Mr. & Mrs. F

You might think it would be difficult for Peter to leave Krakoa once the X-Men had begun swarming him.

But it was honestly the only way to avoid catastrophe.

Why? Well, unfortunately for Emma… Wakanda found out.

The deal for Peter to leave Wakanda was that he would spend only two weeks with them, then be free for a year to find other options if he so desired. After hearing that they’d basically plucked him from the Hellfire Gala, the threats between the two countries had escalated to dangerous levels. An agreement was made, Peter was allowed to stay at Krakoa for two weeks, then he must return to New York for the rest of the year. Either to find other locations to stay, or to find a way back to his own universe.

Peter was fine with this outcome. He was still trying to please as many people as possible with his decisions, including trying to keep his promises to the ex-villains of New York. Even after returning, he had spent most of the next month making sure all of them were staying loyal to his ideals for them.

Though he did now have a dilemma: Wakanda, Krakoa, New York, or just going home?

Emma and the rest of the mutants had made sure to treat him very well on Krakoa until he had to leave. The wonders of their island never ceased to amaze him. The science boy in his soul was fascinated by the mutated flora and fauna that they’d cultivated, and the culture of the mutants was so beautiful. Music festivals, clubs, drinks with incredible tastes, foods of indescribable texture, all wrapped in a literal utopian package where they’d conquered death. Obviously there was still a ton of sex, but bizarrely Peter felt like he could breathe a little more thanks to Emma sending some horny women into his mind for fucking rather than having to constantly screw.

It wasn’t all perfect though. Wakanda had offered to bring the ex-villains from New York there, but Krakoa couldn’t make the same promises. Even his presence was heavily frowned upon by their freaky council. Though that may have just a general feeling of unease around Magneto after someone told him Peter had fucked both his daughters.

At the very least, he left amicably with the X-Men, promising to consider their offer.

Jean, Emma, and Betsy also sneakily wiped the memories of those at the Hellfire Gala of finding out about Peter’s condition, making them believe all the mutant women all had to deal with a female time displaced Apocalypse variant hellbent on proving who the strongest mutant woman was. Sounds ridiculous, but with how crazy things got for all heroes really didn’t take much of a mental push. It was a relief to Peter. Though none of them mentioned they’d downloaded all of his dirty dreams to Cerebro for personal use.

So now Peter was back in New York, stuck with a problem that seemed unsolvable.

And what does any hero do when faced with such an issue?

“Oh, hello Peter. Are you here to see Johnny?”

They go talk to Reed Richards.

Peter disconnected himself from the Baxter Building window, sitting down on one of Reed’s stools as the stretchy man continued to work in the lab. “No, Reed. I… I have an issue that kind of requires a big brain to fix.”

“Still wondering how to return to your home dimension?” asked Reed, shaking a beaker full of pink liquid on one side of the room while writing notes on the other.

“No no… well, I mean, yes. But that’s just my underlying thoughts now. It’s more a question about ethics. Namely, how ethical I’ve been the last few weeks.”

“Ethics? That’s probably more Susan’s realm of expertise.”

Peter sighed, curling up further by leaning his head against the worktop, “I-I haven’t seen her. I just keep getting this feeling that I’m being watched… and sniffed… ‘n stuff…”

Reed lowered his eyebrow, seemingly not surprised. “Hmm, well, I’m sure I can assist in some way. What seems to be the ethical dilemma?”

“Man, Reed… it’s everything, ” said Peter, rubbing his hands along his face while pulling up his mask. “I’m probably a sex addict for starters. Done it without a rubber with more women than some men even get to shake hands with. All rationalised by this sick perverted fantasy that I’m helping them… when in reality I’m just the only tool capable of delivering them their dreams. Most of them wouldn’t pick me like this if I wasn’t the last man on Earth capable of having sex with them like that!”

“I see, well-”

“And then there’s the children!” Peter continued, “I am basically a tourist in this universe, yet my DNA has splattered up through every cervix it could get close to. How the hell am I supposed to be a proper dad to that many children?! Even ignoring the massive amounts of child support I’ll never be able to afford, I’ll never be able to spread myself far enough to give the proper love and attention all the kids need for proper growth!”

