Sue Storms Off In A Huff

"Where are you going!?" Reed Richards said as Sue Storm stormed off, her short heels slamming into the floor as she reached out an invisible arm for her coat and purse.

"None of your business," Sue said icily, as she stepped into the elevator. As she turned, she saw Reed stretch out his arm—whether to grab her or the elevator controls, she wasn't certain—only for his hand to hit an invisible barrier.

She kept it up all the way to the ground floor, then released it. Reed wasn't the type to chase after his wife. He could put the kids to bed for a change.

New York at night could be scary for a woman alone. In the mood the Invisible Woman was in, she almost hoped for a mugger. In her mind's eye, she pictured turning their flesh invisible so that they looked like a walking skeleton, and then breaking their bones one by one.

Yet her point in getting away wasn't to go out and destroy some petty criminal's life. Sue needed time for the angry chemicals in her brain to metabolize. She was angry, if she were woman enough to admit it, with herself more than Reed. The days and weeks of cheating on him with Porkum filled her with self-loathing. Something about his cock, some mutant power of his, had her enraptured.

Worse, addicted. Even now she could feel that strange hunger, deep inside. The craving for Porkum's exquisitely foul ejaculations. The warmth of him filling her mouth.

The septum ring was proof that part of her belonged to him. Sue hated herself that she couldn't admit that to Reed. Couldn't seek help.

Her steps led her to a certain Starbucks. The barista was different than the one Sue normally ordered from, but she managed to pull a tall Americano without trouble. A few people looked at Sue as she went into the men's room, which was empty. She sat down in the far stall, with her coffee cup between her legs, thinking about how she had fucked up a perfectly good marriage, all for mutant cock.

Porkum wasn't there. She hadn't really expected him to be. It was half-instinct and half-hope that had dragged her steps this way, and now, as she sat there, the tears began to fall from her eyes, the anger dissolving into self-recrimination at how stupid and thoughtless she had been.

That is when Sue Storm had a very unexpected visitor.