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One late evening in New York City, the famous actress Mary Jane Watson spends quality time with her husband Peter Parker after a particularly stressful day. As they snuggle together in bed, MJ soon suggests a steamy idea to Peter to spice up their night. Donning his Spider-Man costume and arming his web shooters, Peter wrapped up MJ in a thick web cocoon from neck to toe. Her mouth is also coated in sticky webbing, while her nose is left open to breathe. MJ engages in a little hostage foreplay, embracing the role of the helpless damsel in the clutches of the Masked Menace of New York.
After half an hour has passed from their kinky roleplay session, Peter suddenly gets an alarm on his web shooter which is synced to local NYPD alerts. Apparently, the Rhino and Shocker have teamed up for another bank heist in downtown Brooklyn. Peter sends an apologetic look to MJ through his mask, to which the actress gives him an understanding nod.
"Don't worry, MJ. This shouldn't take too long. Plus, the webbing dissolves in an hour and we already sped through half of that," Peter said to her. "And besides...you don't look half-bad like this."
MJ arched a brow at him, which elicited a chuckle from Peter.
"Hey, you were looking for a way to let off a little steam from being wrapped up in so much work."
MJ could make out the grin beneath the lower half of his mask. Not funny, Tiger.
Peter stepped forward and lifted up his mask before planting a kiss on his wife's forehead. He then firmly patted her webbed-up hips, which caused MJ to grunt behind her gag.
"Just a little teaser for once I'm done." Peter winked. "Don't go anywhere."
MJ rolled her eyes as Peter crawled out from the bedroom window and closed it behind him. She then looked on from their bed as Peter swung across New York to save the day (or evening, in this case) once again.
Guess nobody's immune to late-night shifts, MJ sardonically thought. She then struggled a bit in her webbing as she glanced up at the roof. Wow, I really should've asked him to leave the TV on. What's he expecting me to do for thirty minutes?
"Off he goes again. Doing what he does best."
MJ flicked her head to another side of the room. Felicia Hardy stepped out from the shadows, dressed in her Black Cat costume. The muscular catburglar tilted her head as she grinned slyly at where MJ sat webbed up in her bed.
"How's it hanging, Red?" Felicia asked.
"Hwd ymh ghht in hrr?" MJ demanded through her gag.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to steal anything." Felicia held up her clawed hands innocently. "As for your question, you should already know the answer to that considering how long you've known me."
MJ scoffed. She then raised a brow as Felicia sat next to her on the bed. Felicia hummed as she traced a finger on the webbing over MJ's chest, then smiled at the growing blush on the redhead's cheeks. In a quick motion, Felicia rolled MJ over onto her chest. She then pinned MJ between her thighs and slapped her hard across her butt. MJ let out a muffled groan as she desperately wriggled to escape Felicia's hold. The catburglar leaned forward and fondled MJ's breasts; her grin widened at the sound of her subdued protests.
"Aw, don't act like you're not enjoying this, Red," Felicia cooed.
MJ growled as she sent a heated glare in her direction.
Felicia remained unfazed. "Okay, okay, how about I let you in on a little secret of mine to put things at ease a bit?" She leaned closer to whisper into MJ's ear. "Your hubby lent me a spare key to your place."
MJ's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"He wanted to save it as a surprise. A little arrangement for whenever he's away on last-minute business trips. I hold off on breaking and entering into museums across town, and in return... I get to have all the fun I want with you till he gets back from his missions." Felicia smirked. "He told me all about your little fantasies of me. And I gotta admit, I've been having a little of those myself. It's a win-win for all!"
Mj blinked once. Twice. I...genuinely don't know if I should be flattered or pissed off at this.
"And here's the kicker:" Felicia cupped MJ's chin. "If you're a good girl for me...you can expect a nice, long threesome as soon as he's done beating up the bad guys of the week."
MJ's eyes widened even more at the implications of Felicia's statement. Her earlier feelings of suspicion and hesitation soon gave way to arousal and excitement.
"But don't worry, Spidey also gave me specific instructions to back off if you weren't comfortable with this," Felicia assured her. "So what do you say, Red? You up for it?"
MJ thought over the offer for a few seconds. A devious idea soon sprang inside her head. I gotta say, this is way too good to turn down. And hey...knowing Peter, he'd probably be just fine with letting me top him as payment for the mini-heart attack I almost had. MJ looked Felicia right in the eyes and nodded in confirmation.
"Excellent!" Felicia smiled earnestly. She then slung MJ over her shoulder and spanked her backside again, causing the actress to squeal with barely-restrained amusement. "Hope you're ready, Watson. You and me...we're gonna have a hell of a time."

