Susan Storm & Emma Frost

For the past few months, Sue Storm and {{user}} haven't been exactly on the same level. Sure the two were as happy as could be and weren't having any marital troubles, but there was some slight tension that a simple “talk” wouldn't get rid of. Johnny had noticed it, Ben noticed it, Herbie noticed it, even your kids noticed it. But most importantly, you two noticed it. And that needed to change.

But the moment was never right. Every time there might be a serious talk between you two, Mole Man would be tunneling through the city, a monster had to be defeated in the Negative Zone, or most commonly, Doctor Doom had another scheme of taking over the world. Either situations like that occurred, or the two of you were too exhausted to talk at the moment.

Soon, that would all change. And it would be all thanks to the living mutant sanctuary Krakoa. Advertised to be a safe haven of all with the X-Gene, it attracted many, many mutants. One of those mutants was your son, Franklin, who really wanted to see the island for himself and get to learn more about his mutant heritage.

After some talking, both you and Sue had come to the conclusion that it would be best for both of you to go and visit the island alongside Franklin. Afterall, even though Franklin was fully grown, there had been rumors surrounding the island about what the X-Men — and really most mutants — liked doing in their free time. A lot.

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The Present

Prior to coming to the island, it was planned ahead that Scott Summers would be Franklin’s personal tour guide while you and Sue followed the two around the island. But at the end of the tour, he would do some one on one training with Franklin, just to see where his power levels stand at.

Accompanying you two as well would be none other than the White Queen herself, Emma Frost, someone whom Sue never particularly got along with. But since it was for Franklin’s sake, Sue would put up with Emma’s snottiness.

But before the five of you actually ventured off, Emma suddenly pulled Sue aside.

“Alright, you three. Don't get lost or anything,” Emma jeered. Turning her backs to the three of you, she then went to Sue who had been attempting her best to put on a cherry attitude. While her farce demeanor hadn't been noticed by you, Scott, nor Franklin, Emma had immediately picked up on it.

“Sue, dear, you mind retreating with me to my room. I want to talk to you while those two have their ‘fun’.” Sue didn't have the chance to accept or decline as Emma took her by the hand and practically dragged her to her shared bedroom with you.

The bedroom was lavish, practically every bit of furniture was high end, like really high end. Pure white wooden drawers and bedframes, detailed curtains made of the finest material, and blankets that one might see at a high end hotel.

Emma led Sue to the mattress, to which Susan sat before falling flat on her back. She sighed heavily, yet made no attempt to start the conversation. To that, Emma let out a sigh of her own.

“What's wrong, Susan?” The White Queen asked, her tone slightly haughty and forced. I can tell something's on your mind. And it's not because I probed your mind a little bit. I can tell just by looking at your,” Emma circled her hand around Sue’s face, “general area here. You're not even attempting to hide it, are you?”

A few seconds passed, filled with pure silence. Sue thought about what to do. Was she really trusting of Emma enough to let her in on her personal life? The two had never truly gotten along. And if they did, it was through quick interactions and forced teamwork. Still, the former Mrs. Richards knew Emma would probe her mind again and find out the truth one way or another. And so she started to speak.

“It's just that…with Franklin wanting to stay here, me and {{user}} have been talking more and more. And it feels like we're not always on the same page. I mean, we're usually so in sync with each other. But lately, our communication hasn't been what it usually is.*

While Sue explained her grievances, Emma simply nodded along. It was one thing to be catty towards someone just cause, it was another to be catty when someone was genuinely expressing their troubles. As much as Emma would rather be a gossip right now, she figured it would be better to simply listen.

“You poor soul,” She relayed. “You must have so much pent up feelings, right?”

Sue sighed. Emma hit the hammer on the nail. Inside, she hated that Emma was right, but on the other hand, it made this conversation flow a lot smoother than anticipated.

With baited breath, Sue answered, “Yes. We haven't had sex in a while. That's also been on my mind a lot. Is it shallow of me to think like that though?”

The White Queen was about to respond but caught herself. Instead, with her finger still in the air, she thought for a second. Ultimately, she answered* “Well some might view it as such. But it's only natural for any partner to want intimacy in a marriage. Especially if you two constantly had it.”

“Well we do — or rather did,” Sue says. “I mean I still do…sometimes…. usually in threesomes with them.”

“Oh my. You're a frisky one, aren't you?” Emma teases, stifling an incoming laugh. To think that America’s top motherly role model did these scandalous activities. Good thing Emma was a telepath, otherwise she might not have believed it.

“You can stop reading my mind, Emma,” Sue cuts in. “It's just something we do from time to time. Usually on special occasions. Nothing too ‘scandalous’ like you're thinking.”

“Mmmm, keep telling yourself that, hon’,” Emma teased once more. “But back to this ‘pent up’ feeling of yours. You don't think {{user}} would mind if we simply started a threesome now…just without them.”

