Annoyed, But Determined To Use This

"I'm just so confused," Sue Storm admitted, staring into her teacup. "I thought the cheating porn was so exciting, but then Reed was there, watching with me, and I just...oh, I love him so much, he's so supportive, but at the same time it kind of ruins it? Like, how can I get off to cheating porn if my husband approves?"

"I see," Dr. Stone said, covering her frown with a sip of her own tea.

Fucking cuckblocking do-gooder, Moonstone thought to herself. It had taken time and effort to get Sue Storm interested in cheating porn, and then he had to go ruin her hard work by being all loving and supportive. Still, what was done was done. The only question was how to use this to her advantage.

"Have you considered," Dr. Stone said carefully. "That your husband might actually want to see you with another man?"

"Oh, no," Sue said. "I mean, a fantasy is one thing, but—"

Dr. Stone's head tilted back. The light through the window seemed to catch her golden hair, the round lenses of her rimless glasses. For a moment, it seemed to Sue Storm as if the psychiatrist's eyes glowed and her head was limned with a golden halo of light. The heroine's eyes fluttered heavily as a gravimetric pulse slammed into her brain like six tequila shooters.

"—but if you cheat, perhaps that means he can cheat as well," Dr. Stone said. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander, after all. And you two do spend your time around so many attractive men and women. Perhaps he feels the desire to stray. All he needs is your permission...or your example. After all, if he gives you a pass to sexually fantasize about cheating with other men, then surely he is free to fantasize about cheating with other women..."

Poison words. The seeds of jealousy and insecurity. They sank into the fertile soil of Sue Storm's brain, planted deep, the Invisible Woman slack in her chair, teacup in her lap, eyes barely open. Moonstone's implants buzzed maddeningly in her head, her entire skull vibrating, the copper taste of her own blood in her mouth as she strained to maintain the suggestive state.

Until she could hold it no more.

Sue Storm stirred as Dr. Stone fell silent. The psychiatrist held a Kleenex to her nose, the tissue bright with blood. Immediately, Sue sat up, attentive, worried.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Just a nosebleed. The air is so dry in here," Dr. Stone waved away her patient's concerns. "Anyway, our time is up for this week. I hope you and your husband will have that talk we discussed."

"Yes," Sue said, vaguely aware that she had been listening but having only half been paying attention. "I'm sure we will."

BLACK COCKS FOR WHITE WIVES was not, Sue Storm had to admit, a scintillating work of erotic drama. None of the actors could act, the plot was threadbare and somewhat racist, and the oldest "MILF" was 35 and had pink nipples that proclaimed she'd never given birth. Worse, Reed was trying to apply logic to the narrative.

"Statistically, Black men aren't prone to greater penile length than any other phenotype. I wonder if the fixation on such interracial unions results from American psychological trauma from chattel slavery—"

"Reed, it's hot because women like to fuck big black cocks!" Sue Storm blurted. "Because sometimes, women like me like to think about fucking someone else! Haven't you ever wanted to fuck someone else?"

Mister Fantastic blinked. Not sure where this came from. His rational mind working over the question. It was a linguistic trap, though he didn't know it, having entirely missed the emotional overtones of his wife's question. Which is why he answered it honestly.