Sue Storm Is Hot And Bothered When Reed Calls Her Mary Jane

The single candle on the dinner cast a warm glow. Sue Storm's red hair caught the light. She'd taken care to arrange her hair as Mary Jane Watson had it in one of her ads...one eye covered. A wonderbra gave her more cleavage than normal; the three-inch heels extra height, and helped show off Sue's shapely thighs when she moved, the long slit up the side of Sue's green dress reaching almost to her hip.

Reed Richards wore a suit. He had ordered in a meal from some sort of Thai/Cajun fusion place. Sriracha and gator. Crispy shrimp and okra. Grilled squid eggs and andouille. It shouldn't have worked. None of it should have worked.

Yet the food was good...and Mister Fantastic could not keep his eyes off of his wife.

For a little while, they teased each other like they had when they were courting. Sue's foot rose under the table, slipped out of her shoe, and explored his crotch by touch. There was definitely potential there. What was more, she had Reed's complete attention. All the **** of that mighty intellect directed into making her laugh. He stretched his arm out to fetch a bottle of grand cru from the kitchen.

Outside the Baxter Building, alien warships broke atmosphere. Across the city, dozens of superheroes rose to the occasion. Ben Grimm had spread the word. The couple were not to be disturbed.

They ended up back at the bedroom. Where both of them had hoped the night would end. Sue turned her back to him and let her husband unzip her dress, slide it off her shoulders...and then down her hips. Even though it was a sight he had seen a thousand times before, somehow with the red hair, to Reed Richards it looked like another woman...and Sue gasped when with unexpected vigor he pushed her down, bent over the edge of the bed. Almost tore the dress as he pulled it down to her knees.

Her panties snapped. His left arm formed a bar that pinned her breasts to the bed.

Then he saw it.

A hint of red fur.

Because Sue Storm had dyed her pubic hair too.

That was what broke him. His finger felt as big as his cock normally was—and apparently decided she wasn't wet enough. For one of a handful of times in their years of marriage, Reed Richards buried his face in his wife's cunny without even being asked to do so first. Her hands gripped the sheets, and she moaned aloud—an animal growl, nothing at all like the quiet gasps that she normally made.

When Reed finally pulled his tongue away, her quivering quim was only empty for a moment—until something much bigger and harder than his normal erection pushed inside of her, stretching the walls that had given birth twice as he pushed in hard and deep.

Then she heard it. The first words Reed had spoken since they had entered the bedroom. There had been no requests, no coy banter, no professions of love, no giggles. Just animal need, and now, as he mounted her hard and fast from behind like she was some sort of sex toy, Mister Fantastic growled:

"Oh, Mary Jane!"

And for some reason, Sue Storm's heart skipped a beat. Her cunny clamped tighter on her husband's cock. A quiver of perverse thrill went through her as she imagined that in his mind, he really was fucking another woman.

Somehow, against all odds, that made their date night even hotter.