Reed Pretends To Ignore Sue Storm's Affair - Until He Can't

The Kree attempt to create a Moloid Supreme Intelligence was foiled. The Fantastic Four stared as Captain Marvel took custody of the renegade Kree scientists. The Mole Man formally thanked them and shook Mr. Fantastic's hand. The press caught the moment, and once again, the Fantastic Four had saved the world.

Back in the Baxter Building, after tucking the kids into bed, Reed noticed Sue getting dressed.

"Going out?" he asked.

"Girl's night," Sue Storm lied smoothly. "Margarita night. Don't wait up."

His wife kissed him on the cheek as she left in the slinky black dress and heels. She left her black lace panties on the bed. An afterthought.

She hadn't noticed the birth control implant. The broad-spectrum STI protection had been a "vitamin shot." He'd given one to Johnny Storm, years ago, just as a precaution. He had taken precautions to sterilize Sue's late-night returns home. Often dripping jizz down her legs, half-drunk or high, staggering and unable to remember her security codes. Doors would lock to keep the children from seeing their mother in such a state. A special instance of H.E.R.B.I.E. would guide her to the shower and the bidet.

Mister Fantastic's beard grew out. For a while he tried to lose himself in his work, but something about the spin of quantum particles failed to hold his attention of late. His "collaboration" sessions with Hank Pym often devolved to listening to his friend complain about Tigra's sex addiction and how difficult it was to keep up with her, especially since his ex-wife Janet van Dyne, the Wasp, kept hitting him up with booty calls.

Reed nodded, waiting tensely for the next delivery.

Porkum hadn't tried to contact Reed again. Not directly. Instead, he sent the DVDs. Reed had long ago confirmed their authenticity. That was his wife, slamming her cheating cunt down on that mutant schlong. His beautiful Sue, who moaned like a whore, saying words he never knew she had learned. Dead-eyed as her stomach distended as she took that cock deep inside of her.

He wasn't proud of the erection. Stroking his own dick wasn't enough for her, as Sue Storm gagged on a two-foot dick. Shuddering in shame and arousal as he blew his load out onto the floor. Only then letting his tears fall, his heart a gaping, empty wound that would never heal.

Yet Reed Richards was willing to live with that. For her.

Until that night when Sue Storm staggered in crying. H.E.R.B.I.E. guided her to the bathroom as normal, but Reed was alarmed at how upset she was. Instead of comforting his wife, he analyzed the semen that oozed out of her pussy into the toilet.

It wasn't Porkum's.