Reed Richards May Be Smart, But He Is Blissfully Ignorant

Even the smartest man in the world had his blindspot. Day by day, night by night, his faith in his wife was unshakeable. Reed Richards and Sue Storm had been through so many adventures—to the Negative Zone, to the vastness of space, the bottom of the ocean, the depths of the planet. They had stood together on the moon and held hands as the Earth rose beneath them. Fought together against men, aliens, and things that claimed to be gods.

The thought that his darling Invisible Woman would tuck their children into bed, kiss him goodnight, and then go frig herself raw as she watched videos of helpless husbands cuckolded by their wives never even touched the fringes of his imagination. He never heard the muffled screams as Sue bit into a pillow and watched some simp cuck stare in horror as a pair of women ate out his wife in front of him. Never thought to check her search history as keywords like "NTR" and "Cheating Whore Wife" and "Cuckold Porn" filled search after search.

Sue Storm still loved her husband. Her clueless, brilliant, trusting husband. Yet every time he failed to catch her in the act—every night she collapsed, exhausted, pussy quivering in the aftermath of a soul-shaking climax—the compulsion seemed to be reinforced. To sink a little deeper into her soul.

"It's just a fantasy," Sue Storm confessed at her next appointment.

"It seems to be doing you some good," Dr. Stone said. "You seem a lot less stressed than before."

It was true, though Sue was loathe to admit it to anyone except her psychiatrist. Ever since she'd started masturbating—and cumming—regularly, she'd found her mood elevated. She slept better, worked out harder, and even when the kids got on her nerves or the Fantastic Four faced a particularly stressful mission, she now had a great stress release option.

"You should be careful, though," Dr. Stone said. "Fantasies have a way of...changing."

Sue Storm stared out the window. Her eyes relaxed into a thousand-yard stare as a golden aura glowed around Dr. Stone's head. The heroine's brain slid easily into the suggestible mode, now that Moonstone had some practice.

"Hmm?" Sue Storm made an interrogative noise.

"There's a concept called 'porn creep,'" Dr. Stone said. "When you're young and first exposed to pornography, nudity and vanilla sex is enough to get you off. As you are exposed to more and more erotic material, that becomes...less satisfying. You start to need more to get the same thrill. Tastes become specialized. Anal sex, big breasts, interracial...cheating on your husband..."

Sue gave a little sigh, and her cheeks reddened.

"...but what will you do when cheating porn isn't enough, anymore? When it ceases to be effective to really get you off?"

Dr. Stone's eyes narrowed. Light burned through her eyelids. It took all of her concentration to use her powers like this, the buzz of the implants in her skull sent a shiver down her spine.

"You're going to continue masturbating, but it's going to take longer, and you won't cum as hard. Not from porn. You're going to have think of some other way to relieve your stress."

"Some...other way..." Sue Storm repeated automatically.

The blonde heroine was still somewhat dazed as she left Dr. Stone's office. Sue Storm had vague memories of their session; she recalled telling Dr. Stone how well it was working, and Dr. Stone warning her that such relief might be temporary. A sense of unease filled the Invisible Woman as she returned home, a tension across her shoulders.

She definitely needed to cum hard tonight. Work out that stress. Yet in the depths of her brain, a little part of her wondered what she would do...if cheating porn wasn't enough to get her off anymore.