She Suggests Sue Storm Turn Her Husband Into A Sex Toy

Reed Richards was in an amorous mood. Yet he behaved himself as his wife sat him down on the edge of the bed and didn't immediately hold and fondle her husband.

"One of the issues that Dr. Stone thinks I need to work on is communication," Sue Storm said. She was in a nightie; one of those semi-transparent blue affairs that left little to the imagination, and rather flattered her breasts with the way the gauzy cloth hung off of them. Reed was dressed solely in his boxers; his prick already hanging out of the left leg. "And I haven't been completely honest with you about my sexual needs and satisfaction."

Mister Fantastic blinked. Yet he was a scientist, and he digested this information.

"My performance has been...lackluster?" he said, voice absent of hurt.

She laid her hand on his shoulder like he was an old friend.

"When I was young, I learned to masturbate and achieve climax on my own. You're my only partner, always have been, but I've never really been able to cum with you," she said. "It's not so much a lack of skill, Dr. Stone says, as a psychological quirk. The idea of being watched makes it impossible for me to cum. She suggested that there's a way for me to work on that—to keep you involved, physically, while taking your presence out of the conversation, so to speak. So I'd like to try that. As an experiment.

At the E-word, Reed Richards lit up. He knew where he was with experiments.

"What's our hypothesis?" he said.

"That I can cum if I treat you like a sex toy," Sue Storm said. "Basically, as an object to masturbate with."

Reed Richards stroked his chin.

"Intriguing. And our experimental setup?" he asked.

Which is how Reed Richards found himself in the gimp suit. Completely encased in the latex shell, Mister Fantastic could not move. His latex-clad cock stood stiffly in the air as Sue pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it away. On the screen opposite the bed, a pornographic film began to play: CHEATING BLONDE HOTWIVES.

Sue gave him a smile as she zipped the mask closed over his face. Reed couldn't even see Sue as she slowly impaled herself on his length.

Yet he could feel her. Hear her. And in the tight, hot confines of his sexual prison, he began to take notes.