A Multiversal Gloryhole

"Susan, darling," Reed Richards said. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it: I realize you've been achieving sexual gratification while imagining being unfaithful to me."

They were alone in Reed's lab. He had even locked the door. Which was good, because if anyone else had been there right then and there, Sue Storm would have died in sheer embarrassment. She didn't even try to hide the fact, she just blurted out:

"What? How—" she said.

"I heard you. In bed. And your internet traffic—I don't normally monitor the logs, but we do log everything, for safety's sake," he said, and now it was Reed's turn to blush. "I wasn't spying on you darling, honestly. But once I found out what you've been masturbating to—well, I thought I could come up with a solution."

Sue Storm sighed. She pinched the bridge of his nose. This was just so purely Reed. Only he could catch his wife clicking her mouse to cheating porn and it would give him the idea for another invention.

"Reed—" she said.

Then he set the invention on the table. It was a metal disc, about three inches in diameter and maybe half an inch thick. The backside was solid metal, buffed to a mirror finish, and a rounded rim of blue and white surrounded a circle of black glass that Sue could only think of as an aperture. There were two white buttons on top.

"I know you have your needs, darling, so I've come up with this. It's a targeted multiversal one-way portal array, locked onto a nigh-infinite number of genital receptacle stations using a complex factoring system. Computer-aided filtering assures no possible contamination from disease or parasites, the mechanism itself even cleans and sterilizes the penises as they enter this dimension..." he rambled on.

Sue felt a headache start.

"English, Reed," she said.

He blinked.

"It's a portable gloryhole," he said. "You press the back against any surface and touch this button, and it'll stick to it. You press this button and it will activate. A random penis from somewhere in the multiverse will emerge. Complete consent from all parties involved, absolute anonymity, no danger of sexually transmitted disease. This way, you can meet your sexual needs and..."

Mister Fantastic faltered. He looked suddenly embarrassed.

"...and we can stay together," he finished, somewhat lamely.

Sue Storm's heart suddenly melted. What an incredible, brilliant, idiotic plan. Instead of blaming her, instead of having a shouting fit like some macho asshole, her rubbery excuse for a husband had built a machine for Sue Storm to cuckold him with.

"Thank you, Reed," she said, and meant it. "I don't know if I'll use it, but I want you to know: I was never planning to leave you. I love you! I love our life together! The family we created. I've just been...having a difficult time climaxing, lately."

Now it was Sue's turn to feel embarrassed at her words. She came around the table and husband and wife embraced.