Relewd Your Vows update

“So Peter,” Mary Jane said, her fingers cradling Peter’s cock, still warm with the heat of friction and wet with a saliva that MJ thrillingly couldn’t tell whether it was hers or Felicia’s, “do you think we’re falling into a rut in our married lives?”

“If this is a rut, then I sure hope so,” Peter replied in awe, unable to believe the sight of both Felicia and Mary Jane wrapped around his body, their legs entwined with his, as if both women were determined to stake a claim on his flesh. One he was happy to give them.

“And you can always feel free to experiment with me, Spider,” Felicia said. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.” She tiptoed her fingers over the hand MJ had around Peter’s cock, before entwining her fingers behind Mary Jane’s as if to help her hold it. “Red, why don’t you get this thing hard for me and then I’ll see what I can get out of his balls. You know, once Peter absolutely covered me with his cum. Head to toe. Like a fire extinguisher. Maybe you two were on break then.”

“You’d better hope not,” MJ told her. “I don’t plan on letting Peter take any breaks from now on. This is going to be our regular Saturday night thing.”

“Don’t say that yet. You haven’t managed to get rid of me. I could stay on until Sunday.”

“If you wanna stick around, you’d better learn how Peter actually likes to be sucked.”

Mary Jane undulated her way down Peter’s body until she was bent over his cock, taking it into her mouth. Her hips lashed up and down as she sucked, aching to feel the majestic impact of his cock inside her, whether it was fucking into her ass or cunt.

Peter rose quickly inside her mouth, probably helped along by having the two women arched around his body beforehand, fighting over his cock. Mary Jane sighed around the bloated length of his member. She glanced at Felicia, not needing to smile when the swell of Peter’s erection inside her cheeks said it all for her.

Felicia gave a polite clap, tapping her fingertips against the heel of her other hand. 

Bet your ass, Mary Jane thought, but this also seemed like a good time to take a little break. Felicia’s willfulness in making a play for Peter, even in jest, didn’t make MJ inclined to reward her by including her in another threesome. Not yet, at least. Other matters outweighed her lust.

“Peter, it’s not an issue, is it?” she simpered, nestling herself back into his arms while his erection trembled in the air, so big and so hard that it hurt leaving it untouched. And MJ didn’t know if Felicia could physically go without touching it for long, even taking a cue from Mary Jane.

“What is?” Peter asked, his gaze still drowning in the sight of the two women as they writhed about his body.

“Felicia’s little indiscretions. You know… everything she stole. Dating the Foreigner. Making a deal with the Kingpin. All the things you gripped about when she was driving you nuts.”

Felicia flashed Mary Jane a dangerous, but amused look. Peter wrapped his arms tightly around them both, as if to hold them back should they try to lunge for each other.

“MJ, I don’t know what kind of relationship advice you’ve been getting, but it doesn’t make much sense to me to invite Cat to a threesome before you pick a fight with her.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” Mary Jane said innocently. “Just making a point. You can forgive Felicia the mistakes she’s made. You can trust her. Even love her. Can you do the same for me?”

Peter sat up, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Why would you need me to trust you?”

Mary Jane came up herself. “I don’t need you to trust me, tiger. More—trust my judgment. That I might be able to see things more objectively than you. And even if you have reasons to feel the way you do, you can still be wrong. I could be right.”

Peter backed up so that he was leaning against the headboard. “Okay, now you’re spooking me, MJ. Of course I trust you, but you’re talking like you’re really, really going to be testing that trust.”

“Hate to go against the sisterhood,” Felicia said, raising up off the mattress to stand beside the bed, “but I have to agree. Maybe I should go make myself a sandwich while you sort out your domestic tiff.”

“You stay,” Mary Jane told her. “It’s not like you took it on yourself to warn him.”

“Warn me about what?” Peter insisted. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Alright.” Mary Jane held up her hands. “Don’t freak out,” she said in one last-ditch effort to head off the freak-out she knew he’d have. Then she let Venom cover her.

“Jesus Christ!” Peter cried, not at all prepared for it. And as fast as his reflexes were, Mary Jane was ready to react as he was not. She webbed him to the bed, catching his hands and feet so they were locked securely to the bedframe.

“Don’t struggle,” she told him. “Calm down. If you break free, I’ll just web you up again and we’ll need a new bed besides. And you don’t want to fight me, do you?”

“Of course I don’t!” Peter spat.

“Lower your voice,” Mary Jane told him. “I said to calm down.”

Peter took a deep breath. “MJ, you don’t know this thing like I do. It’s changing you, influencing your thoughts. For fuck’s sake, it tried to kill you! Kill Annie!”

“That was Eddie,” she told him. “He couldn’t handle the symbiote and neither could you. I can. Look, I brought Felicia into this. Does that sound like someone who’s possessive or obsessed or jealous? And she fought Venom too. She can see that I’m in control.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to Felicia. “Well, all due respect to her, but she’s not in the same boat. I have a wife, a child. I’m not letting a symbiote near them. And MJ, if our positions were reversed—if you were in your right mind—you’d be saying exactly what I’m saying. Hell, you’d be louder.”

