Elastigirl gets fucked

The sun was setting over Metroville, casting a warm orange glow across the bustling city. Elastigirl, aka Helen Parr, had just returned from a long day of hero work, her spandex suit stretched thin over her curvaceous figure. As she walked into the Parr household, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Little did Helen know, her husband Bob was up to something devious. After years of giving Helen her space and letting her be the adventure-seeking superhero, Bob had found his inner sex Fantasy and planned to make it a reality. As soon as Helen entered their bedroom, she was greeted by a sight that made her eyes widen with shock.

Bob stood before her, completely naked and sporting a rock-hard erection that pointed straight at her. “Welcome home, darling,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I thought we could have a little alone time before the kids come home.”

Helen’s mouth went dry as she took in the sight of her husband’s muscular body and throbbing member. It had been so long since they’d had any intimacy, and the sight of him like this sent a rush of heat straight to her core. “Bob, what are you doing?” she asked, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.

“I’m going to fuck you, Helen,” Bob said bluntly. “I’m going to bend you over and pound that tight ass until you’re screaming my name. And then, when you’re nice and stretched out, I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”

Helen’s face flushed at his crude words, but she couldn’t deny the wetness gathering between her legs. Her superhero suit clung to her body, highlighting the curves she’d worked so hard to maintain. “But what about the kids?” she protested weakly.

“Are they home right now?” Bob asked, taking a step closer to her. “No. It’s just you and me, babe. I want to worship this body I’ve been missing out on for so long.”

With that, he reached out and grabbed the top of her suit, ripping it down the middle to expose her breasts. Helen gasped as the cool air hit her sensitive skin, her nipples instantly hardening. Bob licked his lips as he took in the sight of her perfect tits, the ones that had fed their children all those years ago.

“God, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, reaching out to cup one in his hand. He squeezed gently, feeling the weight of it in his palm before pinching the nipple between his fingers.

“Oh god,” Helen moaned, her knees going weak. She’d forgotten how good it felt to be touched like this, to be desired. Bob continued his assault on her breasts, kneading and stroking and sucking until she was writhing against him.

Then he stepped back and ripped the rest of her suit off, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable before him. He looked her up and down, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled. “I can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

Helen didn’t have a chance to respond before he grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the cool sheets met her heated skin, her ass thrust up in the air.

“Spread those legs for me, babe,” Bob commanded, giving her ass a sharp smack. Helen obeyed instantly, spreading her thighs to give him a clear view of her dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, running a finger through her folds. Helen whimpered at the touch, feeling like she’d die if he didn’t fuck her right then and there. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With that, he lined up his cock with her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift motion. Helen cried out at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around him.

He was so big, stretching her in ways she’d forgotten she could be stretched. Bob didn’t give her any time to adjust before he started fucking her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Helen chanted, her fists clenching in the sheets. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts and taking him even deeper. It was so dirty, so wrong to be fucked like this by her husband, but it felt so good she couldn’t stop herself.

“Take it, baby,” Bob grunted, pounding into her relentlessly. “Take my cock. This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be used like the little slut you are.”

Helen could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She felt like she was going to explode.

“I’m going to cum,” she warned, her voice breathy and thin. “Don’t stop, Bob, please don’t stop.”

He must have taken pity on her, because his rhythm faltered and then sped up, his cock hitting a spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. “Fuck, I’m close too,” he panted. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock, Helen. Show me what a good little wife you are.”

Helen couldn’t hold back any longer. With a keening cry, she came hard, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice. Bob followed soon after, burying himself as deep as he could go and painting her insides with his seed.

They collapsed on the bed together, both panting and sweaty and satiated. Helen couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. “That was…intense,” she said, rolling over to face him.

Bob grinned at her, pulling her close. “I told you I’d make sure you got what you needed. But you better not let the kids know what a wild little minx their mom is.”

Helen laughed and snuggled closer, feeling more content than she had in years. Maybe this whole hero-wife balance could work after all.