Reed Is Hot And Bothered By A Red-Headed Sue Storm

Sue Storm's hairdresser enjoyed a challenge. The Invisible Woman had pointed at a photo of Mary Jane Watson on the cover of a magazine, and the older woman had smiled as she dipped the heroine back in the chair to mix in the dye. Fortunately, Sue didn't need a perm, because then she would have had to wait...yet when she saw the result, the bright red locks, the Invisible Woman nearly didn't recognize herself.

"You look fabulous, honey," the hairdresser assured her, as she combed and dried the hair, snipped and shaped it. By the time Sue Storm left the hairdresser, she had a fair approximation of Mary Jane Watson's crimson locks.

That was the start, of course. Sue had carefully studied Mary Jane's makeup. The lipstick, nails, the little bit of eye shadow that Sue never bothered with, a push-up bra to give her a little more cleavage for the scandalously short blue dress, the blue heels that Sue almost never wore. She didn't bother to dye her pubic hair, just shaved her pubis smooth. By the time the sun dipped, Sue had transformed herself.

All for Reed Richards. All for both of them.

Sue Storm told herself she wanted her marriage to work. For the kids, and for herself. She wanted to make Reed happy, and if she was honest with herself she wanted to be happy too. It had been a long time since he had touched her. Since he had been in her. If a dye job was what it took...

Reed Richards, like most men, hadn't gone to anything like the effort that Sue Storm had gone through. A shower, a shave, a splash of aftershave and a breath mint. The dark blue suit he wore was tailored, however. Sue had made sure of that, as she had made sure of a thousand little details. She always thought it made him look handsome, her tall, slim husband with that suit that showed off his trim waist, so unlike the potbellied dadbods so prevalent these days.

Yet Reed's response to Sue's transformation was beyond anything she could have imagined. He seemed entranced. Excited.

There were a few paparazzi as they arrived at the restaurant. Sue could only imagine the headlines the next morning. Would they think Reed was stepping out on her? Or would they comment on Sue's new hair color?

Oysters. Champagne. Strawberries and cream. Irish coffee. For an hour or two, Reed Richards' mind was not on particle physics, but on the beautiful woman who sat across from him at the candle-lit table. They talked, not about the children, not about their adventures, but about her. How beautiful she looked. What he wanted to do to her. The kind of flirting they could never do around the kids, the little jokes. Sue remembered when they were courting, and ran her toes up his inseam, under the table. Until her toe touched something...and her eyes widened.

They were both a little tipsy as they came back to the Baxter Building. Reed got handsy in the elevator. His hot kisses found her neck, his hands stretched to grab her ass in a huge webbed grip as he crushed her to him. The pliant redhead pressed her body into his, enjoying his attention, his passion. It had been so long for them both.

He carried Sue into the bedroom. Normally they made love with the lights off, but tonight Sue left them on. Her hand fumbled for the remote as he pulled down her dress, intent on getting at her breasts, to suck her nipples.

On the screen that occupied most of the wall opposite the bed, Mary Jane Watson appeared. It was a softcore video, one of her early ones. The room was soundproofed, so Sue didn't turn down the volume. She shifted in Reed's grip as they fumbled with their clothes, for all the world like a young man and woman on prom night, not an old married couple...

His cock nearly burst out of his pants. Sue sucked in her breath as she saw it, tall and hard, for the first time in years. It was almost too big.

Reed's mouth found her cunt. She huffed as his face deformed, the maneuver she used to call "the hoover." Molded to her pussy, that powerful suction as his tongue, long and thick and soft, lapped at her labia, teased her clit mercilessly. Her hands ruffled his hair as the soft jazz soundtrack of Mary Jane's little video began to be interspersed with soft moans.

Mister Fantastic turned her around. With her back to him, his rubbery arms wrapped around her legs, she lowered herself onto his cock. She slid down his length, so tight after so long that she thought her cunt might burst. Yet Reed could control that, keep it hard enough to penetrate, soft enough to squeeze deep, deep into her slit. Until his chin rested on her shoulder and Susan Storm was utterly impaled.

So that they could both stare at the screen, as Mary Jane Watson's top came off. The handsome stud beneath her mimed the motions of sex, the camera careful not to break the illusion. Yet Reed Richard's eyes were fixated on the scene as he flexed himself, to drive that hard, hot meat up in and out of her.

"Oh, Mary Jane!" Reed moaned her name as he fucked Sue Storm...and maybe that was when Sue Storm's heart began to break a little. She wondered what she would tell Dr. Stone.