After a few taps of his chin to make sure Spidey had finished this time, Reed opened his mouth, “This does sound-”

“And I know what you’ll say Reed. SHIELD, Wakanda, and Krakoa have offered to help raise any children I end up having here, but it still feels gross! Like I’m taking advantage of them all! Not to mention I could just flat out leave this universe out of no power of my own! I still don’t even know why I’m here!” Peter exclaimed, grinding his palms into his eyesockets, “Going along with all these women’s desires… I just feel so guilty that I’m actually enjoying it. Is this what my life will become? A nonstop sex whirlwind? You know I haven’t stopped a mugging in weeks? Every time I get close they decide it isn’t worth it and turn themselves in to the police… I think Emma’s controlling them from Cerebro. Not to mention when The Dora Milaje thwarted Shocker before I even got to the bank he was robbing. Boy, was Herman pissed… then there’s the big moral quandary. The real big one. I have to admit to you something… wait, what are you up to, Reed?”

When Peter finally stopped his endless tirade of pity to focus on who he was talking to, he’d found that Reed had flipped over his blackboard to an empty canvas and was currently writing down a long math equation.

“An ethics dilemma like this… if we have Peter be subject X, and work out the hypothetical scenarios where Y is either a positive or negative morality based on each of the parameters that Peter’s conscious has laid out…”

“Uh, Reed? I don’t think you can't turn ethics into a math equation.”

The older man’s grin widened, tapping his chalk to the board, “I beg to differ! Anything can be a math equation if you keep an open mind!”

Peter politely nodded, “R-right…”

“First, we should first look at Richard Routley's thought experiment about the “last man”. In it, we must think ourselves the final survivor of the human race, and you decide to destroy all natural ecosystems as your final act.”

As Reed wrote more unintelligible equations, Peter frowned, “Um… what? No I wouldn't do that?”

“It's more of a thought about consequences and the impact our actions have when there is no one left to suffer the results. What is morality when actions are devoid of consequences? Similar to the debate about a tree falling in the woods with no one around to hear it. And, as you are leaving this world-”

Peter was quick to shake his head, “No, it doesn't work like that. Even if I'm zapped from this world in a way I don’t control, I can't think I am morally justified in creating life and walking away. Those are all my kids. It’s unfair to the other Spider-Man, and really unfair to the women I’m leaving behind.”

“Good. We can at least disregard any notion that you are the last man on Earth,” said Reed, scribbling out one part of the equation and filling in new gibberish. “Even if you were to leave right now, the vast network of friends and family you have grown would assist in the future of your offspring. I know I’d love to help teach a whole country of little Peter Parker’s the wonder of science.”

“Reed…”

“We can knock out a few more parameters while we’re here,” said Reed, ignoring the moment that Peter thought they were sharing, “Did the women you sleep with consent to sex?”

“W-wha-?! Of course they did!”

“Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“Were you all capable of giving informed consent?” he asked, to which Peter nodded, “They understand the risk of pregnancy? And that you are not from this universe?”

“Um… yeah, I think I managed to tell everyone.” he said, scratching his head.

“Are they choosing you freely, or is their society putting enormous pressure on them to have sex with you?”

“No one even knows about me… but I guess their own bodies are putting pressure on them in a way?” Peter shrugged, feeling like he’d made a mistake asking Reed somewhere along the way.

“Are you exploiting their desperation?”

“...I didn’t think I was. Do you think I am?”

The stretchy man shrugged, never taking his eyes off the board, “Peter, this is ethical mathematics. My opinion doesn’t factor into this.”

“Great, thanks doc,” Peter huffed, “Put that idea in my head then watch me unravel, is that the big scheme?”

“There is no scheme, Peter. I’ve just never had a problem in my head surrounding male fertility and sexual conquest. The scientist in me can’t resist,” said Reed, reaching over and placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Besides, the fact you’ve come to me about this already shows me that you’d never take advantage of someone intentionally.”

Peter gulped, “Um… I did sort of blackmail some villains into turning good for sex…”

“Oh… how intriguing.”

