Frank took a step closer to Peter. "You want to know the best part of this, Peter? The best part is that she's just as bad as you. Tell her how we met the first time, MJ." 

 

MJ looked up from the hardwood floor. Cum frosted her red lips. She stood up, slowly, trying to muster all the dignity she could, walked over to Peter, and sat in his lap, straddling him, looking close into his eyes. She licked her lips, tasting Frank's salty cum. It was cold. She felt like such a slut. This was not who she had thought she was but yet, she felt she had to embrace this moment. She was taking her power back from this man who had made her feel so unwanted. 

 

"You were gone all the time, Peter. You were never there for me. When I wanted attention, you were too tired to give it. When I wanted sex you couldn't even get hard." She looked down. "Oh but now you are hard. You needed to watch a real man fuck your wife, huh? Well you should have been there when I found Frank on a seedy fucking BDSM site, went to a motel, and fucked his brains out." She looked into his eyes. He was crying. "Oh that's right, Peter, I let him fuck for me hours. You never even noticed I was gone. I let him tie me up, fuck my face until I gagged, let him choke me as he fucked me, felt helpless in his arms, I took load after load, and I loved it, Peter. I fucking loved it. And you never were able to do that for me. And when I came, I came and I came and I came." Peter couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. He hung his head, completely dejected. "I think we can demonstrate for you. 

 

Frank barked at her.

 

"Here slave." She slowly stood up, maintaining eye contact with Peter as she peeled her long legs off of him. Turning around, she marched obediently to Frank. 

 

"Show him your loyalty to me. On all fours.

 

She dropped to her hands and knees. 

 

"Lick my boots." She brushed her long flowing hair out of her face so Peter could watch. She made sure to stare him in the eye as she let her long pointy tongue stick out and touched the tip to his leather boots. Peter looked away. 

 

"Peter, you will watch or you will be punished," barked Frank. 

 

MJ licked the top of the boot, using the entire flat of her tongue. It tasted of mud and sweat and blood. She fought back the desire to gag. Why was she doing this. Was it really worth it? 

 

"Peter!" He had allowed his head to fall, unwilling to watch anymore. 

 

"Stand up Mary Jane. Let's show him who is boss." MJ's heart leaped in her chest. She didn't really want 

Peter hurt. All she had wanted to was to teach him a lesson.

 

Frank found a hinge in the metal chair and made it lie flat, so Peter was on his back, looking up at the ceiling of his New York apartment. Frank pulled out from his back pocket Spiderman's mask. He had frisked Pete and found it on him. Putting it on the hero he looked up at MJ. 

 

"Ever hear of water boarding, MJ? Well here is your chance to prove to him that I really do handle you better than he ever could. Step over his head."

 

MJ complied. She felt a draft, suddenly, and goosebumps began to form all along her body. Frank grabbed her by the throat. She wasn't expecting that and her whole body tightened up. First, with his free hand he grabbed her black bra and pulled it up and then down just so it exposed her full breasts and stayed tight just underneath, still giving them support and lifting them. She shuddered. What was she doing? Frank cupped one breast and then slid his hand down her side, caressing her softly, following the curve of her hips, and finding the sweet exposed cunt of Mary Jane. He slid his hand through her red pubic hair, eliciting stuttered breaths from the supermodel. He took a handful and pulled and got a loud squeak for her troubles. At this point Mary had her eyes closed, her face pointed up at the ceiling, away from all of it, as if she was pretending she wasn't there, she had no part of it. 

 

"When I make you cum, slave, you will drown your husband. They do call sex the little death, do they not?" 

 

One finger played her slit up and down, slowly. Then as he felt her open up, begin to wetten, and her clit grow, he slid two fingers inside. Making a come hither motion along the top wall of her sex she felt him excite her gspot. His grip on her throat tightened. He watched the milky white skin of her face begin to turn flushed. He loved the soft flesh of her cunt. He picked up his pace, letting his thumb stroke her clit,  He felt her sex swell, as if it were trying to push his fingers out. 

 

"Rub your cunt on his face." 

 

She complied, dragging her wet sex against his mask. She loved the feeling of her curly red hairs grinding against his face. She felt herself begin to come. Frank saw it in her face and squeezed even harder. He watched with satisfaction as her eyes opened to meet his, and then found themselves rolling up in the back of her head as a low, uncontrolled, guttural moan released itself from her throat. 

 

Peter, had never seen Mary squirt before- but now she was squirting like a sprinkler onto his face. He felt her begin to shudder on his face and his mask was soon soaked with liquid. As he tried to breathe the taste and smell of her release was overpowering. He found himeslf hoarsely coughing, and every time his head tried to jolt up with the force of it it met her juicy wet sex. It pressed his head down ruthlessly, and only served to stimulate her more. As he coughed and choked, she just continued to grind herself on him. 

 

"AAAaaahhh, ahhhhh, ahhh, fuuuccckkkkkkk! Oh my god! Fuck you Peter! Fuck you you cheating sack of shit. You're fucking lucky I'm even willing to let you taste my cum you little fucking biiiiiitch! Fuck you! Choke on it!" 

 

"MJ, you can pull the mask off him now. He's gonna die."

 

MJ didn't even seem to hear Frank, lost in her release, fucking her pussy with Peter's nose and face and chin, even using the gag in his mouth, her orgasm filling up her whole body. Frank shook his head and pulled the mask, and gag, off Peter himself.  Peter turned his head and took great wracking breaths.

 

"You were about to kill him MJ. Do you have so little love left for your husband?" His tone was amused. She really was impressing him. Maybe he could actually use this girl.

 

MJ, her scarlet lips twisted into a chilling smile, answered him. "Fuck that cheating cuckold. Fuck my ass, on top of him, as I piss on him, and piss on our fucking marriage, just like he did."