Under New Management: Peter fucks them both at once. (Patreon)

“Felicia, open your mouth and tongue Mary Jane’s ass for me.”

Felicia fumed, trying to make up her mind. She hated the thought of helping to get off Peter’s stupid wife… but God, that was a nice ass.

With a sigh, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, thinking of how many times she’d adopted this pose before Peter came on her face. But she’d tempted Peter into all those naughty flings. Now he was imposing them on her. It felt different… unwelcome… kinky…

Peter climbed right over her, up onto the wall over her head, pushing Mary Jane’s tight ass into her face. It quivered like jelly—Felicia could see how Mary Jane was enjoying having Peter’s cock inside her, being carried around by him with the stranglehold of her arms and legs holding her deeply penetrated on his cock.

With one hand supporting Mary Jane’s weight—clearly enjoying touching that pert ass—Peter took his other to Felicia’s head, grabbing her by her platinum hair.

“You don’t get to be an independent cat burglar right now,” he told her, giving her scalp a painful, exciting tug. “You’re a sex toy. And I want to use you on my wife’s hole.”

Felicia gritted her teeth. But she couldn’t deny how wet her cunt was.

The redhead tittered and wiggled against Peter, her swaying hips clearly trying to solicit more of his feverish thrusts. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into getting a sex slave—but I think I’m going to enjoy it, tiger.”

“That’s what she’s here for, to make you enjoy it. Anything you want, you just say the word. She’ll never admit it, but Felicia loves being told what to do.”

“Mmm,” Mary Jane cooed. “And does she love eating pussy?”

“Not as much as me,” Peter teased her. “But she’ll show you how much. Because if she doesn’t, I’m going to beat her to it. And she can spend the evening webbed to the wall, not getting to do anything but watch.

Seething, Felicia puckered her lips. She kissed the fullness of Mary Jane’s taut ass, cringing in distaste, though Mary Jane didn’t taste bad. She had a sweet, mild flavor—charged with pheromones and sweat—and her asshole was a soft pink that roiled against Felicia’s tongue and invited her in, it sucked so hard at every little lap that Felicia gave it.

Felicia lewdly shuddered. She hated having to play second fiddle to Mary Jane, but Peter had outplayed her. Turned her on too much for her to put up a fight. She planted her soft lips against Mary Jane’s anus and sucked on the tender sphincter, whirling her tongue around the rim, then pressing it inside.

“Hhooo!” Mary Jane wailed. “Oh God, I’ve never—Peter, it’s like when you finger my ass—I can still feel your cock in my pussy, but oh God, her tongue! I want her to fuck my ass with that tongue!”

Felicia drove her tongue into Mary Jane’s rectum; God help her, MJ even tasted good there. She used her free hand to fondle Mary Jane’s firm ass. Her hand ran over Peter’s, getting a good grope of Mary Jane’s hips himself, and felt the cool metal of his wedding band amidst all the warm, sweating flesh.

Felicia felt a stab of jealousy, then again became aware of the collar wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t a wedding ring, but she’d never wanted that anyway. And she’d always been so conscious of her body—maybe her own flesh was trying to tell her something. That it was only her pride that objected to being the Parker family sex slave; the rest of her fucking loved it.

“God, you two like my ass so much!” Mary Jane simpered. “Maybe you should both penetrate me there next! How about it, Felicia? Would you like to eat my ass while Peter’s fucking it? Uuunngh!”

Felicia barely managed to wrench her tongue away from MJ’s hole by telling herself Peter was still fucking her, still getting her off. “No, I want to fuck it! I want to ram a strap-on inside you right next to Spider’s cock!”

Peter grabbed Felicia by the back of the head and held her still as he rutted into Mary Jane, forcing her ass into Felicia’s ass, sandwiching them all together in one big fuck. “You like being Felicia’s mistress?” he asked Mary Jane.

“I love it! When you come in me, I’m going to have her lick my cunt clean for you!”