Reed quickly began writing new letters and numbers on the board.

Peter clicked his tongue, “Reed! Guh… I should just apologise to everyone I’ve met since getting here…”

“No Peter, this is all good information,” said Reed, “We should consider Derek Parfit.”

Spidey sagged his shoulders, “Should we now.”

“He asked: ‘Is it better to create a person who will have a happy life than not create that person at all?’” Reed explained, continuing to write, “At the core, the question becomes the morality of actions taken to achieve the maximum amount of happiness. Does creating life create happiness, therefore is a net positive in the world? Or does the misery a life could have mean fornication is a morally reprehensible act?”

“Um, yeah, I think I get it,” said Peter, beginning to see the numbers Reed was writing down as sense, “So each baby is a Schrodinger’s Cat of potential morality?”

“In some sense, yes. His ‘Repugnant Conclusion’ dealt with a similar issue. Asking if a bustling world full of miserable people with lives barely worth living is theoretically better than a much smaller world with only a handful of happy people. We can treat the happiness you create as a net positive, as long as you’re right in thinking that the Wakandans and others will provide future prosperity for your kids. Your ‘blackmail’ of the villains also falls into the same category. Less V for Villainry, and more H for Happiness… it seems the net worth of your actions no matter what seem to indicate a positive morality for you.”

The entire blackboard was full of letters, symbols, conclusions… to someone perhaps made of rocks, they’d ask for the entire thing to be simplified to English.

“The math is all there…” said Pete, scratching his hair in mild awe of the scientist’s work. “Though it still depends on how happy I can make my kids.”

“Most men love to take care of children,” said Reed, “Babysitters and preschool teachers are a hot commodity job in this world, you know.”

“Get outta town.”

“Obviously male lactation helps soothe the baby.”

“...you what?”

Reed smirked, reaching over to his board and adding a note, “Seems that the subject can lose his sense of humour at odd times.”

“Alright, you got me,” Peter said, chuckling with his hands up, “Maybe I should have gone to see Johnny, he may have had more maturity about this.”

“Coincidentally, he’s taking care of Franklin and Val right now.”

“Yeah, I gotta say I was so happy to hear that you and Sue made it work in this world,” said Peter. “I guess stretchiness has its advantages in the bedroom?”

“Oh no, Susan is miserable about our sex life.”

“...huh?” asked Peter, expecting another joke.

“We’ve never properly achieved intercorse. At least not to the level I’ve observed from you and Maria Hill from the videos you released online,” said Reed, spinning a far away computer monitor to reveal the porn currently playing on loop. “You’d assume I could pump blood into my crotch the same way your penis achieves it, but alas my biology is simply not built that way, and her vaginal walls squeeze down too hard for me to keep any level of hardness inside her. Susan appreciates my fingers wriggling around in her, but I can tell that she finds the action almost taunting her libido at times. Then there’s the matter of impregnating her-”

“Okay Reed.”

“Imagine a tube of toothpaste placed against Susan’s cervix, where my genitals are the tube, and the semen-”

“OKAY REED!” Peter barked, “I get it! Your wife is unsatisfied, I’m sorry!”

“Well, it’s all pertinent information if you’re going to be fornicating with her.”

“...”

Peter rubbed his eyes with his fingers, keeping them there for a few seconds as he gave a long hard sigh.

“...did Sue put you up to this?”

“She requested I talk to you about it,” said Reed.

“And this?” asked Peter, gesturing to the morality maths, “Was this her idea too? Were you working backwards from the conclusion?”

“I told you, my opinion doesn’t falter into the math, Peter,” said Reed, huffing at the implication, “Did I secretly hope that any negative outcome wouldn’t deter you from fucking my wife? Of course. But never did my personal biases slip into the equation.” He explained, then narrowed his eyes at the maths and quickly scribbled something out. “Okay, now it doesn’t.”

Peter just snarled, “And if I get Sue Storm pregnant?! Is that okay with you, Reed Richards?!”

“Of course.”

“OF COURSE!” Peter snapped back sarcastically, “GOD!”

“Peter? Do you not wish to have sex with Susan?”

