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Consummate Your Vows update
🕑 Added 2018-12-06 23:44:26 +0000 UTCAfter the morning rush, as Mary Jane liked to think of it, Annie was ready for school and Peter was taking her, leaving Mary Jane with a goodbye kiss and dishes to do. Not that Mary Jane did them. Ever since she’d gotten the symbiote, she was far more… tender. Peter’s kiss left her almost hyperventilating, ready to jump on him and have him right then and there… but there was Annie, and after Peter dropped her off, he had work, and MJ had her own work to do. As much fun as she and the symbiote had had with their newfound stamina and endurance, she had to teach it discipline.
Why don’t you let Peter do that for us? the symbiote asked, and Mary Jane nearly swooned as she felt the symbiote sliding against her cunt. It so liked to remind her that she was naked except for it. Maybe just a quick solo session, then back to being spider-mom. She could take some pictures of herself to show Peter he wasn’t the only photographer in the family.
The doorbell rang. Mary Jane cursed, the sentiment echoed by the symbiote, and went to the door, unable to fully dispel her arousal. She could feel the symbiote urging her to fuck whoever it was at the door, and looking through the peephole, she felt a solid pulse of need when she saw it was Felicia. Maybe, she told the symbiote. Maybe. She opened up the door and motioned Felicia inside.
The cat burglar was wearing the kind of trenchcoat that implied there was nothing much underneath, her long legs bare except for a set of high heels. The hem of the coat hid some of her firm thighs, but by no means all of them. And, seeing that there were no other Parkers in the hallway, Felicia embraced MJ, rubbing her groin against the model’s thigh.
“Mmmm, hello Felicia.” Mary Jane kissed her and had it returned tenfold.
“Hello yourself.” Felicia ran her hand down and cupped Mary Jane’s ass gently. “I see poor little MJ’s been left home alone with no one to play with.”
Mary Jane nodded. “And a sweet little pussy with no one to eat it.” She reached into Felicia’s coat and cupped one of her breasts, testing the weight of it. “I don’t feel a bra. Hoping to play Hello Titty with Peter?”
Felicia undid her belt. “Or you. I’m not picky. It’s been so long since I’ve had him, I’m not sure which of you I like best. You should let me compare your dicks sometime.”
“Two on one,” Mary Jane observed as Felicia opened her coat. Nothing much turned out to be nothing at all. “Not very fair.”
“Peter likes it when I act heroic. What could be more heroic than fighting with the odds against me?” Felicia pushed her hand down between Mary Jane’s legs and the redhead moaned. Pulling up her skirt, Mary Jane let Felicia see her wet panties as she rubbed them. Felicia’s fingers moved faster, circling the damp spot at the crotch of MJ’s panties. “I see you’ve been looking forward to my visit…”
Mary Jane shivered and gave Felicia’s ass a tighter squeeze, digging her nails into it. “See the shoe rack by the door?” Mary Jane was panting with eagerness now. Felicia, knowing what was coming, looked where she was told. “Lean against it, Cat.”
Felicia obeyed, flaunting her body as she did, a sharp jerk of motion that ended with her bare breasts wildly jiggling, while the taut muscles of her belly and thighs barely moved. Felicia grinned saucily as her ripe breasts slowly came to a rest, knowing that Mary Jane was comparing her own cleavage to Felicia’s gravity-defying bust. She knew the little provocation would arouse MJ’s competitive instincts, and there was nothing she looked forward to more than being put in her place by the redhead—if Mary Jane could manage it.
Mary Jane smirked right back at the cat burglar, as if Felicia were a willful child that Mary Jane would indulge up to a point. She knelt at Felicia’s feet and eased her thighs further open, seeing that the white hair of Felicia’s sex was as soaked as her own panties. “How long have you been thinking about this, kitty? All the way here? Before you even got into the car? Did it keep you up at night—having to wait to be my bitch?”
Felicia hissed in breath as the curse word hit her like a physical caress. “Damn you… don’t keep me waiting… you know you want to skip to the good part, just like me.”
