Reed Called Out Another Name During Sex

Susan Storm shuddered at this confession. Her hands crossed in front of her chest and she grabbed her arms, hunched forward as she recalled the moment it had happened. It would have been better if it had been the name of someone she hadn't known. Some stranger. Then she could experience an honest bought of wifely jealousy. Instead, what Reed had cried out had left her so utterly numb inside that she hadn't known how to react. She hadn't been hurt so much as confused.

In hindsight, she could almost have seen it coming. As their bedroom games had grown more elaborate, Reed had been so conscientious to try and bring her to climax that he had agreed to anything she wished. Had pushed her to think of new things to try, all of which he had done willingly. Because, she saw now, he had needs of his own that weren't met.

A finger wasn't enough. Or a fist. An invisible dildo wasn't sufficient. Reed had wanted to feel it stretch him. Bigger. More. As Sue had mastered her forcefields more, she had learned how to make a strap-on. Had experimented with penetrating herself and her husband at the same time. Of course her forcefields were weightless, so mass wasn't an issue. She could go as big as he liked. A forearm? Bigger than that? It became a secret they shared, just the two of them, to explore his limits. Even while his floppy cock bounced, she stared at the massive gaping hole that was her husband's anus, his genius intellect reduced for a moment to grunts and squeals of pleasure as an invisible phallus like a giant's thumb crushed his prostate and made him leak white milk onto the sheets.

Then he'd called out a name that wasn't hers.

Sue raised her head and stared at Dr. Stone, who was wide-eyed and silent behind her glasses. Outside, the sun still shone on Central Park. People went about their lives. No one could hear her except the psychiatrist.

"We never talked about it. We don't talk about it, even now. We haven't...we haven't been intimate since that night. I mean, a hug, a kiss, but when we go to bed...it's just this gap between us that fills up with all the things we don't say to each other, and I still love him and he loves me but it just...I don't know how to talk to him about it. Or if I even should. He said to me once..."

A sad smile flickered on the Invisible Woman's face, and her tones dropped into a parody of Reed Richard's voice, like a dry physics professor giving a lecture.

"We've already fulfilled our biological imperative to reproduce, and our offspring are statistically likely to reach adulthood and produce offspring of their own; perhaps we've reached the limit of our evolutionary desire for reproduction."

Dr. Stone's lip trembled.

"That's...horrible," she said.

Sue's smile was frozen on her face. "That's Reed. He can get so detached, sometimes. I was always his anchor. The one to **** him to go out with his friends, to have fun, play with the children, take me on dates. He enjoys himself, but he's got zero emotional intelligence. I think Reed knows he hurt me, that night, but he doesn't know what to do about it. Maybe he doesn't even understand it himself."

It was the first time Sue had said that aloud. The first time she had really tried to talk through it with anyone. She felt a terrible weight fall off her shoulders, that she didn't know she had been carrying all this time.

She was ready to tell Dr. Stone the rest of it.