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“Hello Peter,” Felicia said, turning to face him. “I thought I’d try on one of my old swimsuits. It still fits… I’m so happy, I think we should celebrate.”

‘Fits’ was an overstatement. Her ample breasts nearly pressed through the skimpy top, while the bottoms clung indecently to her similarly voluptuous hips. She did a turn to show off and Peter was graced with the sight of the back, disappearing between the hills of her buttocks. 

He’d gone into the bedroom because it was late, he’d only just gotten in after a long Avengers mission, and he thought he’d get an early start tomorrow. But suddenly he wasn’t tired anymore.

Still, he tried to ignore the demanding signals from his groin. “Where’s Mary Jane? The kids?”

Felicia rolled her eyes before gesturing to the baby monitors. “MJ is putting them down for the night. They’ve been very quiet all day, so I doubt we’ll have any interruptions. And Spider, try to be appreciative.” She ran a hand along her flank, from the swell of her bosom to her curvy hip. “This is all yours.”

She lay back on the bed, the crotch of her swimsuit lost in the undoubtedly warm flesh of her thick thighs, and any part of Peter that still wanted to check up on the rest of his family became massively outnumbered.

“Come on and claim it,” Felicia purred, spreading herself open to Peter, letting him see that the crotch of her swimsuit was still there—only soaking in lust.

“You’re a goddess,” Peter said, staring at the lush treasure that somehow was only one-half of the fortune he possessed.

“Then worship me,” Felicia smirked.

Peter grinned. That was the best offer he’d heard all day. He forced himself to move—he could’ve stared all day at Felicia’s loveliness and not been done categorizing every aspect of her beauty. So while he kept looking at the ripe wobble of Felicia’s cleavage that came with every aroused breath, he unbuckled his belt, letting it drop to either side of his rapidly rising manhood. Then he pulled down his zipper, allowing his thick prick to spring free as he slid his pants and underwear off.

“That’s it,” Felicia said agreeably. “That’s how you show me how beautiful I am. You fuck me. You give me all of that big, hard dick and let me know I made you that hard…” 

She licked her lips, enjoying the sight of Peter ready to mount her—the sizable muscles in his sly, nimble body and even more sizable cock making him just perfect for her. She writhed on the bed, waiting for him… her cunt was warm, ready, she just knew it would feel wonderful inside her, for Peter and for her. She’d never again have to endure a failed attempt to satisfy her. His hard young member would satisfy all of her needs, just like it always had before.

She opened her arms to accept Peter as he crawled over her body, dragging his steel-hard cock along her leg. Felicia bit her lip, feeling it almost inside her, so hard, so warm, a whole world of his prick just waiting to be fucking her—then it was sliding along the lips of her cunt, spread and throbbing—shivers went up her spine. She was reminded once more that it was as big and as heavy as it looked, and no matter how much of a slut she was, it would stretch her—make her feel like a virgin again—remind her that she wasn’t a bad girl anymore, she was Peter’s, and all of her sins had been fucked out of her…

“Fuck me, Spider,” she moaned happily. Peter had taken her panties in hand and was dragging them out of the way. There was nothing between him and her but a moment of time. “Fuck your wife… the mother of your fucking child… put your cock in your goddamn soulmate!”

“Cat,” Peter whispered, fondly amused with her. He rammed himself into her lush sex, taking his place as her husband—a place no other man could fill. 

Felicia gasped, lost in a world of thought as she once more had to admit how she needed him, needed this, could never steal anything more precious than how she felt when she was his—no, he was hers, a man who could give her what she needed, maybe the only one. Certainly the only one for her.

Peter felt his member being crushed by the tightness of Felicia’s cunt, locking him inside her body. He was trapped in her embrace, unable to budge an inch in either direction as Felicia’s convulsing pleasure smashed down around his prick. She truly couldn’t get enough of him. 

