Confused

Minutes later Peter’s brown eyes snapped open as he awoke to the sound of birds tweeting from the open window, a cool breeze cutting through the room making the hairs on his naked body stand on end. Goose bumps started to form as he found the pair of boxers he had worn to bed on the ground, heaped with his t-shirt. Confused he threw both on and began to rub his eyes, feeling his hair cold and wet on his brow. He felt oddly refreshed, though muddled and began to look around the cabin for MJ. Not finding her in the kitchen, he looked in the fridge for the left-over pizza. Finding it gone and the empty plate, he cursed Katzenberg for being an asshole and Craig for stealing his stuff.

Starting the coffee, he moved to the living room to curse out Craig and surprisingly did not find the worthless druggy, though Peter noticed the huge wet spot on the sheets on the couch. Picking it up, he couldn’t help noticing it smelled of semen. Grossed out that he was cleaning another man’s ejaculate, he could only throw even more curses at Craig for running from the cabin after having a wet dream. Couldn’t blame him too much for the wet dream though, he had seen MJ in a nightie. Picturing MJ dressed in that nightie, Peter blushed and shook his head as memories of his dream of ass-fucking MJ came to mind as he moved toward the laundry machine in the bathroom. When he moved to open the door he was stunned when he almost ran straight into MJ coming out of the bathroom, drying her hair. She was no longer dressed in her sexy nightie but wore her full cycling outfit.

Even in casual attire she was a vision Peter cherished. Her legs and ass looked delectable in her tight compression shorts, no camel toe visible but also no panty line. Knowing her, Peter could tell she probably wasn’t wearing any, causing his unimpressive penis to rise in his boxers. God, he felt like a king to be married to her. Her windbreaker was half-zipped showing just a touch of her stomach muscles and white sports bra . Even in a sports bra her impressive cleavage stood out, Peter felt flush as he pictured sticking his penis up between her assets and getting a good tit-fuck, but it wasn't his birthday today. Her expression a mix of surprise, thoughtfulness, and anger as she looked Peter up and down.

“Peter, down boy, didn’t you already get enough this morning. I’m still pissed about what you did. We may be husband and wife but I can’t even look at you right now. What you did wasn’t right! I’m not sure how to feel about what happened just now. You practically **** me.” Pausing with her head down to gather herself and not seeing Peter’s confused expression, MJ continued in a slightly softer tone. “Honestly that was the best sex we’ve ever had," MJ's tone shifted back to anger as she charged forward, "after you stopped ass-**** me. It’s all so confusing. I mean, no, it means no. Bahh. I just need space and time away from you to process, you left me on the floor of the shower naked. Who the hell does that?”

Peter was flummoxed but could only grin and bear it as he walked over to his sexy wife, reaching out his hand to touch her face and assure her, “I’m sorry, maybe I drank too much, but I don’t remember much after Katzenberg’s nephew came...”

MJ winced as memories of Craig’s thick penis pumping in out of her tight snatch, unleashing load after load of semen into her last night. Her throat and the deepest reaches of her pussy still had a sweet soreness to them, where his battering ram like cock had smashed every single wall in her. She wondered if she could handle more of him, a daily battering seemed quite the daunting task. God forbid he wanted to claim her ass, though perhaps she would like it if she came from the ass-fucking like she did in the shower with Peter. Her hand reached to her neck to touch the spot on her throat he had marked inside and out as a brief confused smile flitted in her eyes. Her other hand went to her belly, wondering how many of Craig’s swimmers her birth control pills had fought off, and if they were batting a thousand. Thinking again of his battering ram and his sweet and salty sperm, she also remembered her promise to him, and how her husband had **** her to violate it.

Sudden anger reappeared and marred her beautiful face, a deep scowl etched across as the red flush of her neck and face was almost as bright as her hair, except where the love bites Craig left doted black and blue. Slapping his hand away, she snarled, “No, don’t you dare touch me. I need space I said. I’m going to go for a bike ride to clear my head and think about things. About where we stand. I think I am going to need you to sleep on the couch the rest of the trip. Consider these gates closed for the next four days.”

Sheepishly, Peter could only nod his acceptance with a sigh feeling completely and unfairly chastised, which surprised MJ a bit considering how aggressive he had been not long ago in the shower.

