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Spider-Man: The Parker Luck
By Muhabba

“I Am… The Watcher.”
“And not the Nick Fury ‘Watcher’. No one really knows what ol’ Nicky was supposed to be up to on the Moon after that story arc.”
“…As I Was Saying, I Am The Watcher And It’s My Duty To Witness All The Events In This Corner Of Your Humble Galaxy.”
“And I’m Wade and it's my duty to watch all events when you’re in the shower.”
“…The Events In This Small Region Of This Galaxy Often Spin Out To Affect The Rest Of The Universe. Most Notably On The Planet Earth. But There Are Other Earths…”
“A real ‘What If?’ brand of other Earths.”
“… …Other Earths That Have Their Own Beings Both Good And Evil, Whose Never Ending Battles Spin Out To Eclipse The Events In The Multiverse Of Earths…”
“Trademark ‘Stan Lee TM’.”
“…If I May Continue?”
“Sure! Go ahead, buddy. Ima go make some popcorn.”
“As I Was Saying, It Was One Of These Other Earths, Earth 069 And It’s Neighboring Dimensions, That Has Drawn My Attention.”
“Do you want salt or butter on your popcorn?”
“…”
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     The lights in their small, mid-town apartment were set low and the cream-colored candles filled it with romantic light. As usual, Peter Parker, the amazing Spider-Man, wondered how he had ever managed to convince his wife, former model Mary Jane Watson, to marry him. Despite his nocturnal adventures as a friendly neighborhood superhero, he was a plain, average person. He was a plain, average substitute teacher with a plain, average life (kinda) but definitely not your plain, average wife. He even looked plain and average in every way. Under six feet with plain brown hair and plain brown eyes and plain features. And with no sense of fashion, he even dressed plain. The only thing not plain was his amazing physicality but that was hidden beneath his shapeless, average clothes but he didn't think too much about that. As the Spectacular Spider-Man, he didn't even have to exercise to maintain it.
     His wife, the bountiful Mary Jane Watson-Parker was another matter entirely. She was the girl next door, although they hadn't met until their early twenties, and their aunts had already been good friends. MJ had not lived a completely normal life and that was before she became a runway model in the always surprising New York City. And unlike her bounding husband, she looked anything but plain. About six gorgeous feet tall with flaming red hair and an astoundingly amazing body. The always stunning young woman had a spectacular slender figure with a generous chest, wide hips, and long legs. And her clothes always showed off her full figure to perfection. Actually, any clothes the beautiful Mary Jane wore looked amazing on her. And despite her fame as a supermodel, she had decided to try her talent at stage acting rather than trading in on her fame and making Hollywood blockbusters. Maybe one Hollywood blockbuster but the final cut had left a bad, fishy taste in her mouth.
     Peter’s acute senses heard a key rattling in the front door of the apartment he shared with his gregarious wife. It could only be MJ, which was bad news. She was home early from her audition which could only mean that it hadn't gone well.
     “That stupid, stupid director!” Mary Jane yelled as she slammed the front door behind her. “Of all the idiotic…!” she started before seeing that her husband was home. Peter gave her a small smile as she gave him a confused look before the startled actress stared around their apartment. The perfectly clean and romantically lit apartment that he had obviously spent hours setting up. Then she looked back at her caring husband. “You did this for me?”
     Peter shrugged. “Either to celebrate you getting the part or making you feel better after not getting the part,” he explained.
     “Peter, what did I do to deserve you?” she asked him as she rushed into his arms. They held each other in a loving embrace for a few minutes before Peter leaned up and kissed his stunning wife. Her lips were warm and soft against his and his body was firm and comforting against her.
     “So you didn't get the part?” Peter asked as he broke the kiss.
     “Worse,” MJ muttered as she took her jacket off, “The director got arrested and the entire production was canned.” The sullen supermodel aggressively threw her jacket over the back of the couch and began walking to their bedroom, her long legs scissoring gracefully. She had tried to dress professionally with simple slacks and a blouse, trying not to show off her figure. She was trying to be a professional stage actress after all, not a runway model but as her loving husband knew too well, there was nothing she could wear that didn't make her look beautiful.
     “What happened?” Peter asked sympathetically as he followed his wife.
     "The director and producer were selling MGH to pay for the production!" she exclaimed as she crossed the threshold, "Dealing Mutant Growth Hormone just to make a play!" she continued before coming to a complete standstill just inside the small bedroom. Peter smiled as he squeezed past her. It was just the effect the daring wall-crawler had been hoping for.
     "That's really terrible," the humble husband said as he walked to the end of the bed and turned around to face the majestic Mary Jane. The only light in the room was candlelight and hurricane lamps. The bed was done in rich, dark reds and blues, the same colors as his Spider-Man uniform, and covered with pink rose petals. "You'll get the next one," he told her with a warm smile.
     He watched his wife take in the whole picture that he had worked so hard on making. She looked shocked but it was a good kind of shock. "It's beautiful, Peter," she told him.
     "You're beautiful," he said as he walked towards her. He gently grasped her wrist and pulled her toward the bed. Standing by the foot of the bed he began unbuttoning her plain blouse as they stared deep into one another's eyes. He slid her top off of her shoulders and down her arms revealing that, as opposed to her nondescript top, she was wearing a lacy, green bra that set off her green eyes. Her pale pink nipples were just barely visible through the lacy material that lifted her abundant breasts high, creating a deep valley of silky smooth, creamy cleavage.
     Peter wrapped his arms around his wonderful wife and they kissed again, their lips pressed together and their tongues caressing inside of their warm, moist mouths. He slid his hands down her graceful back to the tops of her slacks before sliding his hands around her to the front of her beautiful body. He gently unclasped her pants before sliding them down over her wide hips and down her long legs. Her thong matched her bra, a small bit of lacy, green material covering the juncture of her supple thighs with a green strap sinking between her luscious ass-cheeks.
     MJ pushed her affectionate husband backward towards the bed until his calves touched the mattress as she stepped out of her slacks. She kissed him again, her nimble tongue exploring his mouth before licking down the side of his neck. She stared into his eyes and gave him a wicked grin with an equally wicked glint in her eyes while she began to unbutton his shirt. She spread his plain shirt open to reveal his surprisingly muscular chest. Thanks to the bite of the irradiated spider that gave him his superpowers, Peter was always at peak performance.
     The lustful lady moaned as she ran her soft hands over his chest, licking her luscious lips hungrily before passionately kissing him again. Her plump scarlet-painted lips and dexterous tongue once again slid down his jaw to his neck and then lower to his slender but muscular chest. She slowly went to her knees before him as she trailed her painted nails down his body to his slacks. With deft fingers, the wanton wife opened his pants which suddenly exploded forward with his excited erection. She giggled at the sudden hard-on poking out of Peter's boxer shorts and looked up at him with humor and lust in her dark green eyes.
     Keeping her eyes locked on Peter's eyes, MJ pulled down his pants and boxers and then helped him step out of his unwanted clothing. With her husband now completely naked except for the mechanical web-spinners on his wrists, the former model and aspiring actress ran her talented hands up his muscular thighs and then across his hips. Her husband was a genius and she always found his unique brain a terrific turn-on so she left the mechanical devices on him. Her deft fingers met around the base of his rigid cock and she finally looked away from him and towards his pulsing prick as she got on her knees. She licked up one side of the salty shaft then the other as her nimble fingers milked around the stalk, her tongue leaving warm, wet trails across his sensitive flesh.
     Peter ran his fingers through his wife’s silky, thick, red hair as she licked around his throbbing cock-head. She left his proud prick gleaming with her warm saliva before dipping low and licking his dangling testicles. She took one firm orb into her mouth and then the other, massaging and lightly sucking on them while her hands stayed in place, only moving her nimble fingers softly around his girth.
     She released his balls from her moist mouth and licked his stalwart shaft from the base up, causing him to gasp out. His wonderful wife, an avid cock-sucker, used her talented tongue to draw his cock-head into her mouth and past her gleaming, luscious lips as she circled her talented tongue around his sensitive cock-head. She kept just the tip of him in her warm, wet mouth, lightly teasing him with her tongue as she smirked up around his girth, staring deep into his eyes. She slid her hands from around the base of her husband's rigid rod to his hips and then winked whimsically up at him.
     Suddenly, the nearly naked nymph sank her face into her startled husband's pubic hair, swallowing his length totally, letting his cock-head slip into her clutching throat as she swallowed around him. He cursed just as suddenly as she had moved, which sent a tingle of lust through her bountifully beautiful body. The pious Peter Parker seldom swore and she took it as a compliment to her prowess as an amateur sword-swallower that he had. With her hands braced on her husband's hips she pulled back until just his tip was resting on the other side of her lips and then swallowed him fully again. After the romantic lighting, the candles, the intimately decorated bed, and the rose petals, the always-surprising Mary Jane Watson-Parker sucked her husband's cock like a well-practiced porn star.
