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When we last left our hero, Spider-Man, he had just captured
the voluptuous cat burgler, Black Cat. However, he soon became the captive one
as he was enchanted by her seductive movements and assets. Ignoring years of
evolution, the web slinger thrust himself upon her and
fulfilled her every fantasy since she decided he was the man for her. All is
well and good in that respect, but Spider-Man is married to the girl next door,
Mary Jane, and his infidelity came upon the night of the first anniversary.
Stricken with grief for his disloyalty, Spider-Man returns home in hopes of
having only disappointed MJ by being late and she had gone to sleep, but he
finds that he will not get off so easily from the red haired vixen...

"Mary Jane!" the unmasked and surprised Peter Parker exclaimed as the
lights flicked on to illuminate the red haired Mary Jane. "You're
awake...which is good, I mean!" Pete stumbled with his words, feeling that
every syllable incriminated him further, and would it have been any other
night, it probably would have, but he saw no nagging scowl on his wife's face.

MJ gave a slow nod, inching closer to the edge of the bed by the shuffling of
her knees, tossing away the caught Spider-Man mask to lay
on the floor like a discarded sock. "I was about to go to sleep, I'll
admit, but that necklace you bought me gave me the will to fight on and wait
for my husband to come home and get his present..." she explained,
reaching forward, red finger nails dipping in to the hem of his Spidey-pants to
begin to slowly tugged them down as she laughed excitedly, lightly under her
breath.

The ever overly cautious Peter Parker nervously feared that Cat somehow left
purple lip stick on his cock or her scent would be unmistakable as foreign to
Mary Jane and she'd throw his ass out. That and after having cum twice in under
just an hour or two, he didn't have the fortitude to get it up as quickly as
usual, which he also feared would be a clue to his infidelity. Quick to move,
as if his Spidey senses aided him to once again avoid danger, danger of a
scorned wife hitting him with frying pan, he stepped away from the advances,
just out of her arms' reach and received a curious glance from her. "You
don't want to get to close to me, MJ. I just had a bought with Rhino and you
know how taking down that lummox works up a sweat. I'm all stinky and gross and
blah, ha ha," Pete explained, nervously laughing as he backed up further
towards the bathroom. "Let me just shower up and I'll be back to celebrate
our anniversary with you," he promised and quickly stole away to the
confines of the bathroom.

An exasperated sigh rushed out of his mouth as he rested against the door and
thought of what to do next. His excuse worked better than he thought as he
figured a good hot shower would rinse away any evidence of the cat pouncing him
and would give him time to revitalize his boys. Perfect!,
he thought, and quickly peeled the super hero costume from his flesh. The
shower was turned on and he quickly stepped into the steamy spray, dipping his
head under quickly and letting his wet brown strands curtain over his face. His
thoughts a race added with the curtain of water surrounding his head didn't let
him hear the approaching bare foot steps into the bathroom. No danger was going
to befall him so his spider senses relaxed, but that meant he was all the more
surprised when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He yelled and spun around,
not slipping due to his super human reflexes, and saw a totally nude Mary Jane
standing with him in the shower stall. "MJ? What
are you �" he was cut off by a pressed finger to his lips and a
"shhh" from the red head.

"Oh like you didn't know I was coming in. You practically pulled me in
yourself, tiger," she said, unaware that his escape was just that, an
escape, and not a clever ruse. "Your sweat coated body has never stopped
us from fucking before, in fact I love to see my man all sweaty from saving the
day, and we've both been talking about trying out the shower 'together' for a
few weeks now. Besides, no man would dare stand me up for another second after
being late for our anniversary," she finally concluded, resting her hands
on her hips as she waited to hear him admit to her cleverness.

He slowly tried to make sense of how he managed to get to this point, but finally
smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, you caught me, MJ," he said with relief,
glad she hadn't come in to neuter him.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up," she said with a husky tone as she
and her arms advanced, hands reaching out for the body wash and ignored the
wash cloth, deciding she would wash him with her own hands. Her right palm was
filled with green soap and some laces of soap were laced upon Pete's chest.

He stood in awe as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, working the soap
into a fine lather and giving the shower a rich scent of green Jolly Ranchers.
The shower's spray did little to rinse him clean, his back to the faucet and
his back taking the brunt of the water. He smiled, not in lust, but in pure joy
in how lucky he was to have this woman. His mind felt cleared of all memories
of his actions with Black Cat and soon Black Cat herself, his mind only focused
on the woman he loved.

Mary Jane's hands began to wander from the chest, soon finding it boring when
there were such more fun places to stroke and rub. His back was rubbed, more
for effort than effect, and soon hands fell to his rump, giving him a good
squeeze and a proud smirk from her. She loved to play with him,
he was such an easy mark. Quick to fall for jokes, so trusting and innocent,
but his powers allowed him to be a stallion in the sack with all the creativity
of his nerd mind to put it to very good use. Hands came full circle and danced
along his stomach, finger tips following his 'happy trail' to his, well,
'happy'. Thin red lips pulled into a half cocked smirk as his cock was half
held in her stroking hand, getting a half chubby to a full fatty.

He was surprised he had been able to get it up so soon after his encounter with
Black Cat, though that event had become faded and vague at that moment, but he
chaulked it up to her sensual movements and his unbridled love for her. The hot
water sprayed on his back couldn't compare to the heat he was feeling betwixt
his thighs, his cock standing fully and soapy, contrasted by her tan skin and
red finger nails.