Mary Jane’s smile widened. “And I know you just want a shot at Peter.”
Felicia laughed. “Ha! Don’t sell me short, Red. I want both of you. I’m greedy that way.”
“Maybe I’ll fist you. Ruin your pussy that way. But I’ll leave your ass alone. That can be Peter’s.” Mary Jane leaned in until Felicia felt her lips on her thigh. “I’m a good wife. I want my husband to have whatever he wants. Even if he wants a naughty, slutty little girl like you…”
Then Mary Jane was eating Felicia’s cunt, her tongue sliding around inside the wet slit.
“Ohhhhhh!” Felicia shuddered with pleasure. “You know he does! You’ve had my cunt, baby, and you know how good it is! That’s what Peter wants! Do it! Eat my pussy, Mary Jane! Spider will love you even more when he tastes my pussy on you…”
Her efforts to block out Felicia’s words only making her lovemaking more aggressive, Mary Jane devoured Felicia’s sex. Felicia could’ve screamed, it felt so good. She lifted her feet off the floor, balancing on some of Peter’s sneakers. Mary Jane kept her mouth glued to Felicia’s pussy. She heard the cat burglar’s squeals of delight, knew they were probably enough for anyone to hear through the front door, but she gave Felicia no mercy. She didn’t stop until she heard the stifled scream of Felicia’s climax.
Lifting her head, Mary Jane smiled at Felicia. “Fuck,” Felicia giggled. “Peter’s gonna taste me even if he kisses you on the fucking forehead.
“Lick it off,” Mary Jane told her.
Felicia dropped down onto her feet and pulled Mary Jane up against her body. Her arms cinched around Mary Jane’s body, refusing to let the redhead get away, she licked her cream off Mary Jane’s face. Mary Jane let her, grinding her sex against Felicia’s thigh.
“The only way Peter is going to taste you,” Mary Jane gritted out, “is when I give him your pussy to get nice and wet before I fuck it!” She caught Felicia’s tongue in her mouth, turning it into a demanding kiss as her body shook with climax. Felicia was left breathless when the kiss was over, her lips stung and swollen.
“That was fun,” she panted.
"That was nothing. Before I let you near Peter, I’m going to break you in like he should’ve done the first time he saw that tight little ass…”
***
Work let out early for Peter the only way it ever did for him. Jameson fired him over an imaginary slight, which meant he’d be hired back the next day with a little something extra from Robbie. It was all fun and games, Peter thought as he drove home in the middle of the day, but he had to admit, the universe was not being subtle about telling him it was time for a change.
Being on staff at the Daily Bugle was one thing when the Regent was in power. Now he had to increasingly step out and act as Spider-Man to keep the peace. To say nothing of the salary. Jameson always came through for him when he really needed it, but that was hardly stable. Working for skinflint J. Jonah might’ve been good for a laugh when he was a teenager, but he was pushing forty now. He needed a real job, and not just being a substitute teacher. Something that could provide for his family, especially in the event that he got himself killed.
Hell, suppose Mary Jane got herself killed. Or both of them! Mary Jane had family who could take care of Annie, and he had plenty of friends who would look in on her, but still. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance. He needed real money, real honest-to-God fuck you money, and that wouldn’t come from horsing around at the Bugle or working nine-to-five at Midtown High. He’d have to think of something.
But first, he had to delicately maneuver around just what he was doing back in domestic bliss with MJ so early. He could just blow off and Spider-Man around until quitting time, but that was hardly honest. Besides, Mary Jane was not a stupid lady—she would catch on. And no matter how he explained that Jameson didn’t mean it, MJ would still worry. He needed to break it to her gently, find some way to keep her from freaking out. Unfortunately for him, since Annie had been born, Mary Jane could have a bad habit of freaking out on behalf of all the female members of the Parker clan.
But if he managed to really charm the pants off her—pun intended—he could really enjoy his day off. That last, surprisingly vigorous session with Mary Jane had proved the addictive nature of Ms. Watson-Parker: the more he got of her, the more he wanted.