     "Jesus," Peter panted as the merciless Mary Jane deep-throated him again and again. If he didn't know any better he would swear that she was a mutant that didn't need to breathe like regular humans did. He was always amazed by her oral skills as she swallowed him completely over and over, using the movement of her head to slide his length across her moist, talented tongue again and again. And the adventurous MJ had always been honest about where she had come by her spectacular skills. Just starting out as a model she had often fallen victim to the dreaded "casting couch" that she found out was in every branch of the entertainment world. And because of that, his wonderful wife had long ago lost count of the number of dicks she had swallowed.
     Peter's well-practiced partner reached underneath him and grasped his bloated balls in one soft hand, massaging the firm orbs, juggling them with her delicate fingers as she grabbed the base of him with her other hand. She began jerking the base of his cock while sucking the top half of it, her lips meeting her fist again and again as she happily hummed around his spit-slick shaft. It always amazed him that when it came to sex, Mary Jane Watson-Parker was a monumental multitasker.
     MJ easily recognized the sounds that her husband was making over the wet, slurping sounds that she was making and quickly released her hold of him. She looked up at him with a smile as she undid her bulging bra, her saliva covering her chin as she let the thin, wispy material fall and reveal her large, firm, creamy tits. “Cum for me, Tiger,” she said breathlessly, “Cum all over me.”
     Peter didn't even try to hold off on his wife's command and doubted he would have been able to even if he wanted. Defying Doctor Doom, the mad monarch of Latveria, was one thing but defying his wife's heaving, heavenly breasts was another. He barely got a grip on his pulsing prick to aim before he exploded. His creamy load rained down on MJ's perfect, pale skin, splattering across her massive mammaries and beautiful upturned face. He took careful aim not to cum in her eyes as they looked up at him in perfect happiness and pride at a job well done.
     The look on his wonderful wife's beautiful face spurred Peter on as he shook out his last shot of semen. With a coy smile on his face, Peter reached beneath Mary Jane's armpits, and with his spider strength, easily lifted her into his arms. She giggled loudly as he cradled her nearly naked, cum splattered body in his strong arms before he kissed her enthusiastically, their tongues dueling inside one another's mouths, smearing his semen across both of their jaws. Peter spun her around and broke the kiss by throwing MJ onto their bed.
     The petals on the bed flew up around MJ and then fluttered down, landing on the comforter and her mostly naked body, her large, stained tits jiggling wildly. She looked up with a wide smile on her face as Peter stared down at her with a matching grin. He wiped his seed from his face and watched as his wonderful wife licked it off of her, scooping it off her face with her finger and licking it off her tits. In a flash, her husband grabbed hold of her voluptuous body, positioning her effortlessly in their bed. She continued laughing in joy as he moved her around like his own personal, stunning sex doll until he had her where he wanted her.
     Peter held her sculptured legs together and lifted them into the air with one hand gripping her ankles. His other hand slid down her long legs to her green thong and then did something that only the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man could do. With one finger he barely touched the front of her panties, lightly enough that she could barely feel it. Using his power to adhere himself to any surface he began slowly pulling her thong up along her luscious legs.
     Mary Jane shivered in pleasure at the effect Peter’s peculiar power had on her. It felt to her as if her panties were sliding off her buxom body of their own volition, eager to bare her naked body to the open air as she throbbed in need. It was foreplay that only a superhero could give and she groaned out as her thong slipped over her feet. Her naked, handsome husband threw the bare bit of material over his shoulder and then stared down at her while he slowly began parting her legs.
     The magnificent model wished to move fast but her heroic husband used his super strength to control her long luscious legs. She whimpered in need causing Peter to smirk down at her from between her ankles. “Dammit, Peter,” she grumbled as her slick juices dribbled out of her fluttering pussy, sliding down between her ass-cheeks, “Stop teasing me.”
     "Ha ha!" Peter chuckled melodramatically, "You are trapped in the web of The Spider-Man. Helpless to do anything but submit!" With the mechanical spinnerets on his wrists, he webbed his stunning wife's knees together as well as the tops of her toned thighs.
     "Dammit, Peter!" MJ said sternly, desperate for her husband's hard dick, "Get you icky webbing off of me, open my legs, and Fuck meEEE…!"
     The blushing bride was interrupted by her ever-spectacular significant other. Peter had slid his hard, throbbing cock between her supple thighs, slipped it across her warm, moist lips, and over her sizzling clit. Mary Jane clenched the petal-covered comforter as a sudden, deep orgasm thundered through her. She gritted her jaw and hissed between her teeth as she came, gushing more of her juices and covering her husband's willing rod, making it gleam in the soft light. Her dazzling green eyes twinkled and a long, deep, lusty groan passed over her plump lips, her makeup slightly smudged from sucking off her husband and taking his load.
     The astonishing action adventurer took advantage of his wife's incapacitated brain, acting before she realized what he was doing. He pulled out from between MJ's quaking thighs and ripped his webbing away letting her shaking legs fall to her sides. With his enhanced speed, he quickly used his wondrous webbing to rearrange her naked body before she realized what he was doing. He lifted her trembling legs with her knees up and then placed her feet flat on the mattress, her ankles next to her compacted ass. He then moved her arms down towards her feet just as she started coming down from her quivering, orgasmic high.
     Working quickly, Peter made his last-minute adjustments, making sure his wife would be comfortable as he webbed her wrists to her ankles, her knees pointing straight up towards the ceiling, parallel to one another. He had used his webbing skills to make sure that her legs were still apart and then looked down at her stunning face from between her knees. Her eyes started to focus on him as she began to realize what he had done.
     The former stunning supermodel's face quickly went from sexual bliss to annoyance, her sweat-damp hair plastered to her fuming face doing nothing to hide her exasperated expression. "Very funny, Buster. Now let me up," she ordered.
     Still with a smirk on his face, the bounding superhero lightly ran his hands back and forth from the naked Mary Jane's knees to halfway down her thighs and then back up, teasing her more. She growled at him as she stared up at him angrily. "You have started to submit to me," he cackled in a mock evil voice, "Soon you will be The Spider-Man's willing slave. Mwa ha ha ha!"
     “Peter Benjamin Parker, you are a dork,” the annoyed aspiring actress said, trying not to smile or egg her husband on, “Now how about you untie me and fuck me. Pretty please.” She continued to stare up at him through her knees and then cocked an eyebrow when he stopped caressing her thighs. “What are you doing?”
     “The Spider-Man will not fall for your tricks, woman!” Peter said with a mock cackle as he started rubbing his hands together.
     “For crying out loud,” MJ muttered, “From romantic sex to vaudeville.”
     Using his dexterous fingers, his mechanically marvelous spinnerets, and the knitting skills his aunt had taught him in childhood, Peter slowly revealed a strange white object rising from between his hands. “Prepare to behold The Spider-Man’s most deadly weapon”
     Mary Jane rolled her eyes at her husband. "You're no longer allowed to fight Doctor Doom," she said as the white, webbed object slowly rose through her husband's hands, "You're picking up his bad habit of speaking in the third person." She found herself transfixed by it as she wondered what it was. It was far too skinny to be some kind of dido. Not to mention the fact that it would turn into disgusting mush if they tried to use it. They had found that out the hard way. And then her husband began to slowly open his hands, finally revealing what he had created. "Oh my God, Peter. Don't you dare," she gasped.
     When Peter opened his hands, he revealed the knitted strands of webbing to his wife. A long, web-formed feather. "You will not escape the power of The Spider-Man!" he said, continuing to use his mock villain voice. He slithered down onto the bed next to his wonderful wife, her naked body warm and inviting. And tied helplessly. "Don't worry, my dear," he reassured her, "I'll let you up when the webbing dissolves."
     MJ’s beautiful, sparkling eyes shot open in surprise. “That will take hours!” she gasped.
     "One or two," Peter agreed with a sly smirk. He placed the tip of the feather on Mary Jane's slender, graceful throat, at the hollow just above where her collarbones met. The sexually frustrated amateur actor growled angrily at her hero husband but the intrepid hero continued tantalizingly toying with her naked, helpless, horny body. He ran the tip across her collar to her freckle-dusted shoulder. She growled again and thrashed around, her large, soft, heavenly breasts wobbling wildly on her naked chest.
