How Do You Think Your Husband Felt?

The question shocked the Invisible Woman. She remembered the look in Reed Richard's eye. The feel of his hand, groping her ass a little more openly, more eagerly, than before. She remembered that night that Mister Fantastic hadn't gone to his lab as usual. Hadn't even let her change out of her costume, but had snogged with her there on the bed, atop the covers, eagerly guiding himself into her unprotected pussy with an ardor that Sue hadn't felt from him in...a long time.

Sue Storm blushed. Dr. Stone grinned and sipped her tea.

"I mean...my costume is more provocative," Sue offered.

"But that wasn't it, was it?" Dr. Stone pressed, and for a moment the sunlight caught the doctor's glasses and seemed to make the eyes glow. "It was the fact that someone saw you. That excited him."

Sue Storm nodded, dumbly, suddenly unable to form a rational thought.

"Excited," she said.

"Imagine how excited he might be if other people saw you. More people," Dr. Stone said.

"More," Sue blinked slowly, processing the words, her brain utterly unable to avoid absorbing the thought, the image.

"Maybe you could flirt a little. Make him jealous. That shows he cares, you know."

"He loves me," Sue said automatically.

Dr. Stone smiled. Her implants buzzed. "Then he'll love you even when you act like a slut."

"Slut," Sue repeated, and the word seemed to burn itself into her brain.

They went over it a few times. How Sue could dress. Act. Who she could flirt with safely. Not for her own sake, but in front of Reed. To gauge his reaction. The more excited he became, the more it meant he loved her. The more he loved her, the sluttier Sue would act. It was a terrible, twisted, self-reinforcing logic.

Which might have wonderful or terrible consequences.