Reed Richards Catches Sue Storm Gooning

It wasn't leaving the porn on the bathroom sink. Or the extra charges on her credit card. Certainly not the way Sue was going through three pairs of panties a day, or how distracted she seemed to be.

No, it was when Mister Fantastic went looking for his toothbrush and found his wife, in the shower, desperately trying to ejaculate hard enough to hit the ceiling.

The Invisible Woman, naked, legs in the air, and with her eyes locked on the tablet, didn't even hear him. Yet he could hear her.

"Yeah take that cock you dirty little whore! Bet you like it! Filthy fucking brainless bimbo slut, take that fucking fuckstick up your slutty cockhole and drown your nasty little womb in jizz like the worthless fucking cumbucket you are...rrrnggh!"

Reed Richards' ears burned. He had never heard his wife talk like that. Hadn't even known that she knew some of those words. Her hand jabbed his pale blue toothbrush in and out of her pussy with an urgent need, her hips twitching. He had no idea how long she had been doing this, but he could see the signs of utter exhaustion, the frantic, **** need as the bristles of his toothbrush sought out her g-spot.

When the explosion came, the Invisible Woman gave a muffled scream, her eyes rolled back in her head...and she collapsed, panting, the toothbrush still sticking out of a red, raw cunt.

Mister Fantastic took a deep breath, his genius brain working at this new problem. He could actually smell her arousal, the musky sweat that plastered her naked form as she panted, on the verge of sexual exhaustion. As she lay there, he felt...not for the first time, but for the first time in a long time...that profound combination of physical attraction and emotional need that had marked his utter infatuation with his wife, so rarely expressed openly.

There was nothing else for it. Mister Fantastic now knew that the Invisible Woman was having difficulty achieving sexual attraction. He would have to help her with that.