“I thought you might need proof,” Mary Jane said. “That’s why Felicia’s here.”

She closed her eyes. 

Slowly, the symbiote rolled off her, as if she were standing under an invisible shower and it was washing layer after layer of the black slime off of her. Seeing it come alive, not just a costume but alive, Felicia’s heart pounded. She remembered how Mary Jane had used it on her—given her pleasure enough to go along with the craziness of MJ wearing the thing. Now she doubted her live and let live philosophy, how she’d join in with any party so long as it promised her fun. Maybe she’d finally pushed the line too far.

Finally, the symbiote was puddled at Mary Jane’s feet. It crawled away from her. Mary Jane stepped out of it, fully severing herself from the connection.

“See? Peter, it’s my choice. I can put it aside when I want to. It will let me. We’ve reached an understanding.”

“So it plays possum for a few minutes, so what?” Peter demanded, his arms tensed at his bonds, but not yet struggling. However the crisis with the symbiote went, he’d have to take advantage of this relative peace to show Mary Jane how insane this was—that she couldn’t entertain some fantasy of actually wearing the thing. “How many times was Eddie separated from it? It went right back on him, it still had a hold on him, he was like an addict! Jesus, MJ, I know you want to help me, but this isn’t the way to do it. This is insane!”

“Then you don’t think it’s really let me go? That I could possibly be in my right mind and still disagree with you?”

Peter tsked. “Don’t turn this into a relationship issue, MJ, I know the symbiote!”

“Like you knew Felicia? Wasn’t there a time when you would’ve thrown her in jail without a second thought?”

“That’s different. She’s human, she can change. The symbiote, biologically, it—God, MJ, what’s next? Are you gonna want to keep one of the Brood as a pet?”

“I’ll prove it to you,” Mary Jane said. “It’s going to bond with Felicia now. Then it will go back to me. And we’ll both tell you that it’s not what you think. Then would you be willing to listen?”

“No,” Peter said, looking fearfully over at Felicia and clenching his powerful muscles. “Felicia, get out of here, you can’t—”

In a moment, Mary Jane was on him, grabbing his cock. A squeeze stopped his pulling at the headboard while the wood was still creaking.

“Don’t, Peter. I’m sorry to have to do this to you, but if you make this a fight, you’ll destroy the apartment and maybe expose us.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have told me where our kid sleeps,” Peter snapped at her.

Mary Jane didn’t take offense at his tone. She knew he was upset. It was natural, inevitable. She stroked his member.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked as the feeling of it seeped into him.

“Getting you to relax,” she told him. “I’m sorry that I had to play you like this too, but how else would you listen? Felicia, c’mon. Show him.”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Felicia walked, trembling, to the bed, her green eyes glassy between the trepidation she felt… and her anticipation. Her firm round breasts jiggled with her maturity, seeming to brag of her voluptuousness as she crawled onto the bed and lowered her upper body to the mattress. Leaving her hips up in the air, ass on display like a feast being served. She looked back with her long white hair streaming down her supple back, her lush breasts flattening underneath her chest until their contours could be seen from behind her back. Her full, shapely thighs spread wide, splaying the rounded moons of her buttocks high in the air.

“You’ll see, Peter,” Mary Jane promised, keeping up a steady pumping at his member—one he couldn’t help but cant his hips into. “Don’t try to stop it, please. Just give this a chance. How many villains have you seen redeem themselves? How many times have I proven myself to you?”

“And I love you for it. That’s why this is different. I can’t risk you,” Peter said plaintively. 

“But that’s why you have to trust me. It’s because you trust me that I’m yours. What are we if you think you always know better than me?” She stopped pumping him. His erection didn’t die, but throbbed in her still hand as if pleading for more. Mary Jane smiled. “Your body knows to trust me. It knows there’s nothing to fear here.”

“The symbiote never has set off my spider-sense,” Peter countered.

She stroked his bare chest, tracing the lines of muscle as if to signal to him that they wouldn’t be needed except for pleasure. “Maybe it never wanted to kill you. Not really.” She felt a certain passion coming from the crazed situation. A tension that had started as sexual and still could be. Having him bound and helpless aroused her, as it had aroused him so many times to have her tied up and submissive. “You don’t have to believe what you hear. Listen to what you’re feeling.”

She straddled him, driving her ass down onto his upright rigidness. Peter let out a choked gasp—his eyes shut with pleasure. She lifted her ass and came down again onto his jutting shaft. It felt even better inside her now.

“Holy shit!” Peter groaned, never in his life feeling so conflicted—the pleasure he felt pulling him in yet another direction. And beside Mary Jane’s body on his, he could see the breathlessly erotic sight of Felicia’s curvaceous body, the cat burglar obscenely prostrating herself. To him? To Mary Jane? To the symbiote?

Then he heard the slither of the symbiote as it crept up onto the bed. This was impossible! It couldn’t be happening! How could both Felicia and Mary Jane be doing such insane things?

