Venus Voluptuous (Patreon)

Venus loved men. All men. Worthy men she loved all the more. But men in love she loved best. Not because she was a homewrecker or a man-stealer or anything like that. She just thought a man was never more beautiful than when he was beautiful forsomeone.

Spider-Man struck her that way. But he was also a man conflicted, a man wearied, a man in doubt. Venus knew well the sort. So busy dealing with responsibilities that he had little time for the rewards those responsibilities were supposed to bring.

And he’d been such a big help in dealing with the Atlas theater company. No doubt a rare night out for him, ruined by the Atlas Foundation’s actions, and of necessity, they couldn’t even let him remember it. It made Venus’s heart sink. She had to make it up to Spider-Man. So before Bob tinkered with his memory, Venus whispered an instruction to him.

“Can you link me—briefly—to the Spider-Man? Just enough to let him know my intentions. See if he wants to see me later… and if he does, maybe slip his home address into my mind? I don’t want to do anything he disapproves of, I’d just like to show him some appreciation.”

Bob’s lips quirked. He wasn’t much for emotional displays, but he did seem slightly put-off by her request. “Why don’t you just give him a business card?”

“Oh, I never keep around little gidgets like that. And it’s so impersonal. And I’m sure I won’t have time to track him down later, the way Jimmy keeps us working. Just let him know I’m interested.”

“He’s married,” Bob informed her, not unkindly.

“I know. He has that air of mature love, like a well-aged wine. I want to meet her as well. She must be quite a woman to capture his heart.”

Bob set his lips in a thin line. “He… wants to show her off to you?” He sounded suspicious.

Venus beamed. “I have a very trustworthy aura, Bob. People respond to that. Thank you, Bob. Now I think I’ll change into something nice and pamper myself a bit. The man doesn’t deserve to see me looking like such a mess!”

Even Bob could tell that she looked delicious—for a human.

***

Venus let herself into Peter’s apartment, knowing she was welcome, if not expected. She got drinks from the refrigerator, noticing they didn’t have a refrigerated cocktail cabinet—she would see about getting one delivered—but they did have bowls and nuts and chips, which she set out.

When Peter and MJ came home from whatever errand they’d been on, Venus was overjoyed to welcome them back.

“Hello! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’ve been waiting all night!”

Peter froze in the middle of taking off his jacket, stopping to look her up and down. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked in confusion.

Mary Jane nudged him threateningly in the ribs. “You’d better hope not!” Then she got a better look at Venus and let out a low whistle. “Then again, I suppose I could recover from you schtupping a girl like that…”

“I haven’t schtupped anyone!” Peter protested, his eyes darting to Venus though he tried to drag them to his wife. “I mean, outside the bonds of matri—I mean, since we’ve been married—I mean, other than you!”

“Knew you’d get it eventually,” Mary Jane said, staring openly at Venus. “Who is she?”

“It’s a long story,” Venus admitted. “Shall we say I met Peter at his ‘other job’?” She winked theatrically. “You know, that emergency on Broadway. Peter was a big help, but you know how society is these days—so secretive—so my associates kept you and all the innocent bystanders from remembering any of it. Sorry!”

“Spy stuff,” Peter sighed. “I might have known.”

“Well, in a manner of speaking,” Venus allowed. “But it’s not very heroic, is it? Accepting your help and then not even letting you remember what a good deed you did? I thought I’d stop by and smooth things over, if we caused you any problems, or simply celebrate your victory, even if you don’t remember it!”

Mary Jane didn’t think this chick needed to wear less than a bath towel to celebrate this victory Peter couldn’t even remember, but she wasn’t one to talk. It did at least look stylish—not that she could think of anything that wouldn’t look chic on this girl.

She nudged Peter in the ribs.

“Look, miss…” he began.

“Venus. You know, like the goddess of love?”

“Or the planet,” Mary Jane retorted. “Peter, isn’t it a gas giant?”