Maybe we could film a porno, he thought to himself. That might pay for Annie’s college education. But which would make more money—costumes on or off?
He unlocked the front door. “MJ?” he called. He had flowers for her, and some chocolates he’d picked up on the way home. “You still here?”
“I’m in the bathroom,” she replied. A lustful tremor went through Peter as he remembered the last time he’d surprised MJ in the bath. Going to the half-open door, he looked inside and his jaw nearly bounced off the floor.
Mary Jane stood on the rug in front of the mirror, applying her make-up. She looked fantastic—wearing a flimsy lavender teddy, semi-sheer as it hugged the ripe, lush curves of her body. Garters and pale violet stockings caressed Mary Jane’s legs all the way down to gleaming red fuck-me pumps. The kind of tapering, elegant spikes that made her legs longer, her ass higher and rounder.
“Welcome home,” she breathed, turning slowly to him. “Remember this from my modeling days? I thought I’d try it on again. Still fits.”
“Yeah,” Peter noted as Mary Jane came to him, her breasts pressing against his body as she planted a kiss on his lips. It went on and on, her tongue knowing exactly where to go in his mouth, and he could feel her body getting hotter and hotter in his arms. The heat of her was shimmering through the wispy veil of her teddy and Peter could feel himself getting very, very excited. “Wait, what about Annie?”
“A friend’s picking her up from school. She’s having a sleepover. And, since we have the place to ourselves…”
Mary Jane turned him around, pushing him back against the sink and wrapping her body around his. She rolled herself sinuously up and down his physique, enjoying its hardness as much as he enjoyed her softness.
“Wait,” Peter asked, “don’t you want to know why I’m home early?”
“Does it matter?” Mary Jane asked, and with a little cant of her body, a strap fell off one shoulder. The teddy dipped low, baring one of her full breasts, the nipple red and erect. “You’re hard. I’m wet. Let’s enjoy it. Unless you’d rather empty the dishwasher…”
She fed her nipple to his lips, Peter tasting body lotion, the strawberry flavor that only seemed to accentuate Mary Jane’s natural taste. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, sucking the sweet taste from it.
“Mmmm. I thought not,” Mary Jane said in a breathy whisper. She untangled herself from him, took his hand, and pulled him toward the bedroom. Peter could only count himself as happily surprised. He thought it’d been good last time, but MJ seemed set on topping herself with this repeat performance. She’d always enjoyed sex, but now she seemed to be burning for it.
“I got you something,” Peter said, holding up the flowers and the box of chocolates while MJ dragged him through the apartment.
Mary Jane sniffed the flowers and waved the chocolates aside. “Thanks, tiger, but you should know I don’t care about material things.” She reached between his legs and groped his manhood. “That’s all you need to get me. And you are going to get me. All that you can take of me.”
Now pulling him by her hold on his groin, they went into the bedroom. “And, so that I get all I can take of you…” Sitting on the bed, she patted the nightstand. Peter set down the flowers and chocolates there. Mary Jane grinned happily, then opened up the drawer. Inside was a tube of K-Y, a box of condoms, and a set of handcuffs. “Which do you want to use first?”
“Why do we need condoms? You’re still on the pill, right?”
“Of course,” Mary Jane chirped, picking one up and biting open the container. “But if you go to a baseball game, you want to keep the game ball, don’t you?” The erotic glow in her eyes rushed over Peter like a flood. “Long after those flowers wilt, and after I’ve had my fill of your cum, I’ll still have a Trojan to remind me just how hard I made you come.” Having taken the condom out of its wrapper, she then dropped the latex sheath to the bedspread. “But that’s after I’ve had my fill.” And, leering at him, she threw herself onto his fly. Peter went for her cunt, equally desperate.
