Reed Takes Some Convincing

Mister Fantastic's frown was tight-lipped, his broad brow furrowed in something between disapproval and confusion. He was seated in a chair in his lab, still in his Fantastic Four costume, a hint of stubble on his chin. His wife stood in her civilian garb, tight pants and a t-shirt.

"A nude beach?" he said, the tone matching his features.

"Johnny and Ben can watch the kids," Sue Storm said. "The Avengers have our emergency comms. Dr. Stone thinks it might be good for me. To...let myself be seen. In a strictly controlled scenario. And we haven't had a romantic weekend in a while."

The most intelligent man in the world seemed to process this thought.

"I'm not so sure that I follow Dr. Stone's logic," he said. "Although psychology isn't my strong suit. You're sure she's been verified by S.H.I.E.L.D.? We could get a second opinion from Dr. Samson—"

"Dr. Stone has been vouched for," Sue Storm said. "And I don't feel comfortable talking with Leonard about—personal issues. Karla has a woman's perspective. Insight. We've been able to talk about—lots of things. I think she can help me—us—"

"Us?" Reed said, and raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was about your psychological needs."

"I think you like it when I act sexy," Sue said. "I think you get off on it, when your sexy wife shows herself to others. Imagine all those people watching my naked body, getting so hard when they see me—and you'll be right there, as they **** me with thier eyes—"

Then Sue Storm did something she normally wouldn't do. She glanced at the door. With a thought, an invisible hand closed and locked it. Reed blinked, curious, but when Sue turned back, there was a smile on her face that was absolutely predatory.

She dropped down to her knees. Her fingers found the waistband of his costume, the seam that most people couldn't see.

"Darling," he said weakly. "It's the middle of the day! And it's not even our anniversary—or Christmas—or my birthday—"

"One thing I've decided after my sessions with Dr. Stone," Sue said, her voice soft and eager. "Is that I can suck my husband's cock more than three times a year."

She fished out the soft, long prick that had made her call him Mr. Fantastic even before the cosmic ray accident. Reed had always been a shower more than a grower. Seven inches of skinny dick that that grow hard in an instant. A real throat-tickler.

Sue peeled back the foreskin and let her tongue play over the sensitive head. Reed began to respond. That magnificent brain focusing not on some cosmic calculation but on the image of his own beloved wife slowly bobbing her head, taking more and more of his cock inside of her. He could see through the tactic, but he appreciated what she was trying to do.

"Alright," he said with a sigh. One hand stretched down the collar of her tee-shirt. She could feel the rubbery digit, warm and alive, slide down the waistband of her jeans and into her underwear. Reed was too good of a husband to get head without giving his wife some sexual satisfaction in return, and she blushed as she felt his finger find her clit.

"We'll make a weekend of it."