Reed Richards Builds A Sexual Danger Room

"Darling, do you have a moment?"

Sue Storm's heart sank as she heard the words. Reed Richards rarely asked her to come look at something, but when he did it was usually a portal into an alien dimension or the prequel to an alien invasion. Other wives didn't have to deal with that sort of thing...well, except for Janet van Dyne, whose ex-husband was almost a match for Reed in terms of bizarre science. It was one of the reason they got along so well.

Mr. Fantastic seemed unusually excited as he guided Sue, not into his lab, but to the door that had been his bedroom walk-in closet, the one where he kept his suits and dress shoes that he rarely wore. Now, the space was bare, seemingly larger than the dimensions of the walls should allow, as if Sue stepped into an endless black plain laid out with yellow grid lines. The door shut behind them and locked with a clunk.

"Okay," Sue said. "I'm here. What is it?"

"I've noticed your internet usage lately, dear," Reed said softly. "I'm sorry that I haven't been able to meet your sexual needs. So I came up with something to...assist you."

Sue felt her cheeks burn. Reed knew about her goon sessions. And he had built something to help?

Oh God, she thought, imagining mechanical phallus-headed tentacles or an army of Life Model Decoys.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Reed said aloud. "Run simulation Consort 1."

Immediately, the black gridlines shimmered and were replaced with what Sue Storm could only describe as an Atlantean seraglio, all blue marble and smooth pink coral, some of the decorations decidedly pornographic. She stared through a window at a seascape of strange curling towers and swimming schools of fish. A great golden clamshell bed occupied much of the room, and laying upon it was Namor, the Submariner, decidedly nude, his prick pointing toward the ceiling. On either side of him were a pair of blue-skinned Atlantean beauties, one blonde and the other a redhead. Their azure fingertips toyed with Namor's nipples and looked at Sue seductively.

"I call it the Generated Orgasm Ordinateur Niche," he said. "Or G.O.O.N. for short. It's based on Shi'ar holographic technology, like the X-Men's Danger Room," Reed said, with a hint of pride. "Only H.E.R.B.I.E. handles the artificial intelligence. You can produce nearly any scenario you can imagine. All hard light constructs, and self-cleaning. It should meet your masturbatory needs better than any internet searches, and is much more private. It can even generate advanced roleplaying scenarios, although I'm still working out the details for..."

Sue bit her lip. Namor's cock waggled. This was...this was much better than she imagined.

"Thank you, Reed," she said, and leaned over to give her husband a hug. "I love it."

Reed beamed, and hugged her back.

"Anyway, I'll let you play with it. Let me know if you have any problems. H.E.R.B.I.E.? Door."

The doorway appeared, and Reed walked out, leaving his wife alone with his own personal gooner suite.