In only moments, Peter was belly down on top of Mary Jane, his face in his wife’s sex. His iron-hard member was like a crowbar, levering down into the bed by Mary Jane’s face so firmly that it drove his ass up like a boulder being worked out of the soil. Mary Jane was in a blissful sixty-nine with him, feasting on him and driving up the hunger that made him devour her. His long, fat cock slicked wetly through Mary Jane’s mouth, while his tongue whipped her clit into roaring excitement. Mary Jane pushed her wet cunt into his face to smother him with her arousal while she worked his dick with trembling hands. Even her jade-green eyes were involved, staring intently at his balls as they seemed to throb with a heaving load of cum for her. She wondered idly if he could feel her gaze on him as much as he could the rest of her.
His soulful groans and the twitching of his sweaty body told her that he was pleased with her efforts. But then, oral sex had never been a weak point for either of them. What she really wanted to know was how he liked the surprise treat she had gotten for him. The two surprises, really. After all he’d done for her, including giving her the most wonderful daughter in the world, she would be happy to spoil him.
Peter tongued her to an amazing climax. His tongue was always sweet, loving, delicious to feel, but it seemed driven by absolutely wild desires today. Or maybe Mary Jane was just more excited than she once had been.
She came again, screaming and wailing, her legs kicking out in their violet silk wrappings. One of her shoes flew off and cracked a window. “Eat me!” she moaned around Peter’s manhood. “Oh, fucking eat all of me!”
***
Felicia awoke with a sudden start. Faint and unintelligible sounds had seeped into her tired brain and brought her to a salivating alertness like one of Pavlov’s dogs hearing the bell.
Mary Jane had been as good as her word. She’d displayed an almost casual familiarity with all of Felicia’s most sensitive places, a kittenish curiosity with making Felicia come that was no less strenuous for how cavalierly Mary Jane went about it. She’d done Felicia hard and soft, slow and fast, and Felicia couldn’t begin to tell which had made her orgasm the strongest.
Mary Jane had pushed her to the limits of endurance and beyond. By the end, it was clear she hadn’t begun to satiate MJ, but the redhead was more than satisfied with draining Felicia’s stamina dry. She’d just been able to stay awake as Mary Jane carried her to the guest bedroom and tucked her in with a motherly affection that only made Felicia want her more, want her so badly it hurt, knowing Mary Jane could wear her body out and then nurse her back to health with equal skill.
Broken in for Peter? Felicia felt broken in the best possible way, and yet she still hungered for Peter. She didn’t know if it was nostalgia, competitiveness, or a simple desire to see if the grass was truly greener on the other side, but she certainly wouldn’t be content with just the housewife. She needed the man of the house as well, and as far as Felicia was concerned, she’d more than earned it. The things she’d done to pleasure Mary Jane were enough to tax even her sense of shame—which, of course, only made it more fun.
Felicia sat up in bed, her flesh still sore from the rigors Mary Jane had put her through. She smiled. Sore in the best possible way. Every ache only reminded her of how sweetly she had earned it. She could only imagine fucking Peter while still tender from his wife ravishing her. She pulled the sheets down her legs, then set her feet on the door. The noises that had woken her were only getting louder, whispering voices somewhere in the distance of the apartment.
She glanced at the luminous dial of her watch, which was about the only thing she still wore. Even the earrings she’d had on; Mary Jane had taken them off Felicia and put them on herself. It was two o’clock. Quite a while for her to sleep. She walked from the bed to the door, turning the knob and stepping out into the hallway. The air out in this more public space felt cooler on her naked body than it had in the bedroom. The noises sounded closer to; Felicia could now tell they were coming from the master bedroom.
Her mind was still numbed from her deep sleep and the riotous satisfaction she’d had to process as Mary Jane definitively went from a rival to something like a partner, perhaps even a mistress. Maybe that why she had trouble concentrating on what she should do; she wanted Mary Jane to once more take the reins and show her what to do, to their mutual satisfaction.
A low, animalistic groan told her the obvious: that Peter had returned home and Mary Jane was trying her hand at sating herself with him, since Felicia had only been capable of whetting her appetite. Holding her breath, Felicia moved through the living room to another hallway, where she saw that the door to the master bedroom was wide open. She could see shadows passing through it to the near wall. Felicia stood immobile as they mingled.
