Chapter 1: Cheaters Never Win!

Susan Richards smirked as she prepared another jaunt of naughtiness. The mom and wife of Reed Richard’s moaned under her breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. She was preparing another rendezvous with her new lover, the Spider-man, Peter Parker. Peter for his part could not get enough of her, as he now has had her everywhere in the Baxter building, including on the ceiling above Reed Richards while he was working. Right now, she was responding to a text that Peter wanted her. So, she produced an excuse to leave Reed, who was in the middle of another long experiment involving physics, if it was successful the Fantasticar would get an additional 40mph on its top speed threshold.

Susan, to put it mildly, was bored out of her mind with her current husband; who never had time for her. The Spider-man was just the young man she needed. So, when Reed was busy working on what made his boat float, Susan escaped through the front door of the Baxter building. The drop-dead gorgeous woman made her way towards the place where Peter was helping his Aunt May feed to homeless. She still garnered more than her fair share of stares from the appreciative masses and her adoring public.

Susan Richards entered the shelter dressed in a pair of Navy blue 4-inch heels, white silk stockings, and navy-blue business suit. The glasses finished off her look. The place lit up as Susan entered the homeless shelter. Peter’s relationship with Susan prompted her to donate a substantial sum to the homeless shelter. Aunt May now did not have to worry about funds for the next five years. One of the benefits that came with Spider-man joining the Fantastic Four’s Future Foundation was the immense fortune of Reed Richards and Susan Richards had access too. Susan brightened up when she saw Peter behind the kitchen bar cooking on a stove for the homeless. The rapid sound of her power heels clacking on the hard floor of the homeless shelter could be heard echo thought the shelter, her pace broadcasting her excitement to the entire room.

“Oh, my what has my chef got cooking for me today baby” Susan seductively cooed as she leaned over the kitchen bar to speak to Peter. The woman’s leg bending upwards as she speaks.

“Well, I have a special cocktail brewing perhaps you can come by my place and ummmm help me prepare it?” Peter said blushing slightly at the sight of Susan Richards dressed to kill. Oh my, well I am honored you think that much of my cooking skills” Susan said innocently enough.

“Alright, but just remember I promised your husband I would help him with the calibrations with the Fantasticar tomorrow morning.” Peter said as he was undoing his apron preparing to leave the homeless shelter. Susan’s smile shrank slightly at the mention of her husband but returned as Peter took off his apron. Susan was a woman in her early forties but looked to be at least ten years younger. Susan gave a lustful grin as she snuck a glance at Peter’s package as he took off his covering. “Let us go, shall we? Oh, and you better not expect to get much sleep, Mister. I intend to put you to work rigorously.” Susan said giggling.

25 Minutes Later.

Peter went back to his one-bedroom apartment.

The low-income apartment was in dire need of some upkeep. However, cleaning was the last thing on his mind as Susan was currently on her knees. She had already unzipped his pants and was currently in the process of sliding her red glossy lips up and down his shaft.

“Oh fuck Susan ... that is it...” Susan smiled as she looked up from in between his legs. The woman then slid off his cock to lick her lips before standing back up taking a step back. She gave Peter a mischievous grin before franticly unbuttoning her shirt and letting hit fall to the floor.

Peter, taking her cue frantically slid his pants off and pulled his shirt over his head. By the time he was done he gazed upon the lovely sight of Susan Richards dressed in white silk stockings and blue pumps and nothing else. Peter lustfully glared at Sue in awe and appreciation. Then as he rushed into her arms and cupped her ass and picked her up. Susan accommodated him by sliding her lovely legs around Peter’s waist. The superhero slid right into Susan who moaned as she felt the healthy cock enter her, she was already very soaked to accommodate him. The two pushed into a strong kiss before collapsing on the bed their lustful night just beginning.

Across the Street on top of the rooftops.” Mr. Fisk ... it’s Frank I am sending you some very interesting video. I think you are really going to see this.”

“What the hell? Oh? Is that Susan Richards and she is with Spider-man?” Fisk asked on the other end of the phone. “Yes boss, and um they have been going at it for five hours. Thoughts boss?” The man said from his stake out position.

“Have the boys in tech get me Susan Richards personal cellphone number, I think, it is time to have some fun with those goody two shoes in the Baxter building. Also get me the number to that fine ass wife of his, that super model and photographer, Mary Jane Watson.”

Three Days Later.

They called him “The Educator”. No one really knew him other than rumor. The Educator was once a professor or teacher at some university. Everyone knows if you wanted to cause someone some stress you would hire him, and he specialized in “attitude adjustments”. No one even knew what he looked like, other than he wore a black hat with a red feather on his brim. However, when people described him, it changed, sometimes the man was a black man, sometimes Asian, sometimes an older white gentleman, but they all called him the same name.

