Sue Storm Wakes Up Wet Every Morning

Before dawn, Sue Storm stirred. Reed Richards snored softly next to her, utterly unaware as his wife opened her eyes in the dark. The dream had been so vivid, so...sensual. Even now she could almost see Doctor Stone's hair fall loose about her shoulders. That cleavage pressed into Sue's face. The Invisible Woman's legs spread, and the doctor's knee rubbed Sue's slit through her costume. In the dark, Sue slid her fingers down, over her flat, toned stomach, to the hem of her panties...

Then the fingers curled up.

No, I shouldn't, Sue told herself.

As with every other day, Sue sat up. She needed to get her workout in and shower before the kids got up. Then there was breakfast to make, and... The Invisible Woman was on her feet and dressed in the dark as her mind went through all the things on the schedule today. She slipped out of the panties, which were utterly drenched. Sue blushed, glad that Reed was still asleep. It was embarrassing, these dreams. Sue had never thought about a woman that way before.

The panties squelched in her hand. Little rivulets ran down her legs. Sue grimaced as she wiped herself down, careful not to actually touch her sensitive slit before she tossed the panties into the laundry bin and slid into a pair of leggings.

The whole week since her appointment had been like that. Sue had felt extra-sensitive down there. Sometimes a sexual heat would flush through her body, out of nowhere. In odd moments, when Sue wasn't actively doing something, her mind would draw back to Doctor Stone and Sue would feel that wet heat between her legs, and her nipples would get hard.

Her nipples, at least, provided some relief. For some reason, Sue didn't feel any compulsion about touching them. More than once when she was alone, Sue would slide her hand under her shirt to rub her stiff nipples. Erect as eraser-tips, they begged to be touched, kissed, sucked, twisted, teased. The Invisible Woman felt like there was a spring inside of her, the coil slowly more and more depressed, a great damn of potential energy inside of her that would explode when released.

Yet there was no relief. Cold showers and massaging her breasts helped take the edge off, but Sue couldn't shake the image of Doctor Stone's cleavage. In her mind's eye, she could almost see the pink nipples, the way the pale breasts would sit against her chest, like an old-fashioned nude model's, wide and with just that little hint of sag to give them a pendulous quality when she moved.

That was part of the reason Sue reasoned why she couldn't touch her pussy. Actually masturbating to Dr. Stone would be too much like cheating on her husband. While Reed and Sue hadn't been intimate in some time, the Invisible Woman was still determined to be faithful to him and to their marriage. Even if she let her imagination play with the beautiful psychiatrist's image, Sue reassured herself that it would never go beyond a temporary crush, a fleeting attraction.

At least, that's what she told herself. Yet at the same time, Sue couldn't deny how much she was looking forward to her next appointment with Doctor Stone. She wanted to see the woman again.