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One late evening in New York City, the famous actress Mary Jane Watson spends quality time with her husband Peter Parker after a particularly stressful day. As they snuggle together in bed, MJ soon suggests a steamy idea to Peter to spice up their night. Donning his Spider-Man costume and arming his web shooters, Peter wrapped up MJ in a thick web cocoon from neck to toe. Her mouth is also coated in sticky webbing, while her nose is left open to breathe. MJ engages in a little hostage foreplay, embracing the role of the helpless damsel in the clutches of the Masked Menace of New York.
After half an hour has passed from their kinky roleplay session, Peter suddenly gets an alarm on his web shooter which is synced to local NYPD alerts. Apparently, the Rhino and Shocker have teamed up for another bank heist in downtown Brooklyn. Peter sends an apologetic look to MJ through his mask, to which the actress gives him an understanding nod.
"Don't worry, MJ. This shouldn't take too long. Plus, the webbing dissolves in an hour and we already sped through half of that," Peter said to her. "And besides...you don't look half-bad like this."
MJ arched a brow at him, which elicited a chuckle from Peter.
"Hey, you were looking for a way to let off a little steam from being wrapped up in so much work."
MJ could make out the grin beneath the lower half of his mask. Not funny, Tiger.
Peter stepped forward and lifted up his mask before planting a kiss on his wife's forehead. He then firmly patted her webbed-up hips, which caused MJ to grunt behind her gag.
"Just a little teaser for once I'm done." Peter winked. "Don't go anywhere."
MJ rolled her eyes as Peter crawled out from the bedroom window and closed it behind him. She then looked on from their bed as Peter swung across New York to save the day (or evening, in this case) once again.
Guess nobody's immune to late-night shifts, MJ sardonically thought. She then struggled a bit in her webbing as she glanced up at the roof. Wow, I really should've asked him to leave the TV on. What's he expecting me to do for thirty minutes?
"Off he goes again. Doing what he does best."
MJ flicked her head to another side of the room. Felicia Hardy stepped out from the shadows, dressed in her Black Cat costume. The muscular catburglar tilted her head as she grinned slyly at where MJ sat webbed up in her bed.
"How's it hanging, Red?" Felicia asked.
"Hwd ymh ghht in hrr?" MJ demanded through her gag.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to steal anything." Felicia held up her clawed hands innocently. "As for your question, you should already know the answer to that considering how long you've known me."
MJ scoffed. She then raised a brow as Felicia sat next to her on the bed. Felicia hummed as she traced a finger on the webbing over MJ's chest, then smiled at the growing blush on the redhead's cheeks. In a quick motion, Felicia rolled MJ over onto her chest. She then pinned MJ between her thighs and slapped her hard across her butt. MJ let out a muffled groan as she desperately wriggled to escape Felicia's hold. The catburglar leaned forward and fondled MJ's breasts; her grin widened at the sound of her subdued protests.
"Aw, don't act like you're not enjoying this, Red," Felicia cooed.
MJ growled as she sent a heated glare in her direction.
Felicia remained unfazed. "Okay, okay, how about I let you in on a little secret of mine to put things at ease a bit?" She leaned closer to whisper into MJ's ear. "Your hubby lent me a spare key to your place."
MJ's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"He wanted to save it as a surprise. A little arrangement for whenever he's away on last-minute business trips. I hold off on breaking and entering into museums across town, and in return... I get to have all the fun I want with you till he gets back from his missions." Felicia smirked. "He told me all about your little fantasies of me. And I gotta admit, I've been having a little of those myself. It's a win-win for all!"
Mj blinked once. Twice. I...genuinely don't know if I should be flattered or pissed off at this.
"And here's the kicker:" Felicia cupped MJ's chin. "If you're a good girl for me...you can expect a nice, long threesome as soon as he's done beating up the bad guys of the week."
MJ's eyes widened even more at the implications of Felicia's statement. Her earlier feelings of suspicion and hesitation soon gave way to arousal and excitement.
"But don't worry, Spidey also gave me specific instructions to back off if you weren't comfortable with this," Felicia assured her. "So what do you say, Red? You up for it?"
MJ thought over the offer for a few seconds. A devious idea soon sprang inside her head. I gotta say, this is way too good to turn down. And hey...knowing Peter, he'd probably be just fine with letting me top him as payment for the mini-heart attack I almost had. MJ looked Felicia right in the eyes and nodded in confirmation.
"Excellent!" Felicia smiled earnestly. She then slung MJ over her shoulder and spanked her backside again, causing the actress to squeal with barely-restrained amusement. "Hope you're ready, Watson. You and me...we're gonna have a hell of a time."