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“You cooked?” was perhaps not the best way for Peter to respond when Mary Jane showed up at the crime lab with lunch in tow, but there was no way around it. For all the talents Mary Jane had—actress, fashionista, secretary, club owner, model, and mother—the culinary arts had eluded her. Owing to Aunt May’s dutiful instruction, Peter had picked up the tao of home-cooked meals with there still being a home by dessert.

Mary Jane smirked and scowled at him in equal measure; a talent she did possess. “It’s Applebee’s. I know you and Mayday usually have some daughter-daddy time over lunch, but since she’s training, and Phil’s mentoring her, I figured you’d be all alone. And maybe I can’t offer you any father-daughter bonding… but it could still be daddy time.”

She propped her foot up on a stool, smiling as she watched a familiar bulge appear in the front of Peter’s pants.

“I kinda thought we put that to bed last time,” Peter said, his face turning slightly red.

“And now we’re out of bed,” Mary Jane answered. “And we’ve been married too long not to know how it works for the two of us. The more we get, the more we want. And now that I have you all to myself… mind if I have you? All to myself?”

Hitting the familiar, flirty innuendo, seeing Peter grow both flustered and aroused at the same time, Mary Jane felt a rush electrify her sore pussy. Peter’d satisfied her plenty last night. But that was last night. And she saw no reason for them to rest on their laurels.

“I’m out of practice on the witty repartee,” Peter said, cruising up to her. “So I think I’ll let my actions speak for me.”

He flipped her skirt up over her panties—as skimpy and as pink as her nightie had been the night before. Mary Jane was thinking of starting a new fashion line.

Peter’s hand closed over her scantily covered cunt, his fingertips scorching the damp crotch of her panties. “Now I think I remember what to do with this,” Peter husked, meeting her eyes and loving the look she gave him as much as Mary Jane loved the look she was getting. “But don’t you think we’re a little old for a quickie?”

“You’re right,” Mary Jane nodded. “You’ll just have to try to last the whole hour.”

The reminder of just how his lunch hour was really a lunch hour hit Peter’s mind like a boxing bell ringing. “God bless the union.” He shoved her down on top of a nearby stool. “Don’t you budge, Mrs. Parker. I’ll be right back.”

“Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave,” Mary Jane quipped as he rushed off with a big grin on his face.

She watched him turn down the lights, then put a sign on the door to the lab to the effect that sensitive experimentation was in progress and anyone with a bachelor’s degree or less should keep out. Then he jammed a stool against the doorknob for good measure.

As for Mary Jane—she was unzipping her dress, her fingers shaking a little. By the time Peter returned, his wife was standing naked among the lab tables.

“Don’t want anyone else to get a look at Poppa Peter’s personal property?” she teased. “Or just afraid that if anyone catches us in flagrante delicto, you’ll rack up too many admirers to handle?”

“If I can handle you, I can handle a whole mob,” Peter boasted, staring at her tall, lean body—her pert breasts—the golden tan that erased all but a few of her freckles—the stunning red hair that traipsed down to the nape of her neck. Mary Jane undressing had disheveled it and it now had a shaggy wildness that Peter found unbearably erotic.

“Oh, you can handle me?” Mary Jane giggled. “Prove it.”

Peter shed his own clothes with lightning speed, his artificial leg emerging easily from his lowering trousers. Mary Jane felt an inner wince at the sight of it, but couldn’t truly hate it. It was part of Peter—his decision to accept the prosthetic limb instead of chasing the heroism of his dwindling youth—and in a weird way, it had given her the peace and stability with Peter she’d been craving since she’d gotten her head on straight enough to want anything more than an adrenaline rush.

She just hoped Peter accepted it. Well, she’d show him she loved him every inch as much after the injury as she had before. Maybe even more now. He wasn’t just her husband anymore. He was the father of her child and she loved that man, this family, more than her body could ever express.

But it could go a long way in trying.

“First things first,” Peter said, lifting her up with ease onto an empty lab table. “It is my lunch hour, after all…”

Mary Jane shook wildly as Peter lowered his face closer and closer to her hot sex. Her legs spread open like a dancer’s, revealing that her sex was as pink as her excitedly blushing face.

“Hurry!” she pleaded. “I can hardly wait, Peter! Even the minute it’s over, I can just barely wait until the next time… some days I just want you to fuck me forever!”

“That’s the plan,” Peter said, placing his hands on either of Mary Jane’s toned thighs. He opened her legs even further and dropped his mouth to her crotch.

Mary Jane’s legs quivered, toes curling, as she felt Peter’s hot breath on her pussy. She knew how good his tongue would feel inside her and could only just hold herself still to await its touch. But still she wasn’t prepared for the bolt of sensation that hit her when Peter’s tongue slid into her swollen opening.

It felt so good that Mary Jane cried out right away. Her cunt was still sore and tingling from the hard fucking last night, but Peter’s tongued washed away the ache, made it feel like she was glowing.

