Auld Lang Syne 3

“Don’t answer that,” Peter groaned. “I’m not done with your mouth yet.”

Mary Jane reached up to pat his arm. “You are for the next few minutes,” she tittered, wiggling around until she’d gotten her hand on her phone. “Hello?”

“Hello,” Felicia said. “Hope this isn’t a bad time.”

“No, it’s good,” Mary Jane said cheerily. “It’s very, very good.”

“Really? Having been a teenage girl myself once, I’m sure my mother wouldn’t think it was such a great time.”

“Oh, Mayday isn’t on my mind at the moment,” Mary Jane laughed. “I just finished sucking Peter off and as soon as he gets his wind back, he’s going to fuck me senseless.”

“Presumptuous, aren’t you?” Peter chuckled.

Mary Jane blew him a kiss. Peter stuck out his tongue at her. MJ seized him by the hair and pulled him between her legs.

“If you’re going to wag that thing around, you might as well use it.”

“Huh?” Felicia asked.

“Not you, dear,” Mary Jane said. “Peter. I’m teaching him that if he makes faces, they’re going to get sat on.”

Felicia sighed. “Training a husband. It’s a lifelong commitment. I’ll call you back later.”

“No,” Mary Jane said quickly. “Don’t hang up. I’ve been meaning to call you, it’s just Peter’s got his tongue inside me and I’ll lose my focus before we make any plans…”

“Sounds fun,” Felicia purred. “I wish I could hear better.”

“Let me put you on speaker phone.” Mary Jane pressed the button, giving her husband a sly grin. “Peter, say hi.” She rested her hand on top of Peter’s skull and hunched her hips at his face. He sucked on her clit extra loud. “Yeah, tiger, eat my clit. Let Felicia hear how you make me come…”

“Is Peter really sucking on your clit?”

“What can I say? I’ve got him pretty well-trained by now. It feels—mmmmmm—you know how good it feels. What about you?”

“I’ve got my hands down my pants,” Felicia breathed. “Just like you would have if Peter were eating me out.”

Peter sucked louder. The idea of Felicia listening to him going down on his wife excited him almost as much as the prospect of fucking her while Mary Jane watched. He was content—more than content, overjoyed—with his marriage. But he was also human. And with MJ suggesting a return to the good old days, he was hardly in a position to say no.

Mary Jane smiled and petted Peter’s hair and said into the phone, “Can you hear?”

“Uh-huh. Feels like I’m right there. I’m usually pretty good at making myself come, but right now… Gawddd… I don’t think I’ll even need my nipple clamps. How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m close,” Mary Jane moaned. “Lick my clit, tiger.” She hauled in breath and thrashed in giddy exhilaration. Peter was doing everything to her that she could want man or woman to do. “Oohhh, yes, Mr. Parker, that’s it! That’s how you do it! I’m almost there!”

“So close, so close!” Felicia gasped with her.

They panted and moaned at each other as they came, Peter biting into Mary Jane’s clit hard enough to hurt as the phone shook with the sound of Felicia’s climax.

Next to his wife, Felicia was the sexiest thing that’d ever been poured into a set of shoes. Anything she did with them would be alright by Peter. Even if she just wanted to eat MJ out, they’d break the bed after when he railed Mary Jane right in her well-lubricated pussy.

“Holy shit!” Felicia wheezed. “I just remembered how good it was to watch the two of you fuck.”

“Since when have you just watched?” Mary Jane challenged her.

“Can I help it if I always have to step in and show you two boring marrieds how it’s done? Like now, for instance. Peter, want me to show you how to eat your wife’s pussy?”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat, then hammered double-time to make up for it. “And what makes you think she’ll let you?”

“Because even if she doesn’t, you’ll just hold her down for me,” Felicia laughed. “After all, didn’t she vow to love, honor, and obey?”

“I think that might’ve been me,” Peter replied.

“Then Mary Jane, tell your husband to be a dear and hold you down.”

Mary Jane gave Peter a wink. “I think Peter will be busy holding himself down, so you’ll just have to seduce me.”

Felicia howled with laughter. “It’ll be just like a bit of wife-swapping. Only I don’t have a wife, so you’ll just have to both fuck me.”

“Just so long as you and Mary Jane don’t take too long,” Peter said, barely able to hold in his excitement.

“I’m having a cocktail party tonight,” Felicia said. “Think you can show?”

“We’ll show,” Mary Jane giggled. “What time and what’s the dress code?”

“About eight,” Felicia said. “And try to look good. Just don’t come naked. I want the guests to know I’m there too.”

“We’re coming,” Mary Jane teased.

“So I heard,” Felicia teased her right back. “Now do a little something for your husband so he isn’t in agony all day.”

“I will,” Mary Jane promised her. “But I think I’ll do it in private so you will be in agony.” And she hung up the phone. “Thanks, tiger.” She fell on top of Peter, giving him a kiss. “I forgot how good it was to sort of… spread the joy.”

“Sharing you is going to be even more exciting,” Peter said.

“Shame she never really found anyone,” Mary Jane sighed. “Things were going so well with Flash for a bit, but now it’s just her and Felicity.”

“But now she’s got us,” Peter reminded her. “At least for tonight.”

Mary Jane pulled herself to her husband, embracing him, and wrapping her hand around his thick manhood. She rubbed her wet pussy up and down his thigh. “God, your cock feels amazing. I can’t believe I’m letting her have a turn on it.”

She felt the heat start deep inside her, radiating to the surface of her skin like she had an inner sun to warm her. She flushed like a hot summer day.

“Fuck me, tiger. I’m still hot. Think about the Cat and fuck me until I’m coming my brains out.”

Peter already couldn’t get the image of Felicia masturbating while he was lapping up Mary Jane’s cream out of his head. “You’re something else, MJ. I can’t believe I’m married to you. Anyone else would think you’re my mistress.”

Mary Jane set his manhood between her slender thighs and closed her legs around it, feeling the pulse it put off against being trapped inside her grip. “Everyone knows you’re married to your job, Spider-Man. You just let me seduce you.”

***

Felicity’s Uber pulled up slowly to the Parker home in Forest Hills, Queens. She curiously looked over the well-kept lawn and walls that could’ve been freshly painted. She’d heard that if the husband had his way, the lawn and building were kept immaculate, while the wife wanted time and money put into the interior. From the manicured lawn and neatly trimmed bushes, either the saying was wrong or Peter Parker got what he wanted.

She got out of the car with a good rating for her driver, then looked up at the two-story A-frame, wondering what she should make of it. There was only one car in the driveway and no one in sight except for a scraggly tomcat that looked like a stray, puddled on the walkway to the front porch. It didn’t so much as lift a whisker in acknowledgment of Felicity’s presence. In passing, Felicity scratched it behind the ears, then she went up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Her mother’s instructions had been very clear. “Just give him a sample, kitten. Don’t make a whole production out of it.”

“In other words, leave some for you,” Felicity grinned at her maternal namesake.

“You do,” Felicia had said softly, “and I just might raise your allowance.”