Forsake Your Vows update

The phone call hadn't helped at all. Ten minutes ago she'd gotten out of her second shower to answer the ringing phone. Peter had just been voted the monthly leader of the Avengers, how headquartered in Los Angeles. He was in the mood to celebrate. Since dealing with the details would keep him in the city for a few days, he wanted her to fly out to meet him. They could make a little vacation out of the weekend.

He sounded enthusiastic. He talked like he couldn't wait to see her again. That made it all so hellish. If he had only made that call before, she'd never have let Eddie take such advantage of her loneliness.

She washed her body again. It didn't accomplish anything. She still felt like she was made of something disgusting. Her body wasn't all hers and certainly not Peter's. It had thrilled to Eddie's fingers, to his lips, to his prick. What difference did it make that those sensations were what she needed so bad? She'd been an idiot. A weak-willed, impulsive idiot.

Mary Jane turned off the shower and toweled herself dry, then rubbed lotion into her skin. She hardly deserved the decadent treatment, but the least she could do for Pete was keep looking beautiful for him.

As she walked into the bedroom, she saw herself in the mirror. She stopped to look at her milky white skin and sweeping curves. There was nothing in her nakedness that hunted at what she'd done with Eddie, but she still felt marked, as though forever altered by what had happened. What she'd done.

Suddenly Mary Jane laughed hysterically. That was just how she felt. She didn't look any different. There was no need to fear Peter suspecting anything –not just from the sight of her. Not unless the way she carried herself, the looks she gave, told him what she had to hide.

She would have to secret it away within herself. Peter would be waiting for her, anxious to be with her. That was what mattered. Mary Jane could at least pretend to be his beautiful, loving wife. She would force down her mistake and give Peter the spouse he deserved… and enjoy being that, even if she didn't deserve it.

Mary Jane dressed quickly and packed an overnight bag. She double checked the contents and was satisfied she was taking along plenty to treat Peter as he deserved. But she wouldn't stop there. She took the thinnest, sheerest gown from her dresser and added it to the suitcase. She had already put in some lacy bras and thong panties. She was determined to give Peter one hell of a party. She'd leave him one happy man… far happier than Eddie had been, the last time she saw him.

She managed to keep up such thoughts halfway to the airport, but it got to the point where she was grateful to simply think of nothing at all. First focusing on navigating New York traffic, then getting through airport security without being strip searched. But once Mary Jane had settled into her seat, she was in for a long wait on the tarmac with nothing to do but think. And as thoughtless as she'd been, letting what happened happen, everything she saw in the plane’s starkly neutral palette managed to blast one idea or another out of her.

Especially the flight attendants. It was wasted on her, but she didn't get the usual gay men or fat Puerto Rican women. Oh no, she got the girls out of an episode of Mad Men, thin and cute and with nothing better to do than flaunt themselves from first class to economy. Not only was Mary Jane reminded of how she must have looked last night, but she wondered how Peter would react to such attractive femininity. Usually she'd never doubt his fidelity, but Mary Jane had been sure once that she'd never cheat.

She had. So how sure could she be about Peter Benjamin Parker?

It was so unfair of her. Mary Jane had been the one who’d strayed, not him. But she couldn't control her thoughts anymore than she'd been able to restrain her body. As she'd grown vulnerable to temptation with Peter far away, Mary Jane kept wondering if her husband was the same. And any of these girls could've perfectly slaked his lust.

They began their descent to the airport. MJ tried to let that put an end to her suspicion. These stewardesses would've been on the other side of the country last night. No, if Peter wanted a mistress, it'd be far easier finding one in the Avengers. It seemed that a woman couldn't get the smallest little superpower without a world-class body to go with it. Black Widow didn't even have a power, besides being able to breathe inside a black leather catsuit that was just that tight.

After all, Peter was practically working a second job, hours and days spent with the Avengers instead of her. He could have married one of his teammates, had a whole second life with how often he was away from her.

Mary Jane's anger rose. She caught herself. She had no right to be mad at Peter. She was the one who had transgressed. In fact, hadn't Peter called her out here to celebrate? He'd hardly do that if he'd rather be with some mistress.

The very fact that she was deplaning, off to wait on her bags, was proof that Peter was faithful, like any was needed. Mary Jane was only torturing herself with these attempts at self-justification. Peter wasn't a cheater. She was the one who had maneuvered herself into a position where it was more painful to think of Peter as faithful than not. All she was accomplishing was to torture herself… not that she didn't deserve it.

She saw Peter as she left the baggage claim. His brown hair showed almost red in the light. His pensively waiting expression… of course Peter would be worried about her… opened into a broad grin when he saw Mary Jane. Everything about him was animated by the vitality he clearly felt, laying eyes on his loving wife again.

Mary Jane ran to him, weaving her way through the other disembarking passengers. She tried to hug him, but he was quicker, scooping her up and spinning her through the air.

“Peteeerr!” she squealed, hugging his face to her chest and gleefully kicking her dangling feet. “It hasn't been that long…”

“It's always too long when it's you,” he smiled as he set her down. “I missed you. I forgot how much I could miss you.”

His lips covered hers in a lengthy kiss, hot enough to melt their bodies together.

You missed me enough to kiss me, but I missed you enough to kiss someone else.

All her feelings of mistrust had dissipated and Mary Jane was hit full force by her guilt and remorse. She had no right to the bliss of belonging to Peter… didn't deserve this warm greeting, this faithful husband.

And yet, she couldn't let him know how unenthused she was to see him. Mary Jane put her soul into the kiss, barely letting him raise his face from hers.

“Now that's how you make a girl feel welcome.”

“You haven't even started feeling welcome,” Peter promised her, pulling her close enough to feel his stiffening member through his jeans.

“Oh, I think I've started,” Mary Jane told him, forcing good cheer. “But can I finish?”

For a moment, she thought he would go ahead and whip his cock out in the middle of the terminal, he seemed so eager to continue their reunion.

Before he could… or couldn't… Mary Jane punched him playfully in the ribs. From then on, she held tightly to his arm, pressing her breasts to his bicep while he took her to hail a cab.

When they got to his—their—room in the Avengers Compound, Mary Jane eagerly went into his arms. The strain she was under had her coiled tight; she longed for whatever release sex would grant her.

To her private frustration, though, Peter was as reserved as ever with her. After he’d helped remove her from her clothes, he dropped his head to her chest, nipping lightly at each swollen breast while lightly caressing the slopes of her firm cleavage. Mary Jane felt her rosy nipples burn at the touch of his loving mouth. They shot up, hot and pink and needy. Peter’s kneading fingers felt wondrous on her bust, making Mary Jane’s plump lips open in a joyous sight. She ran her fingers through his dark hair while he delighted her breasts with his touch and tasting of her.

She was only able to enjoy it for so long, though, before he released her nipple from his mouth, leaving it hardened and aching, quaking to be tantalized more. His hands came off her tits as well—they joined in the symphony of denial. Mary Jane whimpered to herself. More than anything, she wanted his kisses and his caresses back on her flesh.