“Aaaahh!” Mary Jane gasped, almost sliding right off the table. “Oh yes, Peter… yes!” This was just what she needed. She felt like a fool, sending Peter off that morning with a kiss on the cheek instead of dragging him back to bed for a whole day of this.

Peter grinned, laying a few wet kisses on the inside of Mary Jane’s quaking thigh before he continued. He liked to work MJ up to a plateau with his tongue, leaving her somewhere between dazed and tender by the time he entered her. Then there were rolling climaxes with every pistoning thrust he gave her, Mary Jane clinging to him as he fucked her through her orgasmic bliss, until her quaking pussy finally got to him and he came. It was delicious, heavenly, something Mary Jane demanded he do for her every anniversary, each year on her birthday, and whenever he got a bonus. Peter remembered that when he’d been promoted to his current position, Mary Jane’s idea of celebrating had been wearing whipped cream to bed. Thank God Mayday’d had a sleepover that night…

Peter ran his tongue over and across the tart slit of Mary Jane’s womanhood, wandering from one slope of her shuddering labia to the other. As his tongue came to the top of her opening, he dwindled how much of it was touching her—getting to her quivering clit, he only flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Then pressed down on the sensitive little bud with his lips in a luscious kiss.

“Aaahh!” Mary Jane squealed, out of her mind with passion. Peter was volleying her with overwhelming sensations—his puckered lips sucking at her button—then his tongue lashing it back and forth—below, all of her pussy quaked in sensuous hunger. Mary Jane wondered if she should ask him to finger her; could she take it if he did?

Peter’s tongue slashed and stroked. It felt better than any other man she’d ever been with, better than any vibrator she’d ever owned—almost as good as his cock. And Mary Jane was almost ready to climax.

She pushed her ass to the edge of the lab table, about to fall off it before Peter collared her hips with his hands and held her in place. She didn’t care. She just wanted Peter’s tongue touching every inch of her trembling cunt. MJ could hardly wait to return the favor and spill her taste right into his mouth. That would feel even more wondrous than this did.

Peter made his tongue wide and flat, running it over the outside of Mary Jane’s pussy to lap up her cream. He smacked his lips satisfyingly just an inch from her clit. Mary Jane’s hands locked on his head. She pushed him down to give another kiss to her clitoris, then groaned ecstatically when he did.

Peter reached around her body, one hand squeezing her delectable ass, the other reaching up to a nubile breast, filling his hand with it and molding the soft flesh inside his closing fingers. Mary Jane moaned, bending her head to kiss the wrist of his caressing hand—taking one hand off his scalp to run it over the sculpted muscles of his reaching arms. But she made sure one hand stayed on his head, keeping him between her legs and licking her cunt.

Mary Jane’s head swam, whirling in ecstatic circles. She heard noises through the wall, men arguing with raised voices. Peter’s cunnilingus was even more exciting knowing that not one of them knew what was happening next door.

She wanted Peter’s tongue inside of her, touching the deepest part of her hot cunt. She opened her lips to tell Peter but he was already starting, his fingers flying down to her groin to tease open the fluttering lips of her pussy.

“Yessss,” Mary Jane keened. “Give me your tongue, tiger! Fuck my snatch with that tongue!”

Peter didn’t need anything more than his wife’s request. He loved the feel of her warm sex wrapped around his tongue, roiling in orgasm, favoring his taste buds with burst after burst of her cream. He plunged inside of her, eyes closed so all he could sense was her wetness and heat surrounding him.

It felt like her cunt was squeezing his tongue hard enough to pull it right in. He was grateful as hell that as hot as Mary Jane’s pussy was when he fucked her, it was even hotter when he tongued her, seeming to return each hot kiss he gave it in kind.

“More!” she moaned. “Lick inside me, Peter! Make me come! It already feels like… mmmmmm… like you’re addicted to my pussy!”

Peter didn’t bother trying to deny it. He drove his tongue in deeper, pushing into Mary Jane’s convulsing passage as far as he could go. Her inner muscles felt like a tidal undertow pulling at his tongue, urging it to lick harder against her slick folds.

Peter couldn’t help but recall the irresistible feel of his prick inside of Mary Jane’s cunt, savoring this same stroking rhythm. And his cock was aching, demanding the same treatment that Mary Jane was giving his tongue. Peter found himself unable to think of anything else, not even how to trawl his tongue through Mary Jane’s wetness, pleasuring her. He just had to assuage this new, unbearable hunger.

Drawing his tongue out of Mary Jane, Peter pulled her down to the floor with him. Suddenly, instead of him kneeling before Mary Jane, he was kneeling over her prone body.

“Peter!” Mary Jane whined. “Don’t stop! I’m so ready…”

“So am I,” Peter rasped. “And I am addicted to you, but it’s not my tongue that can’t get enough…”

Mary Jane grinned. She should’ve known that a guy like Peter, a man of action, couldn’t eat her out forever with a big hard-on like his demanding attention. Now that the pleasure had let up for a minute, she couldn’t stand it either. A cock like that couldn’t go to waste, even for the sake of the incredible oral she’d been getting.

“Come and get your fill,” she cooed to Peter. “And give me mine too.”