Reed Richards Discovers His Wife Masturbating To Cheating Porn

It was the third night when Reed Richards came into their bedroom, an odd look on his face. Sue Storm quickly minimized the page with the pornographic video she'd just opened on her tablet. She sat up, hid her frustration but showed her surprise as her husband walked around to her side of the bed and sat down.

"Reed?" she asked. "What is it?"

Mister Fantastic, who had stared down alien demigods and interdimensional despots, licked his lips. She realized, belatedly, that he was nervous. Even afraid. A tension built at the back of her head, a sudden worry that overwhelmed her frustrated sexual desire.

"The firewall has detected some odd network traffic, lately," Reed said. "Normally, I don't look at it—I don't want to intrude on the privacy of my family. However, I do set up programs to scan for sudden shifts in browsing habits that might indicate—problems."

The Invisible Woman swallowed hard. Did he—had he—

"I know you've been searching cheating porn," Reed said softly. His brown eyes locked on hers. Sue couldn't read his expression. Was he hurt? Sick? His tone was calm, not accusatory. "I know it started after your visit to the psychiatrist. I know you've been—masturbating—to it, when I'm not here. And I haven't been here."

That last sentence dripped with guilt and regret. Stupid tears came to Sue Storm's eyes, a torrent of emotions she hadn't realized she'd bottled up inside of her. She had never imagined she'd be caught. Never imagined what it would be like for him. Sue had never wanted to hurt her husband.

"It's...Dr. Stone said I had too much stress. She suggested masturbation as a way to...to help me relieve it. I wouldn't—you know I wouldn't, not really—but it was just—kind of a turn on to think about it—"

She blubbered. The words came out, her cheeks flushed. Reed moved on hand up onto her bare knee. The hand flowed like liquid rubber down her thigh, down below the hem of her nightie. Sue's face grew redder as she realized she wasn't wearing panties. She'd been touching herself. But she hadn't cum. Cumming was cheating.

"It's okay, Sue," Reed said. He smiled. "Really. I trust you. I've always trusted you. I just—I thought this might be something we could do together."

Which is how the couple found themselves, almost bizarrely, with the pillows against the headboard, hip to hip, as they stared at the tablet. On the screen, a blonde woman was getting bent over by a tall, black, well-hung chauffeur. Sue licked her lips as she spread her knees, and her right hand found her wet slit as Reed held the tablet steady so they could both watch. His right arm flowed over her body, beneath her nightie, to squeeze and fondle her breast. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the tip of his Mister Fantastic poke out of his boxers.

Sue Storm felt the excitement rise within her as her husband watched at her side. Thoughts and emotions whirled around her brain. Cumming was cheating...but was it really cheating, if Reed was into it? Egging her on. He seemed as excited as she was. His foreskin curled and recurled on itself until it made a fair imitation of a fist, and began to roughly stroke itself over his swollen purple glans. Sue hadn't even been aware he could do that.

As the heat built up inside of her, Sue was certain of one thing: she'd have a hell of a story for Dr. Stone at next week's appointment.