Pleasant Surprise

Later that night, in their shared bed, Sue Storm's heart fluttered. She was wearing a Fantastic Four t-shirt the size of a hockey jersey; Reed was in his boxers and socks. Sue had never understood how he could sleep like that, and her own toes squirmed in eager freedom. With a deep breath, she showed Reed her tablet.

Then she showed him what she had been buying.

"Oh," he said, color flooding to his cheeks.

"I've been getting into blondes, lately," Sue said, nervously toying with her own hair. "Doctor Stone, my psychiatrist, she encouraged me to—well, she thinks my stress is due to sexual frustration, and so she gave me some homework. To, ah, pleasure myself. And I needed a little visual stimulus, so...you're not upset with me, are you?"

Her voice was plaintive. Guilty.

Reed replied with a smile. His elastic movie stretched and reformed itself around her, going paper-thin to squeeze between her and her pillow. Arms wrapped around hers. A familiar rigidity swelling between her ass cheeks.

"I'm not mad, darling," he said. "Not at all. I want you to be sexually satisfied. Perhaps you could...show me your technique?"

Sue settled back into her husband. Reed Richards wasn't often very smooth. Yet sometimes, he did say the right thing. She queued up her current favorite. A porn star that looked very much like Dr. Stone, her tits, juggs, boobs, soft jiggling masses beneath long golden hair. The Invisible Woman's eyes fixed on the screen, her left hand rubbed up and down her bare, exposed slit. She felt the warm, living heat of Reed behind her, his chin on her shoulder. Somehow it was even hotter when he was watching her.

She began to gasp, heart quickening, belly tense with anticipation. Her ass began to shift as she flicked her clit, faster and faster. Reed began to kiss her neck. His fingers found her stiff nipples. Pushing her over the edge.

For the first time in their married life, Reed Richards brought his wife to climax.