     As MJ’s bountiful breasts wildly rolled back and forth like a wave across her chest, Peter traced back across her collarbones to her other shoulder. She shivered as the soft tip dipped into the hollow of her neck again while he made sure to keep all of his weight off of her, the only part of him touching her was his web-made feather.
     The feather slid lightly down her arm until it reached the soft skin of her inner elbow. Peter traced a small circle around her pale skin causing her to shiver before continuing to slide down her arm. Her hands were balled into fists as she struggled against his webbing, barely able to move her web-encased extremities. The feather tip slipped across the top of her fist and across her knuckles as Peter watched a flushed look cross his wonderful wife's beautiful face.
     Mary Jane clenched her jaw tight, refusing to make another sound for Peter's amusement. She couldn't escape the feeling of vulnerability she was feeling. But in a good way. She was probably the safest person in New York right now, lying next to a superhero and occupying his full attention. Her skin was hot and the air flowing across it was causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. Her pretty, pink nipples were drawn up tight on her breasts, practically sizzling in need as she panted in desperate desire. She tried to rub her firm thighs together, to trigger some kind of friction for her needy pussy, drooling in desire, but with the way her ankles were webbed to her wrists, her knees would bump together before her thighs could even touch.
     She was concentrating so much on her pleasant torture that Mary Jane barely noticed as Peter switched the webbing from one hand to the other. She gasped out in surprise as he traced a circle in the crook of her arm before traveling up her bicep. "Ah- a- a- a-…" she stuttered as he tortured her more. She glared angrily up at her mischievous husband and threatened, "I swear I'm going to tell the Vulture our home address the next time he escapes."
     "The Spider-Man is not threatened by any old twitty bird," he said with a mock laugh. He ran his feather across the top of his wife's chest, over the tops of her large, beguiling breasts. He bent low and blew softly across a hard nipple causing her entire body to suddenly shake and shudder and release a succulent squeal of surprise from her gasping mouth. Her moist lips glistened in the candlelight and he could just make out the tip of her moist, pink tongue in her mouth.
     "Oh, Tiger, please," she pleaded with him. He smiled in pride over how turned on he had made her but he wasn't done yet. He continued tracing and teasing his webbing across her heated flesh and around her large, wobbling tits. Her entire chest heaved causing her breasts to jiggle more as he continued making light circles around her firm, quivering tits. Slowly he tightened the circles, spiraling closer to the center of her pale orbs.
     His wife gasped and moaned as he teased her more, circling her pale, pink areolas without making contact. Mary Jane moaned lustfully for him and tried to move her tits around to get the feather to touch her sizzling tips but The Amazing Spider-Man’s spectacular Spider-Sense warned him each time, giving him time to move the feather away. “Dammit, Peter, I’m serious!” she cried out in frustration, “Enough games. Just fuck me already!”
     Peter pretended to think it over, twirling an invisible mustache like a vaudeville villain. He then looked down at his tantalizing wife’s beautifully angry face and gave his best evil smile. “But the Spider-Man has barely begun. Muw ha ha ha…” He watched his wife roll her eyes at him before looking back up to glare angrily at him again. He slid off the bed and used his superior spider powers to crawl to the floor at the foot of the bed, moving in ways no ordinary human could.
     Below the edge of the mattress, Peter slowly raised up just enough to peer over the top at the foot of the bed, the bottom half of his face hidden. He had webbed Mary Jane to the top half of the bed leaving him the entire lower portion. Her wet, throbbing pussy was perfectly framed by her ankles, her knees spread lewdly apart. He could see up the length of her bound body, her flat stomach heaving, her chest rising and falling with each pant, and her wobbling tits swaying with every breath. He waggled his eyebrows at his wonderful wife before raising up just enough for his head to peek completely over the mattress. “You are helpless in the Spider-Man’s web,” he said as he gave her his best evil mad scientist accent.
     "I swear I'm going to divorce you, Peter," the former supermodel threatened. Peter once again wagged his eyebrows and then licked his lips before slithering up the mattress, moving as only a spider could. He could see his web-trapped wife staring down at him, her flaring, greedy eyes crawling over his super-powered physic. She licked her luscious lips hungrily as his head slipped between her soft, quivering legs and used his spider strength to break the webbing tying her ankles together but leaving her wrists webbed to them.
     The high swinging Spider-Man carefully kept himself from touching his wife’s horny body despite her rocking every way she could to try and touch him. Every time she so much as twitched, his Spider-Sense warned him in enough time for him to dodge so all she could do was bump him with her feet. And when she finally gave up, he sat up a bit to give his arm enough room to reach out over her gloriously naked body, the feather hovering just above her sternum.
     “Oh God, Peter, no!” MJ called out frantically. But Peter didn’t listen. He lightly touched his wife’s heated, flush flesh with the tip of the web-feather causing her to quiver. “No more, Peter, please,” she pleaded as he traced down the center of her naked body. He pressed the feather more firmly against her skin, sliding it back and forth across her abdomen. He could see her lower stomach flutter and twitch as he continued teasing her.
     “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter,” the sensational Spider-Man heard his wife gasp. The feather slid up her side to just below her firm, tantalizingly tits and then across her upper torso, under the swell of her breasts. He slipped the webbing down her other side all the way to her hip bone. Peter moved just the tip of the feather to circle her hip bone and then teased the tip across her lower abdomen to her other hip, circling that one as well.
      "Oh God, Peter, I'm so hot. Please, please, please fuck me," MJ mewled pitifully, her entire body undulated and writhed from her husband's touch as he stared up the length of her glowing, gleaming body. Sweat rolled down her skin as she uncontrollably rocked her wonton body up and down, raising and lowering her hips as if she were humping the air. Peter watched his wanton wife bite her plump lower lip and whimper as he teased her. The feather tip dipped into the hollow of Mary Jane's groin, where the tendons stretched from her legs on either side of her drooling cunt.
     And just to tease his wife more, Peter removed the feather and let it drop beside the bed as he bent down between Mary Jane's shivering thighs. Her tiny clit poked out from its sheath, nestled like a tiny pearl, just waiting for him. And then he softly blew across the erect little nub.
     “Jesus, I’m cumming!” Mary Jane screamed suddenly as her body shook and thrashed, her exposed volcanic cunt gushing liquid lust.
     Peter watched his beautiful wife as she rode out her orgasm. She was a stunning sight. He could see the toned muscles in her thighs and abdomen twitch uncontrollably as her large, proud tits jiggled and swayed wildly in her chest. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head as she bit the tip of her tongue between her pearly white teeth, her moist lips glistening as she moaned in throbbing pleasure.
     Ever since he was a teenager, Peter had always tinkered with photography. Science had always been his first passion but there was just something about trying to capture a beautiful moment in time on film, to be able to see it and relieve the experience again and again. He wasn't as good as he would have liked, and there was no way to take a bad picture of Mary Jane, but unfortunately, she had always denied him. There had been bad experiences with photographers taking advantage of her when she was younger. So he had to make do with burning the image of his wife's orgasms into his memory.
     As her eyesight began to clear, Mary Jane could see her husband staring down at her as he stood at the end of the bed. He had a fantastic body and a lovely cock that strutted out from between his well-defined legs. Combined with his adorkable face he was the perfect mix of soft and hard, masculine without even knowing it. And every once in a while, he would look at her like a predator, like a spider with her trapped in his web, and it sent a shiver through her spine and made her pussy gush.
     Mary Jane’s sparkling eyes fluttered as she came down from her orgasm, her impressive chest heaving as she got control of her breathing. She smiled up at him as he leered at her naked, vulnerable body. “Let me up, Tiger, I have a surprise for you,” she told him with an equally wicked smirk.
     Peter took one last look at his glowing, bound wife and then ripped the webbing apart before he gently peeled it off of her skin. She slid to the bottom of the bed, put her high-heeled shoes on back on, and then walked naked, and completely confident in her nudity, to the bedroom door. It wasn't a far walk but Mary Jane wanted to look her best for every step and the appreciative Peter Parker stared at her sculpted ass the whole way.
     Mary Jane opened the bedroom door to reveal the Black Cat who stood posed in the doorway as if she had just been waiting to be revealed. Peter's ex-girlfriend was a professional cat burglar whose real name was Felicia Hardy. In her white fur-cuffed boots she stood nearly six feet tall and most of that was leg. She could pass for an Olympic-level gymnast which was needed for her nighttime pursuits of sneaking, running, stalking, and getting in and out, to and from, nearly everywhere without being noticed. Her white fur-lined gloves matched her boots along with the white fur decorating her chest. All of which matched her long, white hair.
