Reed Richards Gets Suspicious And Spies on Sue

Trust was the bedrock of Reed Richards and Sue Storm's marriage. They trusted each other with thier lives. Trusted each other's competence and judgment. For over a decade, they had enjoyed a rock-solid marriage built on that trust.

Reed had never seriously considered Sue Storm would be unfaithful to him. Certainly, she'd had the opportunity. Namor had basically given her an open invitation to "skinny dip" whenever she felt like it. Many villains had tried to make the Invisible Woman their bride. Then there were the various heroes, their peers—it was hard not to get jealous when dealing with peak specimens of humanity like Spider-Man and Captain America, much less outright demigods like Thor and Hercules.

Yet Sue had scarcely even glanced at Spider-Man's buttocks or Thor's biceps. Reed had done his best to meet her example by resolutely refusing to gawk at the sometimes scantily-clad superheroines and supervillainesses that surrounded them. For his part, Reed had always done his best to give Sue no reason to think he might ever be unfaithful.

Still...

It was little things. Sue had started to going to bed earlier, but her internet traffic—which he scrupulously did not spy on, but which was monitored by the security software he had set up—continued on for longer than normal. Her kisses goodnight were shorter, more perfunctory now. She hadn't made any attempt to get him to come to bed for over a week.

The smell was what had aroused his suspicions. The scent of sex was still on the bedsheets next to his sleeping wife as he slid into bed. Her back had been turned toward Reed's side of the bed, her golden hair loose and spilled out on the pillow, like spun cornsilk in the moonlight. It wasn't that anyone had been in here with Sue; and she made sure to wash the sheets the next day—in fact, he noted when he reviewed the household logs, she had been washing the sheets every day for the last week.

The doubt in Reed's heart gnawed at him. He knew what Sue was doing, obviously. Masturbation wasn't a crime. Not even a betrayal. Except she was pointedly—not including him. Why was that? He had always performed his bedroom duties well enough before. At least...he thought he had...

The thing to do was to ask Sue about it. So he did.

He had taken a shower early. Shaved himself clean, all over, which was something that Sue liked. Put on just a touch of that aftershave she claimed to like the smell of. When Sue had come out of her own shower, she had been surprised to find Reed there, on the bed, waiting for her.

"Darling," he said. "I feel like I've been neglecting you lately. I thought we might..."

The words died as he saw her face. It was the same face that Sue Storm used when she played poker. Flat, devoid of emotion. Giving nothing back.

"I'm sorry dear—I'm really tired. The kids wore me out. I was going to turn in early tonight," she said.

It wasn't a lie. There was a hint of dark bags under her eyes. It wasn't one of those white lies that wives told their husbands, about headaches or periods. Yet it wasn't the whole truth, either. Reed could see that in an instant. There was that agitation in her, the unhappiness at him being there, in that place, during her private time.

Reed gave a sad smile. He got up off the bed and stretched his arm into the closet, to fetch a labcoat.

"Of course darling. I'll just...be in the lab. You get some sleep."

She accepted a kiss on the cheek. He didn't try to press for more. Closed the door quietly behind him as he left for his lab.

Once there, however, he did something he promised himself not to do. He slaved one of his computer terminals to Sue Storm's tablet.

He watched it come on. Saw Sue launch an internet browser, in incognito mode.

Unsurprised when she navigated to a well-known porn site.

Watched her type in the first search terms.

CHEATING WHORE WIVES

For the next forty-four minutes, Reed Richard's eyes were stuck to the screen as he watched the same things that Sue did. As if he watched over her shoulder. The average viewing time of each video was a little under four minutes, he noted idly. She adjusted the search terms often, the strings grew longer, more specific. There was a specific type she seemed to zero in on.

Blonde. Large breasts. Wives. Unfaithful.

Like Sue Storm herself.

When, at last, the session ended and the incognito session ended, Reed Richards was left with an aching hole in his heart—and a raging erection, harder than he'd been in years.