“Don’t be mean,” Venus pouted at her. “Unless you want to be mean. You look very cute when you’re mean. And when you’re defending your mate. I can see why you don’t want to share him. He’s enough to make any girl jealous, now isn’t he?”

“Venus,” Peter said firmly, cutting off both Venus’s verbiage and any response Mary Jane might’ve made. “No offense, but Mary Jane and I don’t get a lot of time to ourselves, so if it’s all the same to you, we’ll just celebrate in private.”

“Oh! You want to have sex!” Venus smiled bashfully. “Why didn’t you just say so, you sly dog? Let’s!”

At one little touch to a catch on her dress, the whole thing fell away, leaving her wearing nothing more than her strappy heels.

Peter and Mary Jane were struck speechless. She strutted towards them, every move a symphony of toned muscle, luscious curves. Mary Jane found herself breathless. Peter’s cock strained at the inside of his pants.

He tried to restrain himself—putting an arm around Mary Jane’s waist to remind him of her existence. Somehow his hand ended up going into her dress, feeling her crotch.

“No need for jealousy,” Venus trilled to them, her firm breasts jiggling with her light footfalls, sending tremors through the married couple as they followed every little spark of motion. “I’m not here to take or steal. I only want to share in what you have. Help you express it. Mary Jane, do you know how much Peter loves you? Even now, with all of myself offered to him, what he really wants is…”

She came in close to Mary Jane. Each quickened breath pushed her tits out; each exhale snatched them back. Mary Jane felt like moaning as her cleavage brushed against that of Venus. Then Venus leaned in, her breasts flattening against Mary Jane’s as much as either of their buoyant chests could flatten, and she kissed MJ.

Lips tangling together, twitching as one, slowly opening. Venus’s tongue darted out and ran teasingly along Mary Jane’s lower lip, forward to her sharp teeth, sampling the patina of toothpaste and mouthwash that made MJ taste as delicious as she looked. But Mary Jane wouldn’t let Venus have another taste. Her teeth opened, letting out a sigh, then Venus’s tongue drove into her submissive mouth and roamed hungrily over her own tongue.

Mary Jane gasped as she tasted another woman’s kiss, then felt her teeth gently gnawing her plush lips and even the flesh of her cheeks before she returned and favored Mary Jane with the next kiss the redhead so ardently desired. Venus’s hands ran along Mary Jane’s figure, petting her dress down tight to her body, and Mary Jane forgot all about Peter in a swell of desire to be felt, kissed, undressed… all but a vague thought of being watched, and enjoying that voyeurism.

There was nothing crude or mean-spirited in the gaze she felt on her. It delighted Mary Jane. It accepted her. It spurred on her pleasure and gloried in it.

Then Mary Jane felt Venus’s hand on her head, turning her face to look at Peter, watching the two passionate women. His muscles knotted—he was straining hard to control himself, straining even to endure a degree of passion he’d never been brought to before.

“Look at him, Mary Jane,” Venus said into Mary Jane’s lips, brushing her mouth together with MJ’s for little snippets of tasting kisses before she returned to the words she needed to let out. “Look how he desires you. Even next to me, he still longs for you. Even me, he sees in comparison to you. Isn’t that beautiful?”

“Yes,” Mary Jane moaned. Like she was coming out of a trance, she came to an awareness of Peter’s devotion to her, his lust for her, the sheer passion it was capable of.

She’d never forgotten, but she had allowed it to become commonplace, a fixture of her life. Now Venus had stripped away that familiarity. Uncolored by that, the shock of it hit Mary Jane like an orgasm. She felt short of breath.

“And isn’t he beautiful?” Venus’s lips traced across Mary Jane’s cheek, approaching the shell of her ear. She sucked on the lobe, stopping only to whisper. “Aren’t you a lucky woman? For all your beauty, all your talent, all your grace—aren’t you so fortunate to have found a man this brave, patient, understanding, devoted to you above all others? Above even goddesses?”