     Her jumpsuit was skin tight, shimmering black, and amplified her toned muscles and extremely fit body. Every muscle was clearly defined without bulging or being too large or too masculine. He knew what her exercise routine was and that she purposely worked out to make sure that there was no way to mistake Black Cat for anything other than female. She wore a simple, stylized domino mask to hide her identity as if anyone could tear their eyes away from her body long enough to look at her beautiful face. Since there was no way to carry any equipment in her jumpsuit, all of her tools were hidden within the white fur decorating her body with claws in her gloves and boots. She carried herself with feline grace and the complete confidence that came with believing she could easily get into any situation she wanted and get herself out of it just as easily.
     Black Cat’s crystal blue eyes looked over Peter’s naked body with his jutting erection and then over Mary Jane’s body glowing with a sheen of sweat. She licked her lips like a cat stalking a canary. “You two look good enough to eat,” she purred seductively.
     Peter looked from Felicia to MJ and back again in shock. There were many reasons that Black Cat shouldn't be standing in his bedroom door. Firstly, she never stopped flirting with him even though he was married, she also danced across the line between hero and villain more than he could keep track of, as well as the fact that his ex-girlfriend and his wife didn't always get along, and also because both he and Mary Jane were completely naked and in the middle of a romantic night. "So, Cat, what brings you by?" he asked skeptically. He looked around desperately for something to cover his nudity but he and MJ had knocked everything to the floor.
     “It was my idea actually,” MJ told him, “Felicia and I were talking one day and we decided to bury the hatchet once and for all.”
     Suddenly a blush crept across Black Cat's beautiful face and Peter couldn't remember anything that had made her blush before. She wasn't the kind of person who usually felt shame or embarrassment. "It… it was my idea actually, Spider," she admitted, "I mean, it's true, Mary Jane and I met up to bury the hatchet but… well, all of this…" Felicia gestured around the room at the flower petals, lamps and candles, and rumpled bed before gesturing to his and MJ's naked bodies before blushing even brighter.
     “So we got to talking,” Mary Jane interrupted, rescuing Black Cat from her embarrassment, “And we both came to a bit of an epiphany actually.”
     “We both love you, Spider,” Felicia finished.
     Peter cocked a suspicious eyebrow at both of the women.
     “And we both know that you love each of us for different reasons,” the naked MJ explained.
     Being completely honest with himself, Peter had to admit both stunning women were correct and it was something he had always blamed on his dual identity. Mary Jane was everything that Peter Parker could want and Black Cat was everything Spider-Man wanted. Mary Jane hates the Spider-Man business that interfered in their lives and Black Cat hated the dull life that Peter Parker tried to lead. No one had ever accused him of having a healthy lifestyle. And for safety's sake, he remained quiet about it now.
     “So we decided to share,” the bombastic Black Cat finished. She took a sensuous step inside and slowly wrapped her arms around Mary Jane’s naked body. They pressed themselves together, chest to chest and hip to hip. They took their time in one another’s arms as they kissed, holding each other tightly as they sensuously kissed deeply and completely. When they broke the kiss they both looked over and Peter and each held out an arm to him.
     Mary Jane took a quick look around the room and then back to her husband. “The timing is just a coincidence,” she said with a small shrug.
     The threat of the ol' "Parker Luck" hung over the superhero's head. It had always seemed to him that as soon as something good happened to him, two more problems found him. And what could be better than this? Two lustful, beautiful women wanted him and he couldn't think of a single drawback. A 3-way relationship between them seemed to solve so many of their problems. So many solved issues. He stared up and down the two women's beautiful bodies, burning the moment into his brain the same as earlier. Even if this all somehow exploded in their faces later, he'd still have this moment to look back on.
     It only took Peter a couple of steps to fall into heaven and embrace them. He kissed Black Cat first and she immediately slipped her tongue into his mouth. She had always been the more sexually aggressive one in whatever relationship she was in. Then he kissed Mary Jane and it felt like the most natural thing in the world as if they were made to be kissing one another. Then Mary Jane and Felicia kissed, their tongues meeting and caressing warmly, welcoming one another. They were kisses that left nothing out, that let everyone shrug off any doubt about their new relationship.
     Peter joined in the kiss, three pairs of lips and three tongues slid wetly from mouth to mouth as their hands traveled around their firm, fit forms. One of Peter's hands found Felicia's tight, rock-hard ass while his other hand massaged one of MJ's large, soft tits. One of Felicia's claw-tipped hands found the base of Spider-Man's ridged cock while her other hand cupped one of Mary Jane's round, firm ass cheeks. And one of Mary Jane's hands found Peter's balls below Felicia's hand and her other hand found its way between Black Cat's muscular legs.
     The small group of soon-to-be lovers found its way to the foot of the bed without breaking free from one another's arms. Peter and Mary Jane pulled Black Cat's bodysuit down to her waist, freeing her firm, medium-sized breasts. Peter held one of the Black Cat's tits up to Mary Jane, presenting it to her. She took the cat burglar's nipple into her eager mouth and did the same to her husband presenting Cat's other tit to him. With MJ bent down to her chest, Black Cat could no longer reach her ass and instead held the beautiful redhead to her chest while she continued jerking on Spider-Man's raging dick and he nursed on her muscular chest.
     The bounding Black Cat slid slowly to her knees and took control of the web-spinning superhero's spectacular cock. Mary Jane released her hold on Peter's testicles and held the back of Felicia's head as the cat burglar opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The horny husband held MJ's hand on Felicia's head as the world-renowned cat burglar used her nimble, talented tongue to draw him inside of her warm, wet mouth. They guided the white-haired woman's head as she began bobbing her head back and forth, her lips sliding along his shaft and her tongue massaging his length.
     Peter and Mary Jane kissed again as Felicia blew him and slowly slid her hand between the former model's pale thighs. Black Cat began to lightly finger the former model's gooey cunt as Mary Jane used her free hand to lift one large tit to her husband. As Peter massaged MJ's ass with one hand and held Cat's head with the other, he bent down and took the proffered hard little nipple into his mouth.
     The mesmerizing Mary Jane moaned out in pleasure and bliss as Felicia's fingers fluttered between her legs while Peter sucked on her tit. She held the back of the Black Cat's head in one hand and the back of Spider-Man's head in the other. A shiver rolled down her spine as she imagined what she looked like with two superheroes' heads in her hands, a fantasy of many that she was getting to live out. She looked down at the former burglar's head bobbing up and down on her husband's cock and shivered in pleasure at the sight. "Y'know, Tiger, I don't think Felicia has ever looked hotter," she had to admit.
     Taking a moment to try and look down without letting Mary Jane’s tasty tit out of his mouth, Peter immediately nodded his agreement and mumbled around his wife’s large breast in his mouth. The agile Avenger bent lower over his wife’s amazing chest so he could reach around her bodacious body and down between MJ’s ass cheeks, over the puckered entrance to her ass, and to her hot, dripping hole. He met Felicia’s finger slipping in and out of the aspiring actress and joined in with the hungrily sucking superhero, sharing his wife’s dripping hole. The stunning redhead groaned in pleasure above them both as they quickly got into a complementary rhythm with one finger sliding into her while the other slid out, and then reversing and repeating.
     “God, you two are such a good team,” MJ purred as both heroes fingered her.
     Black Cat took a moment to deep throat Peter's cock for a moment, burying her nose in his pubic hair as she swallowed around his cock-head in her throat. She sat up on her knees, unzipping the rest of her tight uniform as she went, stopping when she reached her sodden gloves, keeping her finger inside Mary Jane's hot hole and her other hand wrapped around Spider-Man's hard rod. The two women kissed deeply as the red-haired woman pulled the Black Cat's uniform down off of her arms and quickly over her hands leaving only the thief's white furred gloves on.
     Peter instinctively released his wife’s soft tit and then latched onto his girlfriend’s smaller, firmer tit with his mouth. Was Felicia his girlfriend now? Was she his and Mary Jane’s girlfriend? Or were the three of them married now? Did he and MJ take Black Cat as their duly wedded wife until death did them part? The perplexed Peter’s finger slipped out of MJ’s hot pussy as she got down on her knees below him so he sent his other finger between Cat’s tight cheeks and search out her gooey mound. He’d finger out… figure out… the exact relationship they shared later, he had enough things to think about right now.
     Spider-Man fucked his wife's talented mouth as he massaged Black Cat's plump, sizzling sex through her costume and sucked hard on her firm breast. His tongue and lips started with her erect little nipple and then went on to cover her entire heaving tit before sliding across her chest to her other orb. She cooed in appreciation as he took her nipple between his teeth and he sawed his finger against the tight material of her costume. He tugged on the material and was ready to rip her outfit off when he felt MJ start to tug on the costume herself.