“Ohhhh!” The sound lolled out of a feminine mouth, and then another, deeper grunt followed. “Mr. Parker—“
Just the sound of Mary Jane’s voice stimulated Felicia. She reached down and touched her clit, frigging herself as she held back from actually looking in on them, listening only to the wet sounds of their lovemaking. Her lust seemed connected with Mary Jane’s and Felicia could’ve sworn they enjoyed themselves at the same pace, peaking and ebbing simultaneously. Felicia knew she would have no trouble coming along with Mary Jane, so long as their sex was as rough as it had been when it was her turn.
***
Mary Jane gulped with so much of an effort that it felt like she’d sprained something. In the last moments of their sixty-nine, Peter had fucked her throat, then came in it. She’d felt his seed rushing down to her belly, packing full her gullet, and even filling her mouth as he gave her all of his lust. It took nearly straining her throat muscles, but Mary Jane managed to suck it all down. She wouldn’t deny herself one drop of his cum. Not anymore.
With Peter having rolled off of her, MJ sat up. Peter rose with her, though not all of him. If he were hard again this soon after a blowjob like she’d given him, Mary Jane almost would’ve felt insulted. But she couldn’t bask in making his cock go down for long. Nuzzling against him, smelling the sweet scent of the cream she’d covered his face with, she started using both hands on his cock. She stroked it, marveling at how quickly it responded, stiffening lustfully like a genie coming out of a magic lamp to grant her wishes.
She’d dated models, millionaires, and actors, but where Peter lacked fame and fortune, he was big and hard and thick. It was like some unspoken, fated thing confirming he was the man for her. Beyond her love for him, beyond the family they’d made, beyond how he got her—his cock was just what she needed to come and come hard. Cradling it in her squeezing hands, Mary Jane knew that despite its enormous size, she’d be able to take it up her ass. It was made for her. She was built to take it. That was practically the secret of their relationship. If nothing else about their togetherness made sense, she was always just big enough to take his cock with minimum pain and maximum pleasure.
Not that she minded a little pain. A cock like this was worth it…
“Fuck me,” she whispered into his ear. “You got me off with your mouth, but any woman can do that. Now do it with your prick. Do it like a man.”
She opened herself up for him, her legs wide and her labia held apart to show off the pink wetness that was only for him. And Peter was quick to show how he treasured it, mounting her so fast that she barely had time to reach down and guide him inside her. With everywhere his tongue had been earlier, that first touch of his manhood on her was like coming across a black hole. “Jesus!” Mary Jane cried as her warm, moist heat sucked him down inside her. There was no escape, not for either of them. Mary Jane smiled, impaled by him, knowing once more that the sex would be as good as it always was.
She writhed for a long moment, feeling her body want it on a level beyond what her mind was capable of. Not knowing how Peter had thought of himself as an addict recently, Mary Jane’s thoughts now ran down similar lines. She was addicted to Peter; not just how he made her feel, but the overt pleasure he took in satisfying her, all the many ways he enjoyed her body. As much of a man as he’d become, a husband and a father that put far too many of the other men in Mary Jane’s life to shame, a part of him was still the child he had been when he’d first become Spider-Man, and it was as grateful as Peter had ever been to be with such a beautiful woman and to know she was deeply in love with him.
Reminding herself to be just as grateful that she had found such a wonderful man, Mary Jane rutted her body up to meet Peter, swallowing his manhood and milking it inside of her dripping wet sex. It was a sweet, hot, needful fuck, both of them giving themselves entirely to the other, as if seeking to confirm one another’s suspicions that no amount of their partner would be enough.
First Peter topped her, driving himself down deep into her pussy, and then she rolled herself on top of him, riding hard and fast and thanking every god she’d ever met that his prick fit so perfectly inside her velvety smooth folds. The more he fucked her, the tighter she seemed to get, her body melting around his penetration like she was nothing more than a warm meal for him to devour.
A floorboard creaked outside of the bedroom. “What was that?” Peter asked thickly. Automatically on the defensive, he tried to turn to the open door, but Mary Jane held him in place and bounced even harder. Thank Thor it would take a nuke to make him go soft.
