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At the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, under the steel and concrete that shut out the noise from above, surrounded by boulders lapped at by the river and a surprising amount of bush and trees growing through the rocky shoals, Peter and Diana watch the sunset at the open end of the bay. It seemed like it was the only good view of it in the city—not diluted by polluted air or towering buildings, just the roll of the waves reflecting it back.

Not that Peter was really looking at it. Not with Diana there. Everything about her made his blood rush. The luscious globes of her ass pushed firmly against her tightknit costume. The way her big firm tits stuck up made his mouth water. He could see her nipples pressing hard against her bodice. They seemed to be always hard; he wondered whether she was always sexually aroused. No woman could have nipples so erect and hard all the time without thinking of sex constantly.

More than that, of course, she was good and pure, with an unwavering dedication to everything good in the world. The sheer truth of her simple goodness almost made him ashamed of what they’d shared, like he’d tarnished her by touching her, though of course, Diana would say that was the furthest thing from what had really happened.

His relationship with Mary Jane remained healthier than he could’ve imagined, when he had this thing with Diana going on the side. Peter felt it had taken some of the pressure off. Neither he nor MJ were exclusive anymore, enjoying a light, somehow wholesome romance. 

And with Diana, he was almost a different man. Like Mary Jane had Peter and Diana had Spider-Man, both of them sharing and even acknowledging the other and her claim on him. Felicia had wanted to pretend Peter Parker didn’t exist. Mary Jane loved Peter, but couldn’t help but feel frightened of Spider-Man and the danger he was in. While Diana loved Spider-Man as a fellow warrior and adventurer, but was still slightly unsure of her place with a mortal man.

It was a mixed up, screwed up thing, even with Felicia off God knew where, but it felt right in the strangest way possible. Even in joining with Diana in her kinky rituals, having surreal threesomes with her friends and even her enemies, before coming home to Mary Jane and the comfort and the unspoken bond they shared… it all just added up.

He wondered if it worked as well for Mary Jane, if she had her own unique arrangement to make all this work for her. Perhaps with Donna. The brunette certainly hadn’t seemed surprised to see him and Diana together with Mary Jane, all those months ago, when the Moonstone case had first brought them all together. 

That had been a volatile combination. He and Diana had been with women who were more… intense than MJ, but something about Mary Jane was just… it was like an explosive chemical reaction with Diana. The two of them had come far, far closer to overwhelming Peter than anything else. You wouldn’t think a mortal woman would add so much fire to the coupling of a superhuman and a goddess, but like Peter had always held, Mary Jane was inspirational.

He found his mind drifting back to the seductive sway of her perky ass. He couldn't get her ass out of his mind. All he could think about was MJ's tight ass, tasty-looking tits, and well-fleshed thighs.