Sue Is More Assertive With Reed, Causing Friction

"What did you say, darling?" Reed Richards asked, voice incredulous.

"I said," Sue Storm repeated. "I'd like some oral sex."

"But...it's not even your birthday!" he blurted.

The Invisible Woman glowered, and Reed Richards, the most intelligent man in the world, realized he had said the wrong thing.

"And that," she said. "Is something else I'd like to talk about. I've given birth to two children. I deserve to have my cunt licked on demand. I shouldn't have to beg for it like some wanton slut. You've been treating my pussy like it's radioactive ever since I gave birth to Valeria!"

Reed tried to process this.

"Well, it technically IS radioactive, dear. The cosmic rays that..."

Sue Storm did not want to hear about the cosmic rays. A fact she made clear when, with a wave of invisible ****, she swept the upper sheet and duvet off their bed. Reed slept nude, out of long habit. Sue wore only an over-sized Fantastic Four t-shirt. She rose and stood astride him, her bare golden pubis on full display.

"I'm serious, Reed. You can't keep leaving me unsatisfied in the bedroom. It isn't right," she pursed her lips and held her hands on her hips. "Now, are you going to bring your tongue up here? Or do I have to sit on your face?"

Reed blinked. He wasn't sure when exactly he had lost the argument, although he suspected it had happened back when he hadn't immediately rolled over and eagerly buried his face in Sue's muff. In truth, he felt suddenly guilty at having not paid attention to his wife. He couldn't imagine Sue bringing this up unless it had been weighing heavily on her. Perhaps it had come up in her therapy sessions? She had been seeing Dr. Stone for some weeks...

Mister Fantastic put his thoughts aside. He had more immediate concerns.

"Of course, darling," Reed said, tone now apologetic. His neck stretched like a rubber band, bringing his face to her crotch. "I'm sorry for neglecting you."

His tongue extended to run over the blonde heroine's labia. Tasted the tangy juices, the salty sweat. Sue grabbed his head in both hands and guided him, from her taint to her clit. Every time his tongue tried to delve into her cleft like a penis, she guided him back to her clit.

"Christ, I didn't know this was amateur hour," she muttered under her breath. Reed's face flushed with shame at this assessment of his technique. "Come on, the clit. Lick the clit. Suck it a little. Not too hard..."

It was past time, Sue Storm decided, that Reed Richards finally learned how to pleasure a woman. And school was in session. Yet all through it, all Sue could think of was how much better Nairobi was at this.