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🕑 Added 2020-12-10 18:00:01 +0000 UTCZatanna’s delight didn’t end with Peter’s orgasm, but was brought to a new plateau. Her sighs, her squeals, her groans and cries of almost overwhelmed pleasure, filled the room, almost shouting down the wet smack of their bodies’ final meeting. Peter exhaled softly into her mouth, utterly overcome by the satisfaction that replaced his taut need with absolute relief. Their bodies locked together, quivering on the same mindless wavelength, for a small eternity.
Then they collapsed, whispering of how much they had enjoyed themselves, savoring their complete contentment while Peter’s softening cock still lay inside of Zatanna. It was a wonderful moment. Peter found himself hoping it would last for a long, long time.
“Zee, I… I think I love you…”
“I know I love you, Peter Parker. After a fuck like that, how could I not?”
“You think it’s real? I’ve had some pretty great sex before, but—nothing like that.”
“If it’s not real… if there’s something better out there… I couldn’t fucking take it.”
Then the light came on. Peter looked up to see Diana standing in the doorway, her arms amusedly crossed. “Maybe I should’ve taken you up on your offer, Peter, if you were going to go and fall in love…”
“I’m not sure I’m not in love with you,” Peter said, “if that makes any sense.”
Zatanna ran a hand through his hair. “I think it makes a certain amount of sense. Wondy and I are just friends… well, more than just friends… and you… I guess we went into this agreeing to share you. So if you fall in love with both of us, that would be really very convenient.”
“Very convenient,” Diana agreed as she moved toward the bed, beginning to undress. “But let me make sure you can take the pace before I go falling in love with you,” she concluded, her lips curled upward laconically.
***
Mary Jane came out of her audition dejected. She didn’t like to compare herself to other applicants—it was best for her self-esteem to believe she was too unique to be rated—but she knew she hadn’t done as well as she could do and that depressed her. Trying to excuse herself or ask for another shot would only make it worse. She could only hope that the other actresses did an even worse job auditioning than she had.
She looked out the window of the office building she’d done the audition in and was shocked to see Peter’s building across the way. She’d been so absorbed in trying to nail her audition—fat lot of good that had done her—that she’d entirely missed that she was in the same neighborhood as Peter. Well, that was fate then. She would drop in on him. That would cheer her up.
Not that Peter was her boyfriend. They were friends. Maybe too friendly—she’d been trying to get him into a headspace where what they had could be casual, low-key and equal with what they each had to give. But every time she started in on Peter, their thing seemed to shift under her feet until there was something more… and she didn’t know if she wanted that. She definitely didn’t want it right now.
But the complicated aspects of their quote-unquote relationship weren’t enough to drive her away; maybe they were what kept sucking her in when all her other flings ended in a clean break.
Looking at the façade of Peter’s building, she thought she could make out his window. And the light was on—unusual this early in the morning, especially for Peter, whose long nights as Spider-Man tended to end with him sleeping until noon, whether or not he had other obligations pulling at him.
Mary Jane saw motion in front of the window—frenzied motion—not at all in keeping with the quiet homebody she had pigeonholed Peter as when he wasn’t Spider-Man. She wondered if one of his enemies hadn’t finally tracked him down. If she just went over there, Mary Jane might well be walking into no man’s land, but if she called the police, that might give away Peter’s secret.
I need to get him to give me the Fantastic Four’s private line for situations like this, she thought. Or at least Johnny Storm’s number.
That gave her an idea. Taking out her phone, Mary Jane opened the photography app and zoomed in on the lit window in the opposing building. Peter had gotten the phone for her, telling her it had a lens that could do ridiculous things like photograph the American flag on the Moon. Which came in handy a few times when Mary Jane had to get the Spider-Man pictures that Peter Parker had to sell to the Bugle. But it was a nice phone too—and honestly she appreciated Peter being a little pragmatic for once.
God, how many thoughts can one thinker think? she asked herself. Am I just worried or am I trying to avoid calling myself nosy? Because before being nosy, you have to care… and I’ve been told I’m very carefree.
If she’d wanted to stop thinking so hard—overthinking a lit window into a panic attack—then Mary Jane got her wish. First, her face assumed a look of horror. Then she let out a mad giggle, self-mocking and full of bitterness. She was drawn to Peter? She was even fighting with Felicia over him? She’d had no idea. And those silhouetted shapes in the window were the rudest awakening imaginable.
As far as she could tell, there was one girl on the bottom, writhing about like a maddened snake. Her legs were open so wide that, like a cheerleader’s, they seemed to form a straight line from one foot to the other. All the better to receive what had to be a strap-on from another woman—her curvy outline left no doubt—who was pumping madly into her, slamming the dildo into her brutally and eliciting howls of pleasure that shook the window frame. And all that noise was coming out around the throbbing erection of Peter himself… Mary Jane certainly recognized him, and the silhouetted masculinity between his legs that the woman was thoroughly licking and sucking even as she herself took much the same thing between her thighs.
As voluptuous as their outlines were, neither of them looked much like Felicia, who certainly hadn’t been shy about flashing her curves to Mary Jane and everyone else over the years. Which meant there were two new women in Peter’s life. And they certainly weren’t fighting over him.
Mary Jane’s phone powered down from inactivity, blighting the threesome from her sight, though she knew it was still there, in that far-off window, the three of them fucking and fucking away. Taking advantage of Peter’s physicality which Mary Jane… it seemed so ridiculous now… had tried to keep at arm’s length. Well, she had him at arm’s length now. And two—not one, but two!—women had rushed in to fill up the space that Mary Jane had left unoccupied.
Mary Jane walked to the elevator slowly, stuffing her phone into her pocket, not trusting herself to have it out for fear she would take another look at the ménage à troi. Trying to discern further details or just enjoying the sight of Peter in action.
That was what really got to her. As awful as what they were doing was, it had turned Mary Jane on. She didn’t know which of them she wanted to be—she might even like to be in Peter’s shoes—but if Peter was taking two women at once… well, why not three?
Comments
Shendude
Well that was an unexpected, but welcome development.
barrelybarrel
this is hot enough with Wonder Woman and Zatanna, but MJ is joining too? Can't wait for the next chapter!
Spartans300
I love where this is heading. And if he can manage three, why not four?
