porkum's, not even as long as Reed's, but it was a cock—a new cock—a cock in her cheating cunt—and Sue Storm moaned into Emma Frost's pussy as she kissed and licked while Scott pounded away.

They took turns. Sometimes she felt the soft fur of Henry McCoy or Kurt Wagner as an eager prick pounded her pussy. At some point, Crystal tapped Emma on the shoulder, and Sue raised a dripping face to see the pussy of her brother's one-time girlfriend pushed toward her. She grinned and kissed the Inhuman's thighs before she moved to suck on the pretty little clit, so much more demure somehow than Emma's cunny.

Ororo groped Sue's breasts as T'Challa plunged his prick into her pussy, and whispered soft obscenities into the Invisible Woman's ear, about what a beautiful brown baby Sue would bear if the condom broke. Luke Cage was the biggest, though still smaller than Porkum, and the most gentle, given his superhuman strength. Jessica Jones knelt beneath Sue and ran her tongue over the Invisible Woman's labia as her husband's cock plowed the pink cunt...and Sue made her body fade to translucency, so that Luke could see his wife beneath him, licking away at where his shaft plunged into a strange slit.

That was enough to make him erupt inside of Sue, and as he pulled out she felt the warm, virile load of the condom. A part of her wanted to feel that in her pussy. To drink it down.

Maybe next time. They were just getting acquainted, after all.

They took their time. Some of the men, spent, sat down; some of the women, unsatisfied, played with their pricks, or made them put their fingers and tongues to work. Sue Storm, for her part, was shaking and sweaty, jaw sore, tongue thick. Scott Summers was in her again, having recovered quickly, and Emma was pulled away as Crystal used her powers to manifest a strap-on of ice. The mutant blonde smiled and turned to diamond. Translucent cock met crystalline pussy in a sound like a glass harmonica.

Then the Beast blocked her view. Abigail Brand knelt behind him on the bed, her hands on his pink cock, so strangely shaped, both human and bestial. The green-haired woman had peeled off Hank McCoy's condom and pointed the prick at Sue's face.

"Come on," Brand purred. "Don't let her leave clean!"

Sue smiled as she understood what was going on. Watched and waited, even as Scott increased the rhythm of his thrusts in excitement. The anticipation built inside of Sue as the cock in front of her and the cock inside of her seemed to twitch in unison—and then hot white rope of jizz burst across the bridge of her nose. The Invisible Woman opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and Brand, still stroking fast, aimed her boyfriend's prick at her face, so that a rich, salty, bitter load coated Sue's tongue and dripped down her chin.

The Invisible Woman closed her mouth and swallowed the sticky treat, even as Cyclops, spent, pulled his exhausted prick out of her gaping gash. The Beast's cum was nowhere as thick as Porkum's, but there was a strange tang to it—or perhaps Sue was simply happy that it wasn't her husband's watery seed that she swallowed tonight.

For a moment, Sue's sore slit was free of cocks. There were no pussies for her to lick. She crawled up onto the bed to catch her breath, as the Beast's jizz dried on her face. Her eyes closed.

"I could get used to this," she said aloud, to no one in particular.

I hope you do, Emma Frost's voice echoed in her mind, and Sue turned her head, to see that the telepath's mouth was occupied as Nightcrawler dipped his blue furry balls in her mouth, and the tip of his tail teased her clit. That was definitely something Sue wanted to try.