“Yeah, yeah--!” Peter groaned, his thumb petting Felicia’s scalp while the rest of him pounded into Mary Jane.

“I’ll make her bathe me,” Mary Jane cooed. “And brush my hair for me. It’s so much work making it smooth and sleek and all soft… my little arms get so tired.”

“They don’t feel tired now,” Peter grunted, with her arms pulling him close, sending the message that she wouldn’t let him stop fucking her into Felicia’s tongue.

“That’s why I need to save my strength, tiger! I have to hold on tight when you fuck me this hard!”

Felicia tried to focus on tonguing Mary Jane’s sweet ass. The hole closed around her tongue, pulsing with the lewd aftershocks from how Peter hilted himself in the redhead.

“Ooh, Peter! She’s making my ass so hot! After you’ve fucked my pussy, will you fuck my ass too?”

“I’ll fuck both of you everywhere! You sluts could keep a man hard for days!” He shot weblines to the ceiling and looped them under his arms so he could hold himself up with both hands free. Holding Felicia’s face down in Mary Jane’s ass. Holding himself deep in Mary Jane. Forcing them all together so that Mary Jane felt pure paradise, nothing but Peter’s cock fucking her pussy and Felicia’s tongue fucking her asshole.

Felicia could feel how Peter’s cock filled her, sheathing itself in Mary Jane’s cunt and shaking the walls of her ass with its throbbing arousal. She could only envy Mary Jane. It must’ve felt like she had a jackhammer inside her, even when Peter wasn’t moving an inch.

“GGH! PETER! I’m coming! I’m gonna come in my ass—come with you in my cunt! It’s not just Felicia! I’m your bitch, tiger! I’m fucking yours!” And she went wild kissing Peter’s face, her only way to express her love when her hands were out of her control, pulling her own red tresses, and the rest of her seemed to only exist to be fucked between Peter and Felicia.

“I’m gonna come in you, baby,” Peter groaned, sharing a few kisses with Mary Jane but unable to stop talking… knowing on some level that it was getting Felicia off to hear their debauched intimacy secondhand. One big happy family. “If you don’t want me to come in you, you shouldn’t have such a sweet little cunt to milk my prick!”

“I love it when you come inside me so much! It feels so good filling me up! Leaves me warm for hours! I get to remember I’m your cum dumpster all day!”

Peter lost almost all control, any thought of pleasing Mary Jane—she was so close now that nothing could fail to get her off. All he wanted was to sate his own inexhaustible lust. He rutted into his wife hard and fast, knocking Felicia for a loop with the thrusts plowing right through Mary Jane’s body.

Felicia moaned into Mary Jane’s ass, promising herself never again… even if MJ had to have her turn, she wouldn’t let Peter make her go without. If Mary Jane got his prick, she’d have his tongue, his fingers, even his wife—something to get her off just like the redhead.

But God, why did it have to be so hot for him to just… deny her over and over again, while Mary Jane got to come like only Spider-man could make a woman come?

Mary Jane squealed out her orgasm and Peter husked out his own climax; Felicia wished she could hear it better, but it was in Mary Jane’s ear, she got to hear him come and know it was all hers, the witch.

Peter carried Mary Jane to the bed Felicia had made for them. They sprawled together, his prick still inside of Mary Jane, feeling the massage her cunt gave as she kept roiling with the splendid climax Felicia had partly been responsible for.

They embraced, arms and legs intertwined, kissing, their tongues darting back and forth, while Felicia remained webbed to the wall, feeling like a cock-sheath they could use and discard as they wished.

It turned her on—the weird, debased fantasy—but it also brought tears to her eyes. She had to know it was just a fantasy; that Peter really did love her. That even Mary Jane at least liked her.

When the webbing wore off, Peter and Mary Jane were still collapsed on the bed. Felicia pulled herself free and peeled the stray threads of webbing off her naked body. They looked so perfect, lying there, wrapped up in each other. She didn’t know what to do with them.