     Mary Jane released her husband from her mouth and then grinned manically toward Felicia despite the Black Cat not being able to see her. She grabbed onto the Cat's uniform and began tugging it off the other woman's tone body. The outfit was so tight it was like peeling fruit. She decided to leave Felicia's white-furred boots on to match the gloves and black, stylish domino mask. It seemed kinkier that way.
     The stunning redhead stood up to join Peter and Black Cat, kissing them both deeply as she and Felicia jerked Peter’s pole and Peter fingered both of them from behind. On some unspoken announcement, both women broke the kiss and smiled at one another before turning to Peter and sharing the smile with him. And then they both got on their knees in front of him.
     On their knees, MJ and Felicia embraced, their breast bulging out from between them as they kissed. Their hands slide up and down their backs, as they ground their burning mounds together, moaning into one another's mouth. They each gave the other's ass a hard squeeze before turning their attention to Peter's throbbing tool. They could both feel him staring down at them but they ignored him, concentrating only on his raging red rod.
     Felicia took Spider-Man’s cock into her mouth and gave him a couple of quick sucks before letting him go. MJ then took her husband into her mouth and gave him a couple of sucks as well. Then both women both began sucking on the sides of his cock as well as licking his shaft and balls, sharing his dick between them like the caring women they were. MJ took his cock head into her mouth while Black Cat took his dangling balls into her mouth. Then Black Cat took his cock head into her mouth while MJ massaged his balls and licked along his shaft. Then the women’s tongues and lips met at his tip and kissed wetly around it.
     Both women sat up straight and smashed their tits around Peter's cock and he immediately began fucking the large expanse of silky smooth flesh without even thinking about it. With no hesitation, the moment they touched was the moment he thrust. "Ooooh fuuuuck," he groaned out as he threw his head back in pleasure. It was an automatic response like a flinch or a dodge as if it was just tied into his central nervous system.
     “Peter Benjamin Parker, such language,” Felicia giggled as she squeezed her tits firmly against his thrusting shaft.
     “I know, right?” Mary Jane giggled as well, squeezing her own tits firmly around Peter’s throbbing shaft, “Such a mouth on him.” Both she and Felicia looked up at him with wicked smirks and MJ teased, “Do you kiss your Aunt with that mouth?”
     Peter couldn't think of a comeback, he was too far gone in the feelings of bliss coursing through his entire body as he fucked the two pair of tits. One set of tits was great but two sets were mind-numbing. He had his hands on both women's heads, holding himself steady as his hips acted on their own, rocking back and forth, fucking the four tits wrapped around his dick. The planet eater Galactus could attack right now and Spider-Man wouldn't be able to pull himself away to fight him.
     "Shit, shit, shit…" Peter began chanting under his breath, his hips moving faster and faster.
     Felicia giggled again, “What would Captain America say if he heard you right now, Spider?”
     “He’d probably just be jealous,” MJ giggled.
     “Or maybe he’d go find Black Widow?” Felicia answered.
     “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Peter called out as his balls boiled over. He thrust one last time and his toes curled as he came, even harder than before when it had just been MJ. The women both laughed in glee as his warm, sticky cum rained down on their faces, necks, and the tops of their breasts. Peter groaned out an instant before his knees almost buckled and Felicia had to reach up to steady him.
     “Easy there, Tiger,” Mary Jane chuckled as she stood up and helped Peter to stand. Felicia joined her and they sat him down on the bed and then up on the mattress until his back was against the headboard.
     “Let me get you some water,” Felicia giggled before walking out of the bedroom wearing only her mask, gloves, and boots.
     MJ and Peter both watched the Black Cat’s muscular ass as she walked out to the kitchen. “Now that is a spectacular ass,” MJ admitted.
     “Your’s isn’t half bad either, Mrs. Watson-Parker,” he reassured her as she sat next to him. He pulled her towards him so they could kiss, their arms wrapping around one another. It was a warm, comforting kiss, the kiss of a couple just enjoying one another’s affection.
     Black Cat returned with three glasses of ice water and sat them on the bedside table. With nowhere to sit, she knelt on the floor beside the kissing couple. For a moment she wondered about what the etiquette was in a situation like this. She didn’t want to be the third wheel in their relationship but she didn’t want to be left out and she didn’t want to have to push her way in either. For a moment she became scared, anxious, and more nervous than a newborn kitten. But she felt relief when Pete and MJ stopped the kiss and turned their naked bodies towards her, welcoming her with just their body posture.
     The ever-thoughtful hero handed his wife a glass before taking his own. "Thanks, Cat," Peter said as he took a deep drink of water.
     "Yeah, Felicia, thank you," MJ added as she took a big drink while Peter set his glass back on the table.
     Peter held his arm out to Black Cat and couldn’t help but notice her hesitate for a moment. It was only a moment but he knew Cat, she didn’t hesitate, she simply acted. She always had complete confidence that she could get in and out of any situation but right now, just for a second, she wasn’t so sure about herself. Peter smiled warmly, keeping his arm out as he said, “It’s okay, I want you here.”
     Felicia smiled nervously but crawled on her knees into Peter's one-armed embrace. He pulled her to him completely, despite the sticky mess still on her face and chest. She had wiped as much of as she could but she hadn't yet taken the time to wash off yet but that didn't stop him from hugging her tight and kissing her deeply.
     “Yes, Felicia, we both want you here with us,” MJ agreed as she snuggled against the kissing couple. Peter broke the kiss to allow Mary Jane in and she kissed the Black Cat just as deeply as he had. Both women held one another tightly as they kissed, their kiss slowly building in intensity. The naked, cum sticky, former model broke the kiss and stared deeply into Black Cat’s sparkling eyes. “Now why don’t we let Peter rest for a bit while you fuck me?”
     Felicia took a moment to look at Peter, waiting for his permission or maybe something else, she wasn't sure, but he just smiled warmly at her. He shrugged his shoulders and she could feel a giant, stupid grin break out across her face. He wasn't giving her permission. Mary Jane was not his to have to give permission for her to do something. She looked over at Mary Jane and the former model smiled back at her but it wasn't a warm, caring smile. It was a wicked, mischievous smile and it made Felicia throb in desire.
     Mary Jane unwound her way out of her husband’s arms and he quickly scooted over to the edge as far as he could. The former model posed her exhilarating body for Black Cat, stretching herself out as she propped herself with one arm. Her breasts slid down along her chest, responding slightly to gravity as she continued to pose and gave Felicia a look that had sent men and boys into frenzied masturbation sessions. “If we’re serious about a 3-way marriage, we’re going to need a larger bed,” she said seductively.
     "We can use mine," Felicia said helpfully as she started crawling over Peter's legs to get to his wife. Or maybe Mary Jane was her wife now as well? Either way, she told the stunning redhead, "My bed fits about five people." She then looked at Spider from the corner of her eye and winked at him. A bright red blush broke out across his face and she and Mary Jane both laughed at how cute he looked when he was embarrassed. Both lustful women knew that the embarrassed substitute teacher would never be able to work up the nerve to ask Cat how she knew the exact number that could fit.
     The Black Cat had never really compared body counts before with Peter but as the more sexually liberated of the two, she was sure that she could easily top him. And Mary Jane had been a fixture in the entertainment industry off and on for years so she certainly would have some stories to tell about her own body count. Peter had admitted to some short trysts with other superheroes from time to time, even if he wouldn't say which ones, so while she might have bagged more partners, Peter would have stories that could probably top her and Mary Jane together. But all in all, he was easy to embarrass and was dorkingly cute when he was.
     Taking in Spider’s face for a moment, Black Cat and Mary Jane then turned their attention back to themselves. “I didn’t know you were bi,” Felicia said as she climbed over the ravishing red-haired model’s naked, waiting body.
     Mary Jane shrugged her shoulders before holding her free arm out, welcoming Felicia to her body. “A couple of times. Nothing serious,” she admitted as she rolled onto her back and Black Cat laid on top of her.
     Peter watched as the two women’s naked bodies melded together. It was a wonder to behold. Their breasts swelled out from their sides as they rocked their hips against one another. Their legs intertwined and each pair wrapped around the other as their bodies began to undulate together. Their lips met and Peter could see their tongues pressed against the inside of the cheeks as they moaned into one another’s mouths.
     “Well, maybe one serious one,” Peter offered with a sigh of resignation, “If we’re all in this together then we’re going to have to be honest with one another.”
