Sue Storm Should Keep It To Herself

"It was like—I had heard of multiple orgasms, but to experience one for myself—I could not stop myself. I was out of control. I would crest the wave and when I thought my body couldn't handle anymore I felt it again, the wave of anticipation, the muscles of my pussy spasming uncontrollably, the wave that spread up from my clit and throughout my body—"

Sue Storm let her hands fall into her lap. Dr. Stone, dressed rather demurely today in a tan skirt and matching jacket, smiled behind her teacup.

"—but how do I tell Reed: That is it, that is how you eat me out. I demand nothing less than that from here on out. No more half-hearted, half-assed, amateur-hour cooch-licking! You're going to turn your tongue into a meat blender and—"

The heroine screwed up her face, realizing what combination of words had just come out of her mouth.

"—okay, maybe not exactly like that, but—"

"But," Dr. Stone broke in, "why do you have to tell him anything at all?"

One perfect blonde eyebrow rose over Dr. Stone's round-rimmed glasses.

"Think about it. You have a good marriage, except for sex. You have a great sex friend, outside the marriage. You're getting everything you want right now. If you tell your husband, that stops. Do you really think a man is going to admit that a woman can eat his wife's pussy better than he can? Do you really think after all these years of marriage in which he could have upped his game and didn't that he's going to accept his own fault? Or do you think he's going to blame you?"

The psychiatrist's questions were precise. Sue didn't flinch when they hit, but she felt the impact. The heroine's strongly developed sense of right and wrong warred for a moment against her newfound erotic experience, and now Dr. Stone let doubt gnaw at the foundations of the Invisible Woman's marriage.

Yet they were firm foundations.

"I can't lie to him," Sue said softly.

"You don't need to lie. Just—wait. Think it through. Reed doesn't know yet, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. You don't have to tell him anything except that you're continuing to see your favorite masseuse," Dr. Stone said.

Moonstone's implants remained still. She wasn't using her powers to manipulate Sue Storm. She didn't have to. The villain could read Sue Storm's body language, the tone of her voice. She knew exactly the struggled that the Invisible Woman was going through—and she was using all of her not-inconsiderable psychological training and charm to convince Sue to not do something she really didn't want to do.

The Invisible Woman rubbed her palms on her knees. Unable to meet Dr. Stone's eyes.

"The question," Dr. Stone said. "Is whether you have the courage to embrace being happy. Can you stand having everything you really want? A well-licked cunt and a loving marriage? Or do you want to lose both by telling your husband what will only hurt him to hear?"