Roleplay

Sue Storm steeled herself as she stepped into Reed's lab that night. She had talked things over with Dr. Stone. Had promised to try. The psychiatrist had felt that Sue needed to be proactive in her sex life, to face her problems head-on, and that had made too much sense for the Invisible Woman to ignore.

Yet she couldn't repress the flutter in her stomach as she walked forward on bare feet, in a see-through blue negligee, the hem of which barely covered her crotch. Reed was so busy staring into a microscope he didn't hear her until she was almost on top of him...and even then he didn't look away, only muttered a question.

The Invisible Woman slid her hands onto Reed's shoulders. There was tension there, beneath the thin fabric of his costume. Her thumbs instinctively dug into the muscles as she massaged him.

"Darling," Sue said. "I've been...thinking. About us. About our sex life. I think I might have a way to...spice things up a little."

Genius though he was, Reed Richards was still a man. She felt his body stiffen beneath her fingers. As he swiveled around in his chair, she lifted her hands so that they came to rest on his shoulders again as he faced her.

"Sue," he said, mouth thick, and he stared at her breasts through the thin negligee. Yet his pants didn't tent. She brought one hand up to caress his face. "You know I—I'm sorry I can't—"

One finger on his lips silenced him.

"I was thinking...a bit of roleplay," she said. "Something that might help satisfy us both."

So she told him her idea. Which was really Dr. Stone's idea, though she didn't tell him that. To her surprise, he agreed. Swiftly. Eagerly.

It was so simple, Sue wondered why she hadn't thought of doing something like this before.

In forty-five minutes, Reed Richards had set up the gloryhole. Sue could almost feel the eyes of the cameras on her as she waited impatiently in the little booth they had set up in a corner of Reed's lab. Secure as a confessional, the little door locked from the inside. There was a small pad for Sue to kneel on. On the other side was a viewscreen that showed the action, and Reed's booth.

"Ready when you are," she whispered, and stuck her finger through the hole.

She was still shocked when the fifty-dollar bill was pressed into her hand. The Invisible Woman's cheeks burned as she took the money. Aware that the camera caught the action. That Reed Richards could see his wife take the cash.

Then the cock, half-hard, pushed through. While Reed could give his prick any shape and size, the image inducer changed the skin color—and Sue's blush deepened as she saw the dark chocolate skin of the big, floppy dick and balls that protruded through the hole.

Sue told herself that it was her husband's dick as she lifted it up with both hands and kissed the tip. That it was just a bit of fun, to give Reed the storyline he needed to get excited. Yet her heart fluttered at the taboo sensation as her fingers peeled back the foreskin and licked behind the head that began to swell and grow hot in her hand.

"Oh God," she said aloud. "I hope my husband doesn't find out that I'm here sucking this big black cock for money!"

It was trashy dialogue. Sue wasn't much of an actress, and they hadn't worked out a script. Yet for the first time in a long time, the dick swelled to life and hardness in her fingers, and Sue felt herself grow damp as her mouth ran down the length of that monster, far bigger than what Reed had used to impregnate her with.

She was sure Dr. Stone would want to hear all about this at their next session.