Reed Richards Cannot Satisfy His Wife

Three thrusts. For the space of those three thrusts, Sue Storm allowed herself to hope. Then she felt Reed slacken inside of her. The elastic erection slipped out of her like a limp rope, followed by a wet spit of watery seed.

"No," she said as she turned around with desperation. She grabbed the deflated, noodly prick in both hands and yanked at it. "No no no NO!"

The Invisible Woman tried to bring Mister Fantastic's cock into her mouth, but it was like sucking on the largest limp noodle in history. Reed Richard's face was flushed, his climax suddenly ruined by his wife's obvious distress.

"I...give me a few minutes darling, the male refractory period..." he started.

"FUCK YOUR PERIOD!" Sue Storm screamed in his face.

Then she threw herself away from him on the bed. Her body wracked with sobs as she rubbed her thighs together. Four fingers of her right hand plunged effortlessly into her pussy and she squeezed, tried to feel something, anything. Yet it was useless. Sue Storm's enormous, altered pussy was less susceptible to manual manipulation than before. She wanted a cock.

Reed hovered around his wife, not daring to touch her, not sure how to help. For all of his genius, he was utterly unprepared for the emotional turmoil that roiled through Sue Storm's brain. After several minutes, Sue raised her head. Tears streamed down from her eyes.

"I can't live like this," Sue sobbed. She sucked in air, and she drew herself up. "I love you, Reed. I've always loved you. But I need sex. I need it. And if you can't fuck me—then I need to find someone that can."

"Sue—what are you saying!?" Reed's heart hammered in his body.

"I'm saying..." Sue took a deep breath and looked in his eyes. "I think we need to have an open marriage. So I can find some sexual satisfaction."

Mister Fantastic's jaw dropped. It fell past his chest, until it struck the base of his own dick and bounced away across the bed. Sue sighed and picked it up, and Reed slowly regained control of himself.

"I...I don't..." Reed, so courageous in the face of cosmic threats, struggled to find the courage to tell his wife what she couldn't do.

"I'm not asking permission, Reed," Sue said, with surprising firmness. "I'm telling you how it has to be. You understand, don't you darling? I don't want a divorce. I still love you, and the children, the team, they need us both. But I'm going insane! If you can't fuck me—and you can't—then I need to find somebody that can. It's the only logical, rational way."

A thousand arguments broke out in Reed Richard's mind. Sex toys. Pharmaceuticals for longer, harder erections. Surgical intervention to restore Sue's genitalia to something closer to normal size, instead of the gaping, hungry fuckhole it had become. Yet when he looked in her blue eyes, his heart wilted. He could see that Sue had already made up her mind.