Her lower lip was bit as she saw his pleasured reaction to her movements,
though she wanted nothing more to pounced him like a lioness and treat him just
as one would a tasty piece of meat as himself, she restrained herself in fear
of slipping in the shower and cracking her head. She'd hate for her obituary to
read "Killed in tub while jerking off husband". She didn't bother
with the legs, too excited to go to the next step of pressing her body to his
and her lips to his own, clutching him suddenly tight to her lithe and curvy
form to get his suds on her. Full D cup breasts crushed against his spider DNA
aided broad chest, taking on the soap as her tongue danced with his own between
their locked lips.

Her full ass was gripped and squeezed with his spare hand, the other tending to
her fire red locks. His erect cock pressed against her nearly fully shaven
pussy, the only tuft of hair was a thin red landing strip as if there to direct
him to the nearest entrance. He growled into her mouth, hot with want and blind
passion as he cupped her ass in both hands now.

Several more moments of making out and Mary Jane hand to retreat to catch her
breath. She peered down while panting at her body, half soaped just as his. Her
thin red brow arched as she knew he was thinking the same thing as he squired
another helping of green gel into his hand.

This time he was the one to come to her, stepping from the shower spray and
pressing himself to her as he ran his hands up and down her back, soon focusing
on her round tush. She turned her head slightly, hoping to see his handy work,
no pun intended, on her luscious rear, but sadly one cannot see their own ass
without the aid of mirrors or an ass with its own zip code.

He, however, could see the soapy lather work into her smooth and unblemished
skin, treating her ass like a sultan as he massaged and rubbed it. Her body was
spun around in his arms as he pressed her back to him, reaching around her to
soap up her hips and thighs, more slowly and seductive than before.

Her head rested back on his shoulder as she felt desire rush over her once
more. "Oh, Pete, I want you to fuck me into our next anniversary!"
she exclaimed with that smokey tone to her voice. MJ was a notorious dirty
talker, saying things that would make Red Fox blush and a sailor cry for his
mother. Her hand ran up to press to the back of his head, pulling forward to
force him to intently stare down at what he was doing to her amazing body.

He peered down between large tits to she, and feel,
her hips sway and buck from want and desire. He decided to treat her first,
seeing how he owed her, by covering her heat with his palm and working his
nimble fingers into her as her pink button was tenderly cared for. To add to
the thrill even more, her huge melons were massaged and fondled, nipples pulled
and tweaked, and generally her whole body was treated to his agility in his
hands and fingers.

Mary Jane soon found herself convulsing in orgasm, her tight walls growing
tighter to trap his fingers all the way to the knuckle into her snatch until
she came down from her climax. She panted and moaned and soon locked lips with
Pete again, back still to him, in delicious lust. "I'm not going to ask
you again..." she started, the next words said with such diligence and
clarity that one not knowing a word of English could understand her,
"Fuck. Me. Hard," was said with a face of complete determination to
get her pussy filled.

Feeling the need himself, he spun her around once more and pressed her against
the wall with a quick thud that sent wonderful pain through her. He reached up
to turn the shower head higher to spray down on both of them, washing free the
lather and causing the light of the bathroom to bounce off their wet and wild
bodies. He returned to her with quick step and hoisted her up higher on the
wall, pinning himself to her and her to the wall as she locked her legs tight
around him, almost making it impossible to maneuver his cock into her pussy,
but spider agility did have its usage outside of battle.

MJ buried her head into his shoulder to muffle her legion of screams and moans,
but more often let them come out unbridled, especially when coupled with her
dirty talk during their rough fuck session. "Mmm, yes!" she would
exclaim, "Fill that pussy up nice and good, tiger!" "Oh-fucking-god yes!!" "Mmm,
more, Pete, more! I want to scream the glass broken!" "That's
it, screw me good, god damn it! Fill my pussy with your cum, you fucking
bastard!"

Parker never really spoke up during sex unless MJ asked something along the
lines of "scream my name!" or "tell me how you want it, you
dick!" Pete never understood why she called him names during sex, but he
didn't find it unarousing or distracting. He just continued his work drilling
her hard into the wall, putting his spider powers into the mix and fucking her
harder than any normal man could without pushing the pain addition further than
she wanted it to be.

Soon Mary Jane came once more, twice more actually, finding herself in a
multiple orgasm as she was fucked by her super powered husband. She screamed
herself raw, not awaking the neighbors, thankfully, thanks to thicker walls
than Pete's old apartment. She remembered the red face she would get when the
landlord would visit them to tell them that they were being far too vocal and
"clear", he would always add, letting them know that the family next
door would be explaining what Mr. Parker was doing to poor Mrs. Parker the
night before. With the new place, though, she could scream herself silly, and
she frequently did, to Pete's enjoyment.

Pete held out as long as he could, wanting to be with her as long as he could,
never seeing her more enthralled with him than when he was in her, but that
tight pussy helped push him over the edge. What really did it were those
breasts of her. Though not as large as Cat's, they were still a full size. Tear
drop shaped and perky on her chest, they were always the speculation of the
media and anyone who ever saw a lingerie catalog that her boobs were faux.
However, he could sleep even better at night knowing that the pillows he loved
to fondle and suck on were the real deal.

Some recovery and drying off later the happy couple found themselves continuing
on the marriage bed, trying out all the positions. 69, doggy, cow girl (with
the quick change up to reverse cow girl) and a nifty little position aided by
both their agility and limberness that didn't have a name so they just called
it the "Spider-Man Position" as it usually involved webbing.

Tired and sweaty, sheets pulled and blankets tossed, Peter Parker lay with his
happy wife close to him, she holding him as she rested on his chest. His cock
felt bruised and beaten, but it had earned its rest. And as he lay there,
staring up at the ceiling, all he could think of was how he had forgotten to
grab the stolen money Black Cat had stolen before running off to be worn out by
Mary Jane.

Fuck.
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