Peter grunted, closing his eyes and grimacing as he resisted—the velvety crush of her folds around him was nearly enough to bring him to climax. But it relaxed, and he drew himself out of Felicia’s flowing womanhood, then pumped back into her as fast as he could, battering her tight channel into submission. 

Felicia sighed lovingly as she gave herself over to it, letting her cunt suck at him with instinctual skill, skill that she already knew wouldn’t be enough to overcome his iron will for a long, long time. She didn’t want to do anything for her first orgasm; just lie back and think of how deep he was going into her, how fully he was filling her… of all the cum her talented pussy would get out of him before they were done. 

Peter kept going, something perversely arousing in such a lustful, well-sexed woman as Felicia being reduced to just a cum dumpster beneath him, a receptacle for his cock, and loving every minute of it. Her body trembled a little more every time he thrust inside her. She was quickly approaching orgasm.

Peter decided to join her.

The liquid noise of their fucking filled the bedroom, echoing back to them in all its obscene volume. Easily louder than the cries Felicia was giving or his own feverish panting. Peter was deaf to both. All he knew or cared about was the mounting pressure in his balls. His scrotum had tightened into a balled fist of need, his semen boiling and bubbling like steam about to burst from a teakettle. It screamed for release, as did the rest of his body. Peter’s cock felt more swollen every time it went into Felicia’s seething pussy. 

His hips took over, his arms wrapping around Felicia and holding her tightly in place as he fucked into her like a runaway train, using her to the very last inch of her capability. Then there was a burst of pleasure like a starting pistol being fired. His cum raced down his length just as he slammed himself to the hilt in Felicia’s grasping cunt. She came even as he filled her up, his fluids mixing with hers, the woman’s jaw dropping as she learned once more just how much she could be his.

They groaned and strained together until they were completely spent. Exhausted, they fell away from each other, Peter’s cum seething inside of Felicia, her juices dripping off his deflating prick. 

Felicia could just barely move to touch Peter’s cheek. “Don’t tell anyone, but I feel a lot more like a goddess when you fuck me that way.”

Peter wanly smiled. “When I’m fucking you, you feel a lot more like a goddess to me too.”

“And what about me? Am I chopped liver?”

Peter lifted his head to see Mary Jane standing in the doorway, her hands angrily on her hips. Outlined by the light behind her, Peter could see every plentiful curve of her body, outlined by her loose pajamas. He couldn’t get another erection immediately after draining himself with Felicia, but as impossible as it was, he felt the first lustful stirrings.

“Of course you’re not chopped liver,” Felicia said, enjoying the sight as much as Peter. “There’s no ginger in that…”

“Peter likes ginger,” Mary Jane said, stripping off her clothes. Seeing the thatch of red hair between her thighs, Peter had to agree. His sleeping cock did too. “The babies are tucked in and I started the dishwasher—you’re welcome, everyone…”

“Would you like a reward?” Felicia asked laconically.

“Yes.” Mary Jane made a beeline for Peter. “Yes, I fucking would…”

Peter wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Mary Jane had him rock-hard in just moments, sucking on his prick with an outright refusal to let it remain soft. As he groaned, his newfound erection trembled, and the only thing on Peter’s mind was whether it should go into that copper thatch he so enjoyed the sight of or stay in her glorious mouth…

“Why don’t you get yourself a real reward?” Felicia asked, looking down at Peter’s hips covered in Mary Jane’s flowing red hair. “Nothing’s better than having him fuck you through the mattress—except maybe watching.”

Mary Jane glanced at her, her green eyes sizzling with lust. She took her mouth off of Peter, to his groaning dismay. “But you got his cock all dirty. I need to clean it off…”

Her tongue flashed out of her mouth to circle his cockhead, and Peter had to agree. MJ giving him head made him forget all about Felicia’s pussy. Having her mouth surround his prick was too good to pass up, even for a shot at her hot cunt.