     Felicia could feel MJ’s body stiffen and practically turn cold. The former thief broke the kiss and looked back over at Peter. “Trying to kill the mood, Spider?”
     “No, Peter’s right,” Mary Jane said as she slid her arms down Black Cat’s graceful back. She enjoyed the feel of the woman’s muscles beneath the soft, warm skin. The other woman wasn’t as toned as Peter but you could tell she worked out and did strength training. “If the three of us had done proper dating this would have come up before now.”
     “If you’re saying we should stop and go have dinner and drinks, I strongly disagree,” Black Cat said with a devilish smile as she rolled her body against MJ. The roll went the length of her excited body starting at her feet. Her toned legs and thighs rubbed against the redhead’s long legs and supple thighs. The roll continued to her hips which ground her hot sex against Mary Jane’s bubbling cunt causing her new girlfriend and/or wife to groan out. The roll reached her chest and she rubbed her firm tits against the other woman’s larger, softer pair causing her to gasp and moan louder.
    Mary Jane smiled dreamingly up at Black Cat. “No. Definitely not that,” she cooed, “We had a friend…”
     “Gwen, Gwen Stacy,” Peter interrupted.
     “…and we all loved her,” MJ continued, “Everyone loved her. Peter and she started dating and it was serious between them and I pretended not to care. I didn’t realize how much I loved her until one time she and Peter broke up.”
     "MJ was there to console her," Peter added with a wistful smile.
     Mary Jane gave a noncommittal shrug. “Like I said, everyone loved her.”
     “And then she died,” Peter finished.
     Black Cat leaned up and Peter leaned down so they could kiss affectionately before the semi-former thief bent down and kissed Mary Jane. "Peter told me about her dying," she told the redhead, "And I'm so sorry for both of you. You didn't get a chance to explore your feelings for one another and you're right, we need to be honest, and thank you for sharing with me," she said before bending down and kissing Mary Jane again before Peter bent down and joined their kiss.
     The kiss quickly turned more passionate and Peter broke away so the two women could enjoy one another and he could enjoy watching them. Cat once again rolled her body from her feet up causing Mary Jane to groan lustfully again. The silver-haired former thief slid down lower and began licking the dried cum off of MJ's spectacular chest. The red-haired model wound her fingers through Black Cat's white hair and began directing her on where to go.
     Mary Jane gasped and moaned in pulsating pleasure, her eyes locked onto her husband. During their quick talk about Gwen, she had noticed he had shrunk to half-mast but now he was quickly fully hard again. The formidable Felicia's fingers and mouth worked in perfect unison. Far from simply squeezing, sucking, and licking, the Black Cat molded MJ's breasts, distorting their natural shape until her nipples stood out like little arrows pointing straight at the world-famous cat burglar's open mouth and pretty pink tongue. Felicia then used her fingers to spread the flesh around Mary Jane's areolas out, pulling the little patches of sensitive flesh taunt and her nipples sticking up like little attentive soldiers.
     Felicia moaned in pleasure as she nursed at MJ’s expansive tits. The model’s dazzling eyes darted back and forth between her and Peter and the Black Cat decided to make it her personal mission to pull all the attention from Peter to her. Playfully. It totally had nothing to do with her being slightly narcissistic. Not at all. She just knew how good she was. And her tender little pussy gushed at the thought of proving it.
     MJ kept her hold on the Black Cat's head as the former thief began kissing down her body. Felicia kept a firm grip on the red-haired beauty's wobbling tits as she trialed her lips and tongue down the former model's amazing body. Mary Jane's flat stomach fluttered in excitement as Cat kissed down it and circled her tongue around MJ's belly button. The silver-haired beauty slid her way between the other woman's legs and took hold of her wide hips. Felicia continued to kiss down Mary Jane's body to just above her wet, sizzling slit.
     The stunning jewel thief looked over at Spider's pretty, pretty cock that was so smooth and long and that curved up just slightly. She looked up at him as he looked down at them with a face of serious concentration. She knew he had a great mind and memory, he'd have to in order to remember all those equations and whatnot. He was a genius after all. And she was sure that he was concentrating on memorizing all of this into his brain where he could never hope to forget it. "Sit up," she told him with a wicked grin, "Stick it in her mouth. Let's fuck her together."
     Peter quickly jumped to his knees and landed beside Mary Jane who purred with excitement. Felicia watched him place the tip of his cock at the corner of his wife’s mouth while she slid the rest of the way between MJ’s legs. She peeled the model’s pretty pink petals apart to reveal the wet treasure beneath, never taking her eyes off of Spider-Man’s dick and Mary Jane’s mouth. Both pair of Mary Jane’s lips were open wide and the second that Spider’s cock touch the woman’s tongue, Felicia slid her tongue into the model’s overheated cunt.
     As Mary Jane came, her lips locked around Peter’s prick as her hips bucked uncontrollably. She sucked her husband’s cock as deep into her mouth as she could while pressing her gushing pussy as hard as she could into Felicia’s face. Both of her lovers began fucking her as she came, Peter sliding himself wetly in and out of her gurgling mouth and Felicia shoving her tongue in and out of her bubbling cunt like a tiny cock. Her body shook and twitched uncontrollably, writhing against her two partners as her orgasm rolled and crashed through her like a tidal wave hitting a tall cliff and then reversing direction to roll and crash through her again.
     Each orgasm lowered in intensity with every thrust and lick as MJ held her husband's rock-hard ass in one hand and Felicia's head in the other. As she was fucked, her body rolled from her hips to her head, burying Peter's cock in her mouth and then Felicia's tongue, over and over. As she slowly came down from her sexual bliss she let Peter slide out of her mouth before looking up at him wantonly. "Fuck me, Tiger. Fuck me now," she pleaded.
     Black Cat sat up on her knees between Mary Jane's quivering thighs. "You heard her, Pete. Fuck her," she said with a smirk, "I want to see this." With more experience in 3-ways, Felicia directed the couple around until MJ was lying sideways across the center of the bed. Her shapely ass was at the edge of the bed to allow Peter to kneel on the floor between her legs while her head was resting on a pillow on the edge to allow Cat to straddle her while facing Peter. And as the bounding superhero placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to his wonderful wife's body she wrapped her arms around Felicia's tightly toned thighs and extended her tongue.
     Peter and Felicia moaned in pleasure as he slid his prick inside Mary Jane and Mary Jane slid her tongue inside Felicia. The amazing redhead kept a firm hold on Black Cat's legs as the jewel thief ground herself against her mouth and she licked the hot walls of her cunt. The model also kept a firm hold of Peter with her long legs wrapped around his hips while he held her thighs up and fucked deep inside of her. She kept her hips angled up to get as much of the superhero's marvelous meat inside of her as she could while she kept her head bent back to get as much of her tongue in to the other superhero's drooling, tasty twat as she could. Her large breasts swayed up and down as she was fucked from one end to the other and her entire flawless body shivered in constant pleasure.
     As she rode the red-haired model's mouth, Felicia began playing with MJ's large tits and toyed with her nipples while the former villain kept her eyes locked on Peter sliding in and out of her pulsing pussy. She looked up into the hero's face and then back down to his surprisingly fit body, continuing down to his long, smooth shaft sliding in and out of Mary Jane's gushing cunt. Her eyes continued from the hot juncture of the former model's spread thighs up to the other woman's flat stomach to her chest and large tits before reversing back the way they came.
     As he fucked his red-haired wife, Peter's eyes scanned her tightly stretch pussy up to the twitching muscles of her abdomen before continuing to her chest and the Black Cat kneading and playing with her large, wobbling breasts. His eyes continued to move on from her impressive chest to her neck and her jaw and just a hint of her bottom lip as she tongued the other woman. Her pink lip was connected to Black Cat's lips and his eyes continued traveling up from her spread pussy to her flat, muscular stomach and then to her chest and her just as firm but smaller tits. Finally, his eyes crawled up her graceful neck to her beautiful face.
     As Peter's eyes reversed course down Cat's wildly undulating body, he decided that she didn't really have a "beautiful" face. Mary Jane had a beautiful face and that had been the reason it had landed on magazine covers, people wanted to look at it the same way you would look at a beautifully carved statue. Black Cat's face was more "Hot" rather than "Beautiful". Mary Jane's face caused you to do a double take so you could admire it, Felicia had a face that caused you to do a double take because it shouted "Sex". Mary Jane's face was erotic while the silver-haired woman was pure porn. And tonight he had them both.
     Felicia heard the pitch of Peter’s groans change and knew he was on the edge and shot him a questioning look.
     Peter nodded his head in agreement to Felicia’s silent question and grunted, “I’m gonna shoot.”
