Sue Storm Makes More Time For Herself

In the morning, the Invisible Woman would wake to the gentle sounds of someone telling her to touch herself. She had gotten into the habit of leaving the earbuds in all night, and wen her alarm would normally blare, now it was sweet, insistent instructions that pulsed in her head. More often than not, the heroine followed them. In that first languor of the morning, she would reach down between her legs. No obtrusive panties to get in the way as her fingers found her clit, sensitive and eager to be touched. Ten minutes of gentle stimulation, the cadence of the urging whisper growing and growing in earnest need that matched Sue's own...and then a gasp, a moan, a head turned into the pillow to not wake Reed.

Then it was up to wash her face, take care of her toilet, get ready for her first work-out session of the day. Make sure the kids got their breakfast, started their lessons.

Then, usually around mid-morning, the app would alert her and Sue would slip away for a little more "me time."

Then again in the afternoon.

Evening, after dinner.

And of course, right before bed. At the app's urging, Sue had started using a vibrator. Nothing much, just a slim egg that she could slip inside her to press against her G-spot and stimulate her from within. Sometimes she would lie there, stroking her clit under the covers with her earbuds in, and the vibrations would meld with the binaural beats and the Invisible Woman would almost be transported somewhere else...another state of mind or being...to just float between the sheets, her life as a wife and a mother forgotten, to just be a woman, a being of pleasure, her whole body attuned to a rhythm that only she could hear.

Of course, it can be hard to keep such a schedule as a heroine. On Wednesday, a technovirus assaulted the Baxter Building's systems and it was all hands on deck, no time to goon for 24 hours. Friday, Moon Knight managed to cause a diplomatic incident with the Inhumans that required Sue Storm to testify on the idiot's behalf before the royal court. Saturday wasn't so bad; Reed managed to open a portal to a dimension that turned the Baxter Building pink for a few hours, before it could be contained and reversed.

Sunday...

Sue Storm thought for a moment of the crucifix in her jewelry box. She often didn't make it to church services on Sunday morning, due to the Fantastic Four's adventurous life. Yet she had gotten Franklin and Valeria baptised, and attended communion when she could. Sometimes, to avoid attention from the media, she simply stood in the back row, invisible, to have those few moments of communion with God, to ask for guidance and forgiveness.

This week, Reed was in the lab early. The kids were asleep. And Sue Storm was bucking her naked hips as an invisible cock slammed into her cunt, eyes rolling back in her head as the enticing whispers urged her to fucking ram it in, harder, to cum and cum and cum...

God was the last thing on Sue Storm's mind.

Strangely enough, she didn't even feel guilty afterwards.