“Fine by me.” Felicia rolled onto her side, throwing a leg over Peter’s waist as her hand rubbed his chest, somehow adding to the insurmountable pleasure Mary Jane was giving him. “I guess we know what you want out of MJ. But what should I do, daddy dearest? Help Red suck you off? Or maybe I should eat her out while she sucks you. It’s probably the only taste I’ll get of that juicy little pussy before you turn it into your own personal sperm bank…”

As if on cue, Peter was prevented from answering by the baby monitor transmitting the cry of a wailing infant with heart-rending fidelity. It was such a dash of cold water on all three of their aroused bodies that there was a moment of shared confusion between them; they might as well have been listening to an elephant suddenly trumpeting.

Mary Jane realized she still had her loose lips around Peter’s flagging erection and brought herself off of it. “Well?” she asked, eying Felicia.

“Well what?” Felicia returned.

“You had your turn with Peter. Now, since I’m clearly busy and Peter’s what I’m busy with…”

“That is a complete—“ Felicia heaved a sigh. “Fair point to make… God…”

She still wore the swimsuit she’d been modeling for Peter; it only took her a moment to pull the bottoms up and adjust the top, which had slipped down from her heaving breasts. Now (barely) attired, she got up, switched off the baby monitor, and hustled out of the room, leaving Mary Jane nuzzling Peter’s erection against her cheek as it started to revive.

“Before we get started again,” Mary Jane said, “you can come in my mouth if you want, but don’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t care if you talk about it with Felicia, but I don’t want anyone else to know.”

“Who would I tell?” Peter asked, trying to work himself back inside MJ’s fiery lips.

“How would I know?” Mary Jane returned. “I just know how men are. Maybe you’ll be feeling a little cocky, wanting to brag about how you have two beautiful women in your bed—Felicia may get off on that, but I don’t. Not. One. Word.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” Peter promised, not even able to imagine where Mary Jane had gotten the notion that he would gossip about their sex lives. Who would believe him? 

“Won’t what?” Mary Jane teased, running her lips around his knob but not letting them part except to speak. “Tell? Or come in my mouth?”

“Tell!” Peter blurted, driving his hips up and aiming his cock for her willing mouth—only Mary Jane lifted her head up as he did, keeping abreast of his thrust. He groaned, settling back down to the mattress, and Mary Jane grinned at how badly he wanted it. 

She glanced at the bedroom door, assuring herself that Peter was all hers for the moment, just as Felicia had had him all to herself. Then, picking up one of the many bits of discarded clothing the three of them had racked up, she threw it at the open door and knocked it shut.

“I’m not going to leave one fucking drop for Felicia…” she said, dropping her lips back down around Peter’s manhood.

He could only moan. There seemed to be no way that she could be proven wrong.

Then the other baby monitor went off. Her nerves already jangled from the first interruption, Mary Jane flew off of Peter like one of her parents had just walked in on her during her teen years.

“Jesus!” Peter moaned at the sudden stop to his pleasure. It perversely sent a fresh spike of lust through him, making his cock harder than ever, increasing his need to the absolute limit. He bit the inside of his cheek and resisted the urge to smash the monitor to pieces and finish himself off in the first orifice of Mary Jane’s that he could get to. “I’ll—I’ll get it.”

“Like that?” Mary Jane asked, eying his erection as she came away from him. She picked up a morning gown from the hooks on the closet door. “You’ll give the kid a complex. I’ll do it. Guys never know when a woman is in the mood; why would a baby?”

Peter dropped his head back to the pillow, unable to say anything. Mary Jane left. And as she walked out the door, she saw Felicia coming down the hallway toward her.

“Finished already?” Felicia asked.

“Not by a long shot,” Mary Jane told her.

“I’ll keep him warm for you.”

As they passed each other, Mary Jane told herself that she didn’t care if the kids grew up to be serial killers. She was getting one of those robotic nannies from the Fantastic Four and she was getting one first thing in the morning.