A problem that drove every law enforcement agent in the world crazy. The common hypothesis was the Educator was in fact an organization that used agents who all went by the name The Educator. In fact, Interpol gave up sending artists to witness interviews and now simply had a silhouette with a description of his attire.

He had been hired by Mr. Fisk, otherwise known as the Kingpin to use his various talents on a powerful woman, named Susan Richards in New York. He was to be given carte blanche over a new project. What Fisk did not know is that he and Susan already knew each other before, and he had lusted over Susan’s luscious body for a long time. He had many fantasies that involved Susan, and now armed with the information Mr. Fisk gave was finally going to start his revenge on the Reed Richards and his entire family. So, with the acceptance of the contract the Educator made the call to the listed number. Informing the recipient of a package her orders that will arrive later that day. She was to open it and follow the instructions to the letter.

Susan’s heart stopped as she answered the phone call with the distorted voice on the other end. She knew enough of the game to realize that someone she did not want in her life had taken an interest in her.

Susan looked in the package and heart sank. It was an outfit, stockings, lingerie, and shoes. The ensemble she a little racier than what she became accustomed to in the past. Susan, while a sexual woman was not a harlot. A photo rested on top of the clothing, it was Susan Richard’s wearing white stockings and nothing else riding Peter Parker cowgirl style. She could not bear to break the heart of Reed. Yes, she did cheat on him, and the sex with Peter was great, but she never wanted to divorce Reed. She just needed some release and some attention. She sat down in a chair for an hour and looked at the clothes laid out before her. She drank a glass of wine contemplating what she was going to do. Finally, she made up her mind. She got up and began to undress out of her power pant suit and plain underwear.

She picked up the dress and held it up in front of her. It was a one-piece dress leather dress. The shoes were a pair of stiletto dress shoes with straps around the ankles. She sighed as he put on her panties a pair of red and black lace panties that appeared to be crotchless. She then looked at the smoke-colored stockings and took a deep breath and slid them up her toned calves, up her thighs as she snapped each strap to secure them on each leg. The snapping sound always made her feel sexy. She then put her shoes on last. She took one last look at the mirror as she thought she managed to look somewhat classy if not a tad ravenous. She decided to wear an overcoat, fortunately the weather would allow her to do so without appearing conspicuous.

Later

Lower Manhattan

Susan Richard’s exited the cab and looked at the restaurant and thought one last time if she wanted to back out and just tell Reed. She could not bear to break his heart. She started towards the restaurant and greeted the host with the words she was told to say when she arrived. “Oh Yes I have a reservation I here to meet a Charles Heater.” Susan said meekly to the host as if she was trying not to be noticed in this restaurant.

“Don’t you mean C. Heater?” The host responded.

“My invitation says Charles Heater” Susan Said.

“Invitation?” The Host inquired.

Susan realized she said too much and now she might have to show the outrageous demands that were a part of the invitation to the host. “Oh never mind that, may I be seated?” Susan tried to move past that.

“No I want to know who gave out an invitation to our restaurant without notifying us.” The host said with a smirk that indicated that he might know more than he is letting on.

“Would you please drop it!” Susan exclaimed.

“If you want to keep your engagement with Mr. Heater, I am afraid I must see the invite you received.” The host said not budging. The college boy was really enjoying the little power he was receiving because of this engagement. “Fine here you go.” Susan said as she handed the young man the envelope. “Ok oh let us see. Oh my” The Host said in mock surprise. A line of people waiting to eat at the restaurant was forming. “Can I go in now?” Susan pleaded as she wanted the moment to be over as blush was consuming her face.

The host looked at the invitation and got a grin on his face, “I

dunno Susan did you dress like the gentleman requested?”

“Excuse me that is none of your business.” Susan spat back.

“It is, now take off the coat, and let’s see if you listened to Mr. Heater’s instructions” The host ordered.

Susan looked behind her and saw the crowd growing impatient.

“Fine” Susan finally said.Susan undid her coat to reveal the black leather dress and the smoke colored stocking and red high heel shoes.

“Nice. Very well follow me Susan” The host said smiling ear to ear.

Susan followed the hostess to a booth that was in the back corner of the room shrouded in darkness. The atmosphere of the restaurant was extremely subdued.

“Ah you made it Susan. However, you are late. This is unacceptable. You will pay for that transgression in the future.” Dimitri uttered dismissively towards Susan. The man appeared to have tanned skin, in his late forties, early fifties. A black felt fedora sat atop his head and a red feather stuck withing the red fabric that hugged the base of the hat.” Please sit we have much to discuss” Dimitri said as he motioned her to sit next to him, there was no other seat opposite of the man.

Susan was contemplating whether to turn on her heel and leave, she realized she would be extremely compromised if she decided to go across the table and sit down. This man was about to control her for the near future.