“Who cares?” Mary Jane demanded, shimmying her womanhood down the length of his member, grinding herself wetly against the base of his cock. But Peter, overprotective as usual, was still craning his neck for a look. Mary Jane slapped him. Peter looked up at her, surprised and a little aroused. “Your spider-sense—nnnh!—didn’t go off… did it?” she asked haltingly, her lungs rebelling as she tried to breathe, speak, and properly moan all at the same time. She gulped in air. “So it can’t be more important than making your wife—hkkkk!—h-huh-happy, can it?”
Peter smiled and shook his head. “Happy wife, happy life.”
Mary Jane ground herself nastily against his groin until their pubic hairs were almost knotted together. “Don’t you forget it, tiger.”
Peter closed his eyes and drifted his head back, his cock throbbing once more as his lust rebuilt itself. Mary Jane, though, spared a look at the open door and a quick shake of her head. She knew it was Felicia. Not yet, she screamed telepathically, as if she had telepathy. I go first, you fucking whore!
Her hand stung from slapping Peter’s superhumanly strong flesh. She flexed her fingers, feeling dominant, feeling Felicia obey her, feeling like Spider-Man’s fucking wife. And she came again, ecstatically riding Spider-Man’s prick. “Oh, it’s so gooood,” she moaned, slumping down on top of him.
Trust Peter to be neurotic even with a MILF supermodel on top of him. He glanced again, searchingly, at the open door, as if it had struck a chord in his memory and he was trying to place it. Mary Jane rolled her eyes and kissed his chin.
“Stay with me, tiger. I need to ask you something.”
Reaching out with his webshooter, Peter fired a line to the door and swung it resoundingly closed. “I’m all ears.”
Mary Jane ground her teeth—she’d been enjoying exposing herself to Felicia, the exhibitionist streak that had made her such a party girl and such a good model working out as well as ever in the bedroom. But she enjoyed the thought of shutting Felicia out too. Who knew how frustrated Felicia would get, a few scant feet away from the wedding bed she was desperate to slip into, but with no way to even look at it?
Still impaled on Peter’s erection, Mary Jane twitched her hips, slowly stroking him inside her sex. “It’s about Felicia.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly, his nostrils flaring. He was a pretty good actor, having hidden his secret identity for so long, but Mary Jane had been trained at Julliard. “What about her?”
Mary Jane rolled her hips a little harder, shifting above Peter so her breasts brushed against his chest. “Did you ever fuck her in the ass?”
“Jesus, MJ—“ Peter almost started to get up before Mary Jane spiked her hips and drew a pleasured sigh out of him, convincing him to stay in place. “First you practically role-play as her on the phone, now this? Here? What, do you think I’m having an affair…?”
Mary Jane’s eyes flashed as she went still. “No, of course not. I know you’d never do that to me and I trust you.” She let her hips start wandering again. “I’m just curious, that’s all.”
“It’s been a long time, pretty lady.” Peter groaned—her rocking hips were picking up speed. “I haven’t so much as looked at her since Annie was born.”
“I know, baby.” Mary Jane tightened herself, gratified to see Peter’s eyes roll back with pleasure. “You’re the love of my life—“ She started bouncing on him, slow, heaving hops that tempted his eyes back to her to see the jiggle going through her ample breasts. “My husband… the father of my child… but you’re still a guy.” She thrust herself down hard on his crotch, taking him inside herself to the very hilt of his manhood. “And guys don’t forget things like that. Do they?”
Peter blushed. “Okay, so once or twice, me and Felicia might’ve… tried it. But she didn’t like it, so--”
Mary Jane grinned. Yeah, right. She reached over to the nightstand, Peter moaning as the pressure raked him at a different angle, and she picked up the tube of K-Y. “Get me ready,” she purred. “Then fuck me like you fucked her.”
Comments
Shendude
Stuff like this is the reason I gave up on giving you constructive criticism; I enjoy myself too much to see the flaws.
Oric13
Damn, this is HOT.
