Reed Richards Likes Getting Pegged By His Wife

They kept going, long after Reed had painted the bedsheets. Until his legs gave out and she pounded his prostate as he lay moaning on the bed, his cock oozing jizz out into the sheets with every thrust. In that long night, the Invisible Woman found new depths in her love for her husband—or maybe it was just that at the end of the night, when he had lost all control of his body, and she collapsed into the warm, rubbery puddle that was her husband, Sue had simply exhausted the years of pent-up frustrations she had felt towards him.

And all that was left was shame, guilt, and regret.

"Reed," she whispered into his ear. "I have to tell you something."

She told him everything. With the strap-on still buried in his ass. The encounters with Porkum. The terrible biological hold he had on her body and mind. How addicted she was to that massive cock flushing her body with what felt like gallons of sperm. How he had made her refuse to let anyone else fuck her pussy.

Mister Fantastic listened. Slowly, carefully, as his body resumed its normal shape and proportions. Until at last Sue pulled free and husband and wife held each other, the tears flowing freely, hearts lighter for having shared those long pent-up secrets...and left with the question of what to do now.

"Well, I don't think I can live without you pegging my ass again," Reed joked.

Sue laughed and then buried her head into his shoulder and sobbed. Yet his eyes grew distant as one of the most brilliant men in the world turned that vast and terrible intelligence to the task of what to do about Porkum.

Porkum scratched his balls. Seated on a recliner, watching porn, and half-way through a case of beer. A normal afternoon—except Doctor Doom's hologram hovered nearby, staring down at his "partner" with disdain.

"Richards' marriage is still intact," Doom noted. "You were supposed to break the Fantastic Four."

"I've got her wrapped around my cock!" Porkum complained. "She's totally addicted to my dick, and no other. What more do you want me to do? I tried knockin' her up, but she won't take. Do I gotta nail her in the middle of Times Square or something?"

Doom considered.

"You have, perhaps, reached the limits of the manipulations possible with your current abilities. However, I am willing to offer you an...upgrade."

Porkum's small, pig-like ears stood up.

"Whattaya mean?"

"I mean," Doctor Doom said. "That I have studied your mutation. On our world, mutants can undergo a second stage of mutation—a process that fundamentally alters and expands their powers. If I am correct, it will increase your personal abilities ten-fold."

"Well, shit, Doomy," Porkum said, heaving himself to his feet. "Let's do it!"