Forsake Your Vows update

Eddie shook his head like he was clearing it of something. He smiled at Mary Jane.

Her blood was pounding on her eardrums, heating up her skin until it prickled. Her head swam. She felt a sense of danger, but no urge to flee, to get away. The best thing, MJ thought, would be to make sure she was in control. Nothing would happen if she took charge and didn’t want it to.

They were both somewhat drunk, but Eddie had drained more of the bottle than her. That gave her the advantage. With swift, decisive motions, she tightened the sash of her robe and stood.

“I think I’d better put on something else, don’t you?”

“No,” Eddie said immediately.

Mary Jane’s voice faltered. “I mean that we’d both feel better if I was wearing something that wasn’t so easy to…”

She couldn’t go any further than that.

“Easy to what?” Eddie asked, meeting her eyes in the sure knowledge that she would look into his.

“You know what.”

MJ looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm. Was he not feeling all that she was feeling? The broad slab of his chest seemed motionless; hers heaved up and down. Which drew the avid interest of his eyes, peering directly at her nipples floating under the shining satin of her bathrobe.

“You know too,” Eddie said. “Is that why you’re so excited?”

Mary Jane laughed nervously. “You must not be excited, then. I guess you can’t be too interested.”

“Would you like me to show you how excited I am?” Eddie asked. His voice was thickening, filling with lust. “Would you like me to show you how interested I am?”

“I know how excited you are.” Oh God, what am I saying? Mary Jane asked herself. I’m teasing him! I’m making it worse!

“Then why are you torturing me the way you are?” Eddie said solemnly. “There’s no hiding how lovely you are—but you could at least try.”

“Lovelier than Anne?” Mary Jane asked softly, hoping the reminder of his ex-wife… who Eddie had always been friendly, even flirtatious with… would throw him off his play for her.

“Lovelier than anyone,” Eddie whispered. “It’d be a lot easier on me if Anne looked as good as you did. I could think about her. Think only about her. The way I do you.”

For the first time Mary Jane let her eyes drop to his crotch and saw the massive swelling there. “I just want to get back at Peter. That’s all. I don’t love you.”

“I don’t need you to say that you do. Your body talks clearly enough.”

Oh God. “And I’m just going to let you see me. That will get to Pete. Knowing you’ve… seen me. You deserve that much.”

“That’s all I want.”

“You won’t touch me?”

Eddie gave her a sardonic smile, as if amused that she would even ask. “I won’t put my hands anywhere they don’t belong.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Mary Jane muttered, her stomach roiling. “I can’t trust you. Not at all.”

“Then why did you come here? To be with someone you don’t trust? Who does things you don’t want him to?”

Mary Jane didn’t answer. Instead, her fingers went to the knot of her sash, pulling at it until she had the slippery fabric loose.

She wanted to show herself to Eddie, all of her, nothing held back. She wanted to see how he reacted to her when she was giving him everything.

MJ knew it was awful to be doing this, going tit for tat with Peter, but the urge was overwhelming and she couldn’t muster any resistance to it in the time it took to pull open her robe and shuck it off her shoulders. There. It was done. There was no going back.

Whatever happened would happen. She’d let it happen just as she’d made it happen. She hadn’t wanted for Peter to cheat on her, but this she’d brought into being. And even as it went on, she would fight it with every ounce of her being because this wasn’t supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen, no matter how her body throbbed and ached and needed.

Eddie’s face froze, his expression trapped in a look of enthralled lust as he memorized her naked flesh. Mary Jane glowed, torn between shame and excitement, warmed by both. She slowly pirouetted before Eddie, showing him the high creamy roundness of her ass. Then arching gracefully as she finished her turn so he was drawn back to her breasts, swaying with her slight motion, jiggling pertly. Her nipples were stiffening, the penduluming pocket watches that hypnotized Eddie’s gaze.

“Still not going to touch me?” Mary Jane breathed, teasing him because she couldn’t stop herself.

Eddie licked his chops and nodded. The shifting light gleamed off the saliva on his lips.

Mary Jane touched herself, delicately, using only her fingertips, as if indicating the curves of her body to Eddie rather than truly feeling them. Her fingers traced the smooth lines of her ribs and her flat, sun-honeyed belly. She ran the pads of her fingers up the curving undersides of her breasts so that the globes lifted a little higher and then quivered back down into place after her touch was gone.

Eddie’s breath burst free of his throat, then clawed its way back inside. The sound of it thrilled Mary Jane even further. She stepped closer to him.

His eyes madly devoured her supple flesh. She was watching his feverish gaze so closely that she didn’t notice he was grabbing for her until his hands had clasped the backs of her thighs. Then she squealed in surprise.

Eddie pulled her in, squeezing her buttocks while he shoved his face into the satiny expanse of her stomach. She felt his wet tongue licking over her navel.

“Ohhh! Oh!” she gasped, pulling clear of him before the feel of his touch could spread all over her heated body like a flashfire.

And she tried to act shocked, offended, but she was still trembling from his tongue dipping into her belly button and his fingers digging into her tight ass. Her mind was simply reeling from all she’d felt and all she could’ve felt.

“You said you wouldn’t touch, Eddie,” she trilled, not sure if she was mocking him or just prodding the sleeping bear even harder. “You said so! You said!”

“I’m supposed to be able to stop myself?” Eddie asked hoarsely. “Why? You couldn’t.”

He flexed a quick smile. The fingers that had groped her ass were still curled into the shape of what they’d felt.

“Eddie… Eddie…” Mary Jane whimpered, backing off.

Her heart was one continuous pounding, then even its ceaseless motion jumped when Eddie got to his feet. He had to stoop a little because his erection was all crimped up in his pants. Mary Jane could still feel where her flesh had dimpled around his crushing fingers and the cool trace of saliva left along her belly like graffiti.

If I don’t stop this now, she thought, there will be no stopping it at all.

“I can’t do this. Oh God, please, Eddie, don’t tempt me, don’t make me betray Peter, I can’t stop myself, I want it too much!”

Slowly, deliberately unzipping his fly, Eddie approached her. “He betrayed you first,” he said, his eyes tracing over her nudity as if he were going over all he was about to do to her in his mind.

Mary Jane kept backing up, looking pitifully into his eyes. She shook her head, saying no but unable to make any sound pass through her moving lips.

“That doesn’t make it right,” she finally managed to say.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s right. It matters how it feels.”

He’d backed her into the wall. Eddie unbuttoned his fly and his cotton-clad bulge rose out from between his spreading zipper. Excitement, anticipation needled through Mary Jane’s trembling body. He took her face in his hand and his mouth met hers.

“No, Eddie, we have to stop!” she keened. “What about Annie?”

“Where is she?”

“She’s at a sleepover.”

His lips covered hers again—his tongue slid between her open teeth. Eddie’s hands moved to her shoulders, then graced her breasts. They filled his palms.

Gently squeezing all the softness she had to offer him, Eddie kissed her cheek, her neck, then moved his lips to her ear and breathed flame into it along with his tongue.

“Then we should get to have our own sleepover,” Eddie whispered.

“Ohhhhhh!”

Her body was absolutely pliant, absolutely yielding. Her sex was a wet throb and as he kissed her ear, caressed her bust, Mary Jane found herself needing to complete the circuit—provide a home for the restless energy she felt as Eddie had found one for his.

She slid her hands beneath the elastic of Eddie’s shorts. Then she was holding his huge hot cock, pulling it free, stroking it so urgently she must’ve been making up for lost time.

She didn’t care how soon Annie would get home, just that Eddie fucked her as much as he could before then.