Watch Porn Together

"You can't be serious," Sue Storm said.

"Completely serious," Dr. Stone affirmed. "Many couples find it a productive mutual activity to watch pornography together. In your case especially, I believe it might help with the particular issues you and your husband are having. The right adult video might...stir your husband's interest. Feed into his particular kink in a positive way that reaffirms his love for you. Direct it out of...unhealthy channels."

The Invisible Woman's jaw worked. Dr. Stone put an emphasis on certain words in a way that they stuck in her head. She wasn't sure if she beleived what the psychiatrist said—but a part of her realized that it was worth a try. It certainly couldn't hurt.

That just left Sue Storm with one question.

"What do you mean by 'the right adult video.'"

The petite sex store was squeezed in between a Chinese restaurant and a boutique tattoo parlor. A modest display of mannequins in lingerie and black whips suggested, more than advertised, the wares.

Sue Storm strode in there and let her eyes adjust for a moment. Like a casino, the inside of a porn store was somehow eternal. A white-haired old woman knit behind the counter, dressed in a bright pink T-shirt that announced her as staff. She nodded pleasantly at Sue as she came in, then looked away. Eye contact was rare in such places, Sue realized, as she stepped forward, grateful that there was no one else here. It would draw more attention for her to turn invisible here than to simply keep her head low and get on with her business.

The DVDs and BluRays were stacked on freestanding shelves in the middle of the store. Sue walked down the aisles. Her eyes seemed to slip past the naked bodies and sloe eyes on the case covers. She focused on the labels. Teens. Anal. Gangbangs. Interracial. Celebrity.

She paused in front of the Superhero section. Turned and bent her knees until her ass rested on her heels, balanced on her toes.

As someone who had been in the superhero business for a long time, Sue had always known there was a seedy underside to the fandom. Folks that were hoping for a nip slip or wardrobe malfunction, entire websites devoted to "battle damage." Then there were the cosplayers, enthusiasts...and the actual porn stars. It was easy enough for a woman to paint herself green and star in a pornographic parody of She-Hulk's adventures. There were entire Japanese companies that specialized in that kind of thing, with costumes and special effects.

Sue knew there was a nastier underside to it too. Villains who wanted to **** heroines on camera and sell the tape. Mutant porn, straight up outlawed in many countries. Young 'heroines' that tried to make a name for themselves and ended up shooting videos to make ends meet. It was why Sue was so worried about groups like the Power Pack, Young Avengers, Young Warriors...it was a harsher world for young heroines than when Sue had come up.

Her fingers touched the case which featured a bottle-blonde racktastic pornstar in a skimpy version of Sue Storm's own costume. Tess Tempest was the pornstar's name. There was a stack of titles she had appeared in.

Sue grabbed them all.

The white-haired old lady checked her out with a little smile on her face, mentioned a sale on lube. Sue Storm's cheeks finally burned as she added two bottles of water-based lubricant to the purchase. Paid with cash.

Night. The children were in bed. Johnny was out clubbing. Ben and Alicia had a night out.

The lab was quiet when Sue slipped in. It seemed silly sometimes, to wear a see-through nightie when she could just make anything she wore invisible...but it was the kind of thing that drove Reed wild.

"Darling," Sue said, her voice pitched low and breathy. Hair and makeup perfect. He turned, and his eyes went wide as he caught sight of her hard nipples through the transparent fabric. "I've got...a surprise for you."

Like a zombie, he rose to his feet. She guided him into the bedroom. The video was already cued up. Sue pulled the labcoat from her husband's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Reed's eyes were fixed on the screen.

No matter how this night went, Sue was sure she'd have a story to tell her psychiatrist.