“Oh God,” Felicia breathed, her beautiful lips trembling with need—now far more than any apprehension—while she reached behind herself to pat the soft, rippling flesh of her ass. “I’m yours. I want this. Look, Peter. It’s… so good…”

Peter stared, open-mouthed, as the symbiote towered behind Felicia, tendrils of it between her widespread legs, strapping itself to her sculpted calves and firm thighs. He heard the symbiote bubble and froth, long wet tentacles of it traveling over Felicia’s buttocks, between her legs, across her asscheeks. Like multiple tongues lapping at her all at once. They stroked from her little twitching anus to the flushed mons of her pussy, even to the trailing vee of her wispy white pubic hairs. There, they flicked against her clitoris, making her moan in both pleasure and a taboo little thrill of shame. 

Felicia couldn’t believe how she was being degraded in front of Peter, pouring fuel onto the fire bursting from her sex, The symbiote kept going, a long, thick tentacle savagely moving through her softly yielding slit. It spread her open, exposing her glossy pink folds to more and more pleasure, until all her body was twitching and jerking. Peter watching her express nothing but bliss. And he felt little else himself, with Mary Jane bounding up and down on his groin, pumping ecstasy down into him.

“Shit, MJ, you’re gonna tear it off!” he gasped.

“I need to come, Peter! It’s so close! Jesus Christ, it’s sooo clooose!”

Trying to distract himself from the arousal of what Mary Jane was doing—even now, not wanting to come too quickly to please her—Peter turned away from her only to be faced with Felicia, watching as she gave herself over to the symbiote. Christ Almighty, he had known she was a vixen, but now she was acting like a wanton bitch, gasping in total pleasure as the symbiote’s tongue went in the absolute depths of her hungrily throbbing cunt.

Felicia’s eyes rolled. She inched her knees further apart, offering her liquid folds even more readily to the symbiote’s desires. Entranced, Peter watched its glistening tendrils thrust into Felicia’s sex, trickling all over the quivering opening of her clenched pussy, ravishing her mercilessly. Felicia moaned into the bedspread, breath coming hot as she coaxed the symbiote on!

“Yes, yess, this thing knows how to fuck! Sorry, Peter! Forgive me! It feels amazing—so good! It does! That’s it… lick me! Lick me with your hot tongue! I can’t help myself, Spider! It’s wonderful! I love it! Please don’t judge me!” she sobbed mindlessly, almost out of her mind with the ecstasy exploding inside her. 

Then the symbiote pulled back—Peter saw a huge phallus forming from its liquid mass, firming into swollen hardness like Peter’s own manhood jutted into Mary Jane.

Felicia could see it aim at her pussy. “Ooohh, yes! Peter! God! Peter! This is what Mary Jane did to me! She fucked me with a big cock just like that! It remembers! It knows how hard I’ll come!”

It was obvious the symbiote knew how wetly receptive Felicia’s cunt was; Peter could tell from where he was how welcoming the cat burglar would be. The symbiote ruled her and it would not go without taking advantage of its privilege.

“God,” Peter drawled, eyes straining to see more despite himself as the symbiote mounted Felicia, its writhing tendrils crowding in at Felicia’s smooth buttocks, more tentacles clutching Felicia’s pale hips. Peter felt his own erection swelling uncontrollably, forcing a pained gasp from Mary Jane as she now stretched with every bounce she made atop its hardness.

Even as his precum was sucked into Mary Jane’s clenching sex, the symbiote dripped with slimy lubricant. The broad, blunt knob of its phallus jerked at the lowest split of Felicia’s cheeks, smearing trails of gooey clear wetness across the backs of Felicia’s thighs. Felicia’s voluptuous body would not go much longer without being despoiled and Peter could not even feel apprehensive about witnessing it, for Felicia’s quickening breaths made it obvious how much she wanted that. Between Mary Jane and the symbiote and the promise of himself as a lover, Felicia had been thoroughly seduced. She had no reservations.

“I can feel how much you want it, Peter. You see how much she wants it. I want it too. Why resist what all of us want? All four of us…” Mary Jane growled, biting Peter’s shoulder. There were already a few small bleeds where she’d dug her fingernails into Peter’s muscular body. And Peter did nothing to stop it. He belonged to her, body and soul.

With agonizing slowness, she arched her spine, drawing her sex up the length of Peter’s manhood until only his cockhead remained in the wonderful tightness between her legs. Mary Jane pumped herself up and down, treating only the first few inches of his shaft to that exquisite friction, then she came down all the way. Feeling her passage open around his broad length, then clasp tight to it in clenching pleasure. She gasped and sobbed for another release, knowing it would take too much out of her to continue. But maybe not. Maybe she’d be able to take another, and another…

With an unrestrained moan, Felicia wiggled her ass around in little circles, trying to find the position that would fit her womanhood to the searching tip of the symbiotic phallus. She could feel it probing against thighs and buttocks, searching inexorably for the opening into her. Then the tendrils that seemed to immerse all of her lower body tightened, gripping her with incredible strength to hold her still for the penetration. Felicia welcomed the bondage. She hoped to God that Peter would see how helpless she was to resist such pleasure. The same way she needed him, she needed this, bonded with Mary Jane or not!