The Secret Society of Super Hero Wives

"Can we use your bathroom, please? My husband is having a seizure!" Jeanette says, looking as panicked as her acting ability would allow.

She saw the color flush out of the male cashier's face.

Another younger-looking guy was listening to his iPhone in a chair behind the counter. He couldn't hear what was happening, but the look on Jeanette's face and how her husband Sunny was drooling at the mouth caused him to stand up in worry. He pulled one ear plug out of his ear to see if whatever was going on was worth missing his "Queens of the Stone ages" song.

The cashier with the bright red hair and pimples to match just nodded. From the corner of her eye, Jeanette caught the younger guy shrugging his shoulders at the older guy as if to say, "What are they bugging about?" as Jeanette and her husband crashed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was filthy, but not the worst J's seen. She saw a big brown plastic trash can, and J trotted over to it and leaned over it.

Thank god I'm wearing a skirt. J thought she heard the sunglasses she'd placed over Sunny's eye crash to the floor. As she turned to look at him, she felt her panty ripped off, and her husband began to penetrate her as he growled over her shoulder.

"Oh god--!" She moaned, and she began to melt.

She and Sunny had been separated for almost 7 months and hadn't had sex that entire time. In fact, they'd stopped 2 or 3 months before the separation. Jeanette never forgot how good Sunny felt and had avoided his sex like a crack addict tryna get clean.

But she was on interstate X, somewhere in hicksville, Florida, getting her fix from the man she swore she'd hate forever.

Sunny became more aggressive; hell, it had been a long time for him too. He knows Jeanette thought he was dipping in all types of pussy the 7 months they'd been apart, but he hadn't. He couldn't.

His eyes went from glowing to burning. Fire grew out of the sockets, and Jeanette flipped her hair over her shoulder, willing to risk her hair getting burned instead of the skin of her shoulders. She'd been through this before.

As Sunny pumped into her harder, he simultaneously pushed her onto the top of the trash can. Her legs were on either side of the bin, straddling it, and her husband used it as a table to serve her up. The trash can was gross, smelly, and a little sticky. She was trying to keep as much of her body from touching it as possible.

Usually, during sex, she loves to tease her husband with her big, soft titties. She'd pull them out and let them wiggle in his face, or when he was hitting it from the back like he was doing now, let them swing and let him rub his hands over them to turn him on even more. Not this time, though. The sex was feeling good but not good to the point she didn't notice her hand was stuck to some kind of orange substance as she was holding on for dear life as she tried to calm her husband's "Attack."

Sunny's hands slowly grew into claws, and they began to dig into Jeanette's arm. It hurt, but J knew he couldn't help it. Fangs grew from the jaw. Muscles began to pop out all over the place. He rose to 7 feet tall.

Sunny was pounding and grinding into her so hard the trash can was rocking back and forth loudly. Then it blew out from under her and slammed against the wall before Jeanette.

"SUNN--!" Jeanette felt herself crashing to the floor, but sunny grabbed her arms and held her in place before she could hit the floor.

No way was he letting her go. And quick reflexes like that were nothing for him.

He took J and flipped her over, pushing her up against the wall. Not once did her feet touch the floor. Her long, toned brown legs were in the air at all times, and they were now rested over his arm as he went back to work pounding the pussy that was safe between them.

“Baby, you're making too much noise!"

J says to him as quietly as she can.

Sunny just smiles at her, closes those burning eyes, and kisses her deeply. Damn, she was starting to bust. The orgasm was both welcomed and unwelcomed. Sunny was the only man who could ever bring Jeanette to an orgasm.

Something about all this wild, crazy, super sex just did it for her. As her passion pulsated around him, she began twitching, moaning, and begging. She knew she was completely helpless against him.

This man could cheat on her, lie to her, and hurt her in a million ways, but lord help her, this dick was just too good to give up! The problem was that J needed sunny to bust, not her. Sunny, being what he is (and quite frankly, Jeanette still wasn't exactly sure what that was), Often had these strange "beast attacks" that would cause him to change form and act like a savage animal.

In that state, he was primarily dangerous to himself and anyone who might see him in that form. Jeanette could talk him down from it, but that could take hours to calm him back to human form, they were in public, on a joint vacation to see if they could save their marriage. They didn't have hours.

Sex was the fast way to exorcise the beast out of him. When Sunny orgasms, all the rage and excitement leave him, and he changes back to his usual docile self.

Jeanette went limp in his arms. After she orgasms, she changes too; to be quite honest, she just becomes a lump and allows Sunny to do whatever. She could feel Sunny trapped inside her, locked in her still throbbing pussy. She could feel he was about to cum. If she could just hang in there a little longer--

"Excuse me...Miss? Is everything alright in there?" The cashier knocked on the door. Jeanette almost screamed; she was so surprised that she searched her mind for something to say but answered with silence instead.

"Miss, are you...?" The cashier walked in with his little buddy, Johnny iPhone, with him.

The cashier saw the two having sex, mumbled "oh shit" under his breath, and instinctively began to shut the door.

"Fuck! What the hell was that thing?!"

Johnny iPhone shouted from the other side of the door, backing up. "That bitch was having sex with a YETTI!"

Sunny kept slamming into his wife and couldn't care less that some incel had just called him a bigfoot.

Jeanette had bigger worries too. Hell, "The Yetti" was what she called him when she was mad at him. But she knew Sunny was getting ready to cum. She could feel his body quivering, about to release, but the jig was already up, wasn't it?

"Wait!!" Jeanette shouted. Shit! If Bill and Ted get the police, it's a wrap for her husband. They'll flip out and either shoot him down or try to capture and run experiments on him.

They might even torture and humiliate him all over T.V. Uh-Uh, she couldn't let that happen to her baby.

"Wait!!! Please! He's not hurting me! This is my husband!" Jeanette shouted.

Jeanette pushed her head back against the wall, shut her eyes, and squeezed her thick thighs as tight as she could. She was about to orgasm again, but that plus squeezing the life out of his cock inside her might just send him over the edge too.

"I'm okay! I'm okay, really! Please don't call the cops!" Jeanette Shouted, sensing the staff had run out the door. She only hoped that wherever they ran to, they weren't calling the police. Sunny threw his head back as he held Jeanette's hips tightly and began to howl. His body quivered violently, and Jeanette could feel him ejaculating in her. Jeanette felt herself sliding down the wall, he husband's strength was shooting out with his seed, and he became so human and so spent he could no longer hold on to her 165-pound body.

"He's a man!" Jeanette said before her own orgasm took over, and she could speak anymore.

Treating sunny like he was not human was an immediate reaction for almost everyone. Jeanette slid down the wall as Sunny collapsed on top of her. He tried to keep holding her up, but all his strength was gone. They both ended up on the floor, with sunny's head resting on his wife's lap.

"He's okay; please tell your friend not to call the police! Everything is alright now, I promise! "

She was talking to phantoms because Bill and Ted were smart enough to beat feet when they saw "The Yetti."

Jeanette recouped her strength faster than Sunny did. She stood up, pulled her skirt down, and raced after them, determined to convince them not to call the law

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