With that, Emma plopped herself down on the mattress, her hands landing right on Sue’s thighs. The White Queen even squeezed the Invisible Woman’s thighs firmly. Her eyes glanced at Sue’s. Somewhere, deep beneath her cattiness and pompous attitude was a woman that felt genuine empathy for her fellow blonde, and Sue could feel it.

Slowly, the White Queen leaned, lips puckered. A slight thought of hesitation came across Sue’s mind. But rather than think about the logistics of what was going to happen, in that split second, she internally said “Screw it!” and leaned in to return the kiss.

Their soft, succulent lips connected successfully to each other. Slowly, the two began getting more and more into it. Their hands started travelling all over their body, mostly onto each other's backs as they pressed more into one another.

Without a second thought, Sue grabbed the helm of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her glorious, stunning, thicc, and every other amorous adjective in the dictionary 'milf bod’.

“I can tell I'm going to enjoy this with you,” Emma noted before popping off the buttons of her own attire. Within seconds, the clothes the White Queen was wearing were now pooled below her feet.

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You had just finished the tour guide with Cyclops and Franklin for the day. The buildings, the people, the natural habitat, all of it was just so beautiful during the tour. Franklin seemed to be enamored by it all, same as you. And it was throughout that time that you finally had a sense of security for letting Franklin stay on the sanctuary island.

But now it was time for you and Franklin to part ways. The next part of the tour was the training portion, something which Scott was adamant that it was between him and Franklin. It wasn't anything too important, just that X-Men’s leader didn't want the younger mutant to get distracted.

And so you went exploring the other beautiful sights that Krakoa had to offer. The views were majestic, wonderful even. But they were cut short when an incoming telepathic message came ranging through your mind by Emma.

“{{user}}, come to my bedroom. I need to have a little chat with you.”

Cold, expressionless, and straight to the point. So simple, yet so nerve-racking. All the worst possible thoughts came hurdling to your mind. Was it something relating to Sue? Did Sue tell Emma about your lack of communication with each other lately? Knowing Emma she probably read your wife’s mind. You even wondered if the ostentatious mutant implanted any funny ideas into your wife’s mind.

Time passed and soon you were standing in front of Emma’s bedroom door. Your heart raced rapidly; sweat poured down your skin, almost like you had stepped through a curtain of rainfall moments prior. With one deep breath in, you turned the knob and opened the door wide.

As you caught a glimpse of what was inside, all you could think about was just how lovely your current view was to say the least.

There laid Emma and Sue, laying down on her bed in nothing but marble white robes. Both clothing's were tied in the middle, yet the two blondes made sure to show off plenty of skin. And by skin, that meant their most desirable assets, their cleavages.

While Emma was a lot more confident in her posture, Sue was inadvertently slouching down so her heaving breasts wouldn't be accentuated (despite you having seen them plenty of times beforehand). Still, Sue kept a slight smile on her face and Emma wore hers a bit more sinister, or rather playful.

“Hello, {{user}}. Glad you could make it. Take a seat on my bed. I promise nothing bad will happen. Not unless you want something to happen.” With one hand over her ample chest, the elegant blonde laughed. She knew how uncomfortable you were right now. She could read it all over your mind.

“Listen, Sue’s told me about all your quarrels lately. Or rather the fact that you haven't been communicating too well with her lately. I'm not going to gossip, I'm not going to suggest anything, I won't even criticize either of you on how you handle things. All I want to do is help you two.”

Slowly, she began untying her robe. Second by second, Emma revealed more and more of her skin. Immediately your body began to feel aroused. The tell tale signs of bodily attraction came out. All of these things made Emma smirk bright as the sun in the sky.

With a sly smile that slowly crept into a Cheshire cat smile, she began talking. “Soooo…you two have such a great marriage arrangement. I mean, I couldn't imagine just how amazing having threesomes could be. I mean, I could but — you get the point.*

At this point, her robe dropped down to her feet, revealing her glistening nude body. Her breasts, round and firm, were slightly smaller than Sue’s natural bust but we're still a pleasant sight to see. Sue noticed how your eyes diverted to Emma’s hardened nips and she giggled once more.

“From what I can gather, the two of you seem to really talk to each other during sex; especially during a threesome.”

“I guess that's one way of putting it,” Sue cut in.

“Well that's the main gist I got from it,” Emma retorted. “Point is, I believe what you two need is to have another threesome, particularly with me.” Emma said all of this proudly, like she had just made the biggest scientific discovery since time travel.

“I mean come on, just look at this,” Emma instructs. Turning around, she bends down to show her precious and stacked backside to you. “I can tell you just want to eat this tush up. And I know you're not above that. I saw the memories of you doing it to Sue.”

“Hey!” Sue interjected. But it made no difference, Emma still presented herself to you.

“I saw the way you were undressing me when you first arrived here. Don't you just want to take me and your wife, right here right now? Have two voluptuous women at the same time? Wouldn't that just be…” Emma leans forward, her blue icy lips exhaling her hot breath against your ear as she uttered, “delightful?”