     Felicia smirked at Spider’s inability to talk dirty and say the word “cum”. “Take it out. I want to see you cum on her stomach,” she told him excitedly.
     Mary Jane squealed in excitement up into the other woman’s body when she heard Black Cat’s request and felt her husband release her legs and pull out of her needy cunt. When she felt the first warm load of cum splatter on her stomach she came, groaning into Felicia’s drooling pussy as her muscles twitched and shook. Her grip on the former burglar’s muscular thighs tightened as her own thighs shivered uncontrollably.
     When Felicia saw the first shot of cum land on Mary Jane's stomach it was maybe the hottest thing that she had ever seen. And then when Mary Jane came, the hot redhead shoved her tongue deeper into the Black Cat's body, triggering her orgasm. Cat's juices gushed over the model's face while Spider's seed splashed over her stomach and they all cried out in pure pleasure.
     The trio held themselves still as they enjoyed their orgasms and the orgasms they had given to their significant others, bonding in their shared pleasure. As they came down from their orgasmic highs, no one really wanted to move, they just wanted the chance to collapse and bask in the moment, unfortunately, the bed was too small for that. They bonelessly rolled and nudged their way together until they were lying with Peter on one side, Felicia on the other, and Mary Jane sandwiched between them. And then they finally relaxed and basked.
     As they lay, Peter lightly toyed with Mary Jane’s ginger pussy while Mary Jane lightly toyed with his sticky, semi-hard prick and Black Cat’s sable pussy, and Black Cat joined Peter in toying with Mary Jane’s juicy cunt. They simply enjoyed the pleasure of touching one another, no one talking, no one fussing, all of them just happy at where they were in life. The three of them together. And each one would agree that it should have always been like this.
     In the warm, humid bed, Mary Jane turned to her husband. “I want to watch you fuck Felicia,” she said matter-of-factly, catching Peter off guard. She then turned to Felicia and said, “I want to watch my husband fuck you,” just as matter-of-factly. She then turned back to her husband and said, “Well?” in the same tone of voice.
     Felicia’s head popped up so she could see Peter over the swell of the model’s gleaming body. “Yeah,” and when he didn’t answer she repeated what Mary Jane had said, “Well?” in the same tone of voice.
     "I don't… I don't…" Peter stammered. The entire evening was outside of his comfort zone and the women weren't exactly giving him time to get his feet underneath him, metaphorically speaking. And then Mary Jane's request was certainly jarring after everything they had already done. "I think someone may have put a spell or something on us. Maybe Baron Mordo or Loki or someone," he tried to rationalize.
     Mary Jane rolled her eyes at her husband. “Yes, Tiger, the forces of evil have unleashed their evil plan to make us deliriously happy,” she mocked.
     “Should I call the Fantastic Four or the Avengers?” Felicia mocked as well.
     Peter couldn’t think of a good enough reply so he shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “I guess.”
     “Way to woo a woman, Spider,” Black Cat mocked again.
     For a moment Peter took Felicia seriously. "No, no… I didn't mean…" he stammered. The women kept him on the hook for a few moments before letting him off and giggling.
     “Relax, Peter,” Mary Jane said to soothe him.
     “Yeah, Pete,” Felicia chimed in, “We both know how vanilla you can be when it comes to sex.”
     Peter looked from one naked woman to the next. “If I knew what that meant I’d be very upset,” he chided them.
     Both women laughed with good humor and then got ready. Even though everyone wanted to participate and everyone wanted everyone else to participate, the small group finally decided that the bed was just too small. Great for them to cuddle and snuggle and pile in and off one another but after everything they had done already, the bed just couldn't comfortably hold everybody. The bedroom was just large enough for a bed, a large dresser, and a standing wardrobe for extra space for all of MJ's outfits (accumulated as a model and actress with companies still sending her free products off and on) since the closet was too small, and an old, worn, comfy overstuffed chair. Mary Jane sat naked on the chair and threw one leg over the arm of the chair, opening her sticky thighs wide as she watched the couple on the bed.
     Peter and Felicia stood on their knees in the middle of the bed and looked at Mary Jane. "Are you… are you ready?" Peter asked her and his nervousness made her smile again. The first reaction she had to the naked couple was that they were probably the most fit human beings that she had ever seen together. Peter had almost no body fat, due to his powers, with long, tight, wiry, extremely well-defined muscles. And Felicia's body made the former model slightly jealous. It was a gymnast's build on a dancer's frame. You could tell it was soft, smooth flesh over tight, firm muscle. You could see every muscle group well enough under her skin to know she took exceedingly ridge control over her body. And with her naturally exuding utmost confidence in herself she could be quite intimidating. Mary Jane licked her lips, one hand listlessly caressing the inside of one thigh and the fingers of her other hand lightly toying with one nipple as she answered her husband, “Oh yeah, Tiger. Ladies and gentlemen start your engines.”
    Mary Jane was already throbbing deep down just at the thought of getting to see two superheroes having sex. She should be tired. She should be worn out. She didn't have Peter's constitution, and she didn't train daily like Felicia obviously did, but despite all that she was excited. Excited to get her own superhero sex show and her well fucked body tingled in anticipation.
     Sitting up on his knees in front of Cat, Peter was still as a statue. Felicia smiled at the dumbfounded look on Spider's face. He was so cute when he was befuddled. She'd seen him stand up to Venom, Carnage, and even the Incredible Hulk, like a hero but give him not one but two beautiful women and he was worse than a lost child. Taking pity on him, she cupped his face and pulled him forward for a kiss. As their lips and tongues met she molded her body against his and wrapped her arms around his muscular form and moaned into his mouth when he did the same.
     The pale, naked model lazily drew circles along her inner thigh while she pinched one of her excited nipples. She had seen Peter naked several times but she had never had to opportunity to appreciate him like he was now. The muscles in his hard ass twitched when Felicia reached between their bodies and gripped the base of his semi-hard prick. He cupped the back of her head as they kissed and rocked his hips ever so slightly as their new lover jerked him to full hardness. His other hand cupped one of Black Cat’s tits and gave it a squeeze before he slid the hand down the side of her body to her hip. The former villain’s other hand gripped Peter’s dangling testicles while his free hand moved from her hip to her tight ass.  For a moment the excited model thought about stopping the show and dressing Peter up in his mask, gloves, and boots to match what Felecia was still wearing but then decided to skip it. There was no good reason on this Earth to stop her personal superhero sex show.
     Peter dipped his fingers between Felicia’s taunt cheeks while Mary Jane’s hand lightly slid up her tender thigh to her wet pussy. She moaned in lust as she lightly stroked her plump lips while she watched Felicia continue with her hand-job. Peter’s hand slid up from the former thief’s ass to her graceful spine until he reached her shoulder blades. His fingers danced to her chest and he cupped her tit again as he broke their kiss and bent down to her chest. Felicia threw her head back and moaned as Peter took her nipple between his lips.
     Mary Jane chewed her bottom lip as her husband leaned back up and kissed Felicia again. She couldn’t tell who initiated it but both heroes suddenly twisted their bodies and gracefully lowered themselves into the bed. It could have been a ballet as far as the red-haired woman watching it was concerned, it was just that graceful. Felicia lighted onto her back with her arms around Peter's neck and her toned legs around his thighs. Peter landed softly on his knees between her legs and effortlessly held himself above her with one hand next to her head and his other one on one of her firm tits. They had landed on the bed with all the force of two feathers. Mary Jane slid her middle finger between her sensitive labia as she continued to watch her show and pressed the pad of her hand below her fingers against her sizzling clit.
     Peter had a special trick he did where he would prepare to enter her, he would just, all at once, slip himself in with no resistance.  It was as if he knew just the right angle and position to be in to hit a bullseye like that. And it usually got her off nearly every time.  Mary Jane wondered if his nearly psychic Spider-Sense had anything to do with it. At any rate, Felicia arched her back and cried out in pleasure as MJ's husband slid effortlessly inside his ex-girlfriend. He easily held himself up with one hand as his other hand caressed and massaged the Black Cat's firm tits as he began slowly fucking her.
     The position the fucking couple were must have been a favorite for them when they were a couple because they segwayed into it effortlessly. While not super-humanly so, Felicia was very strong and with her arms around Peter’s neck, Mary Jane watched the former thief pull herself up enough for her shoulders and the upper half of her back to clear the bed. Then Mary Jane watched as the other woman used her legs wrapped around Peter’s thighs to pull up the rest of her body, hanging off of Spider-Man completely like a swing.