She was also starting to think she was of two minds. One liked being used and abused. This side was kind of hoping Peter would push back, throw her over the couch and ravage her again. The other mind wanted to make Peter beg and plead while she took someone worthy to ravage her on their bed while he slunk to the couch to listen. God she needed to get her anger under control. She was justified for being angry at Peter for disrespecting her wishes, but it was overboard because of her embarrassment for breaking her promise to Craig so quickly.

“...Craig go?” Peter saying his name caused MJ to leap and come flying from her personal reverie, her eyes bulging and breathing growing rapid. Even his name was causing her to lose control.

“What did you say?” MJ eyes shot bullets at Peter, daring him to say something about her state. She knew she was overcompensating, but her cowed husband didn’t notice anything but how angry his wife was, as his spider senses gave a faint tingle in the back of his mind.

“Wow, sorry, I said, where did that druggy Craig go? I do remember saying I was going to talk to that asshole Katzenberger with him.”

“Druggy? Asshole? Why would you say that, why are you being such a bully to the young man and name calling your colleague. Craig has tried hard to pull himself out of his situation and you just won’t stop giving him grief. You are no better than his uncle.” Worse in some ways, she thought as her face grew red and her pussy continued to moisten as she thought about Nick’s thick cock fucking her face as she completely submitted her oral orifice to him. Bobbing up and down, her forehead and nose pressed into his belly and pubic hair. MJ fought on, as images of Nick crushing her now quivering quim and body under his massive weight, berating her husband. “He was long gone before I got in the shower, and I am glad he was.” MJ answered truthfully with only a tinge of guilt, hidden by the flames of anger coming from her eyes.

The closeness Peter had to MJ when he moved to caress her face, caused her to smell something familiar. Looking down and sniffing her cute button nose again and she recognized Peter was holding Craig’s sheets. The sheets he had had his way with her on. Grabbing the sheets, she pushed Peter back with the sheets to his face, making him stumble from the smell and causing some of the drying fluids to press against his open mouth.

“I need to use the bathroom; I’ll throw these in the laundry.” To distract him she added, “What is the schedule for today. I need to know when I need to be back and change, though right now maybe I’ll find another date for tonight, just a date.”

Closing and locking the bathroom door, MJ grabbed the hem of her compression shorts and pulled them down, baring her fiery and now swampy crotch.

Through the door she heard, “Well, I mean, today is just a day relaxing until dinner around the beach campfire. They apparently got a special permit to hold a closed event for us down there, not sure exactly what events though.” Stammered the distraught superhero, as he took off his shirt to expose his toned body to wipe his face.

“OK, I think I’ll go for a swim after my bike ride. I really need my space.”

Peter said, “OK, I have to do a quick patrol of the area, Jameson has been asking for some proof Spiderman followed us out here. Apparently, ‘he’ was spotted in the surrounding town by some thugs a few nights ago, but it definitely wasn’t Spidey, if you catch my drift.”

MJ blushed at the memory of a large-cocked Spiderman saving her and then claiming his reward. The mistaken identity part may have been the best part, but knowing now who it was, made her nipples hard.

“...lin also sighted close by.” MJ missed the first part and gave her husband a scowl through the door before replying.

“I’m still a bit peeved but stay safe Tiger, now catch a hint and leave me alone.”

"OK, I'm off, I love you."

Peter only heard a muffled reply as he headed out as Spiderman.

Pulling the sheets to her face, she ran through all the sweet memories of the previous night. Nick’s antics at dinner, Peter’s sweet love-making, Craig’s frenzied fucking. The strongest images were of Craig's hard cock held in place as Peter walked out for a drink. The sheets were oozing fluid onto her face, as she inhaled deeply, moaning, occasionally sticking her tongue out and licking them clean of the mingled juices. God, she missed his taste, his size, his girth, his sweetness. Before she knew it, she was stifling her moans into the crumpled sheet as she had rubbed herself sore; becoming asweaty heap on the toilet, partially sated from her orgasm but also missing the fierce fucking Craig had given her.

Throwing the sheets in the machine and starting it before washing her face clean, MJ ran out of the cabin to grab a rental bike, she really needed some alone time to take a step back from this confusing vacation.