     The sight of Felicia hanging off of Peter made Mary Jane groan loudly in lust. Every muscle in the Black Cat’s athletic body was tensed to hang off of Spider-Man whose muscles were also tensed while holding up the other woman. “Jesus, the muscles,” MJ groaned as she slipped two fingers inside of her aching pussy.
     Suddenly Peter and Felicia stopped and looked over at Mary Jane as she blushed like a kid getting caught stealing candy and she realized that her inside voice had accidentally slipped out. She felt oddly exposed with her trembling thighs spread wide and two fingers stuffed in her cunt. “Sorry, sorry. Don’t pay any attention to me,” she told the couple. They both smiled widely at her and then returned to what they had been doing.
     With every thrust of Spider-Man’s cock, Black Cat would swing forward, and when she swung back he would pull out the same as the silver balls hung up on strings all in a row. Mary Jane plugged her two fingers as deep as she could inside of herself while her other hand slid down her heaving body to between her slick thighs. Fucking herself with the fingers on one hand and strumming her clit with the other. The red-haired model’s moans and groans joined the couples’ moans and groans as everyone got louder with every thrust.
     By now, Peter was holding Cat completely off the bed, holding her up with just one hand and his tiptoes. It was something he and Felicia had come up with but he had never tried it with MJ. Yes, his wife kept fit but he knew that she wouldn't be able to dangle off of him during sex. But with Cat, it was like flashing back to when they were dating and he actually felt slightly guilty about doing something with Felicia that he didn't do with Mary Jane. He spared a glance towards his wife and saw her furiously masturbating so maybe there wasn't anything to feel guilty about.
     “Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Spider!” Black Cat groaned out, “Fuck me.” Her grunts were coming quicker and louder as the sounds of her and Peter thrusting and swinging back and forth got louder as well. He slowly started going harder and faster, bottoming out inside of her with every thrust thanks to their position. It had quickly become their favorite and she was happy to show it to Mary Jane, hoping it looked as good as it felt. She could feel her warm, slick juices sliding off her ass to drip down on the bed as the wet slaps of their bodies grew louder and louder.
     As she felt her orgasm start to rise, Felicia looked over at Mary Jane finger banging herself in the chair. The former actress’s body was on full display with her arms pressing her large, wobbling tits together as well as her long legs spread wide. She was a horny vision. Black Cat nodded her head to beckon MJ over and watched her in lust as the amazing ginger slowly took to her feet and sauntered over to the side of the bed. She sat down halfway on the bed, one leg on the mattress and the foot of her other leg on the floor, and reclined against the headboard.
     “Do it, Tiger. Cum inside of her,” MJ moaned, “Cum inside of her so I can lick it out of her.”
     It was the only encouragement the horny superheroes needed and surprised Felicia enough for her to lose her grip. Those words coming out of the mouth of Mary Jane Watson were probably the hottest thing the Black Cat had ever heard. She had heard her fair share of dirty talk between the sheets before but hadn't really expected it from MJ. Not to say that the former model was a prude but she was always a little reserved but it appeared she was letting all her inhibitions go.
     With her head and shoulders on the bed but her back and hips up in the air, Felicia's firm tits rock up and down high on her chest as Peter continued to drill into her. Next to her, MJ lightly toyed with one of her large breasts while softly stroking herself between her thighs. Above her, Peter's sweat dripped down onto her body as he gritted his teeth, ready to explode.
     Mary Jane entwined her fingers with Felicia as Felicia started to come. It was an oddly supportive gesture but the former thief felt like it was somehow supportive. She didn't want anyone to feel left out of the relationship. The sable-haired superhero gripped the model's hand as she came, her body shivering causing her tits to jiggle wildly. She cried out in pleasure as the muscles in her body twitched and trembled. When she felt Spider unleash inside of her she cried out again, her orgasm doubling as she jerked and thrashed around in the bed.
     As Spider-Man, Peter didn’t just cling to things with his fingers and toes, he could adhere any part of his body to any surface, including flesh. As he came inside of Cat's body he kept her legs stuck around his thighs as she came beneath him. He pumped his thick seed deep inside Black Cat's heated body when he suddenly felt a pair of lips on his lips.
     When Peter turned into her kiss, MJ slipped her tongue into his mouth as he came inside Felicia while she squeezed Felicia’s hand at the same time. She found it an oddly romantic gesture, all three of them sharing in the moment until Peter and Felicia began to come down from their orgasmic highs. When she was sure they were done and her husband had lowered their girlfriend down to the bed, MJ playfully shoved him to the side.
     Peter cried out in surprise and if he hadn't used his spider powers to cling one-handed to the wall he would have ended up on the floor but luckily MJ believed in his reflexes. As quickly as she could, the horny model slid down the bed until she was between Felicia's legs. She gripped the superhero's firm thighs to spread them far apart before diving tongue-first into the sable beauty's leaking pussy.
     "F- f- f- fuck!" Felicia cried out as she came again. Her orgasm rolled through as quickly and hard as a lightning bolt. Her entire body shook wildly in the bed as Mary Jane's tongue speared her like a harpoon and the beautiful redhead started licking the cum out of her body. Her orgasm was so strong she had to grip the sheets to keep herself from falling off the planet as her hips rocked uncontrollably. And then she suddenly felt MJ scream into her spasming pussy. She looked down the length of her naked, lust-wracked body and then down the length of Mary Jane's body between her legs. And finally saw Peter standing behind his wife with his hands on her hips.
     Peter had done the math and figured the angles. He had cum with Black Cat, Black Cat had cum with him, then Black Cat had cum with Mary Jane, and even if they shared that amazing kiss his amazing wife still wasn't as much a part of their present round. And being the hero he was he refused to let anyone stay behind. With MJ preoccupied between Felicia's legs, Peter had slipped off the side of the bed and spider crawled behind his wife's upthrust, heart-shaped ass.
     There was no way Peter was ready for another round, superpowers or not, but he was hard enough the slide into his wife’s tight, hot, wet pussy. He heard her scream into Felicia’s spasming cunt while her own was gripping down on his softening prick, both women enjoying their own orgasms together.
     The new throuple all collapsed in a heap on the bed, too tired to move, their sweat-slick bodies slipping against one another as they panted. Felicia was the first to break out in a giggle followed by Mary Jane before they all started laughing happily. Peter joined in and they all reached around each other kissing and tangling themselves together even more and laughing louder.
     Moving around in the bed, the small group finally managed to fit into the bed with Peter on one side, MJ on the other, and Felicia in the middle. Their hands lightly danced across each other's bodies as the gleaming sweat sprinkled across their skin evaporated. They lay silently, just enjoying the glow and getting their breathing back under control. Mary Jane was the first one to break the comfortable silence when her head popped up and stared at her husband from over Felicia’s chest.
     "I don't think I've ever seen you this worn out after sex, Tiger," MJ told her husband. She didn't want to make it obvious as she looked for a response from Black Cat. It was obvious that the sable-haired beauty was far more athletic than her and MJ silently wondered if sex had been this physically taxing between the two ex-lovers.
     Black Cat looked over at Peter as well. “She’s got a point, Spider,” she agreed, “You do seem more wiped than what was usual.”
     Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Not to brag but I am the only one here with spider powers,” he said defensively, “I just have a better than human endurance.”
     Mary Jane cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at her husband. “Are you telling me, after all these years, that you’ve been faking it?” she asked in mock anger.
     “Yeah, what the hell, Pete?” Felicia added with her own mock anger.
     “What? It just takes more to wear me out,” Peter said defensively, “I didn’t want you guys to feel bad.” Both women playfully slapped him on his chest before punching him on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleaded as Mary Jane slid across Felicia to get a better shot at her husband.
     “So many years I was living a lie,” Mary Jane playfully pouted.
     “Just for that you’re bringing the bed over by yourself,” Black Cat said with her own pout as she crossed her arms petulantly below her breasts.
     “You were serious about that?” Peter wondered, “Those things are hard to move. I mean, yeah, I can lift it easily enough but it’s the size that makes it awkward.”
     “You’re the one bragging about your superior than human abilities,” MJ gaslighted him.
     Still pouting, Felicia added, “Yeah. It should be no problem for you. You’re the big, strong superhero.”
     “But I’ll never get a moving van on such short notice,” Peter complained, “I’ll have to Web swing it over and then pull it up the stairs since it won’t fit through a window.”
     “Are you saying you don’t think this relationship is worth the effort?” Mary Jane said as she continued gaslighting her husband.
     “That’s not what I’m saying…” Peter continued defending himself.
     The two wonderful women in Spider-Man's life continued playfully needling him and he continued to play until everyone was rested enough for another round. And then continued with the rest of their new lives together.

The End.
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