“Obviously I want to, Reed! She’s amazing! You should know that!”

“I do know that,” Reed nodded, “She’s kind, beautiful, strong. I have no qualms hiring a man to give her a massage, nor do I have any qualms with hiring you to bring her sexual satisfaction. If she’s impregnated, so be it. I have already demonstrated the logic why I’d be happy to raise your child like my own as well.”

Spidey was still foot stomping angry, “GREAT! FANTASTIC AS YOU’D SAY!”

“I don’t understand. What’s the problem?”

“BECAUSE I WAS BUILDING UP THE COURAGE TO TELL YOU I’VE ALREADY FUCKED HER!”

---

A few hours earlier, Peter had rushed into the Baxter Building.

“There's my favorite web-slinger!” Felicia called out, waving at him from the kitchen before turning on the blender. “Took you long enough! Girl talk can only get us so far, you know~”

“P-Peter?!” squeaked Sue, who was sitting in front of the blender on the barstool, genuinely shocked by his presence.

“Felicia?!” he yelled over the noise, “What the hell?! You told me to come over here for an emergency!”

“And you told me you were calling a cab…” Sue hissed under her breath.

“It IS an emergency! I need a ride home! All my grappling hooks broke on my last adventure with Sue-Sue here!” she playfully pouted, turning off the blender to pour out a couple smoothies. “Want one, Spider? It has mango~”

He frowned, but still took the smoothie anyway. “I can assume this is my payment for the ride home then?” he grumbled, to which his girlfriend just smiled at him while sucking her straw. “Sorry about her, Sue. I assume she’s done something I need to apologise for?”

“N-no!” Sue squeaked, trying to avoid eye contact with him, “I… uh, I called her for help.”

“Sue Storm the naughty girl~ Needed something sto~len~” Felicia sang, feeling no remorse in the teasing of the more ‘respectable’ woman. “That’s all the details you’re getting, Spider. I can’t have you putting this poor criminal mother away behind bars! That’s too much~”

“Quit it, Felicia,” said Peter, “I trust Sue enough to know she’d only steal something that absolutely needed stealing. And you’ve not relapsed at all, even though I know it’s been difficult for you. Whatever the heist was, it went down well I hope?”

She walked around and gave him a hug, pecking his lips affectionately, “There he goes, taking all the fun out of doing naughty things by showing me trust and love. What is a girl to do?”

“Hey, I think we can do plenty of naughty things you enjoy back home~” he purred back at her, giving her butt a light pat. He didn’t notice the blonde nearby sitting slightly more upright in her chair and trying to avert her eyes.

“Hmm~ oh you do know how to treat your pretty kitty, Spider~” said Felicia, keeping her eye subtly looking at the other woman in the room while they made out. “But I’m afraid I have a new partner now.”

He blinked, “Huh?”

She pushed him lightly in his stunned state, then strutted around to Sue before hugging her from behind. “Me and Sue-Sue get on so well now, I can’t break us up! She’s the one who called me her ‘partner’.”

“Felicia! That was all heist talk!” Sue hissed, lightly pushing the other woman off of her. “Leave me out of your little teasing Peter ritual. Please.”

“Being a hero, a mom, a wife. It’s all so much for my girl here. Who could ever alleviate the pressure of this golden girl’s aching body?” asked Felicia, squeezing Sue’s tits through her costume towards a blushing Peter. Even though Sue was embarrassed, she was still eyeing Peter’s reactions with intrigue. “My partner needs me to stay here _all night and satisfy her every desire. Don’t you, Sue-Sue?”

“Why are you doing this?” Sue whispered.

Felicia whispered back into her ear, “You said you wouldn’t blab about the couple extra jewels I nabbed from Kingpin on our way out. Consider us even.”

Suddenly Felicia stumbled backwards away from her prey. “A rejection? How sad!” Felicia gave a faux dramatic swoon, then both of their stomachs dropped when Felicia got that grin. “Guess you’re both in the market for new dance partners then!”

THWIP!

Before either could understand what Felicia was up to, she had pushed Susan off the chair and into Peter’s arms. Then, using a web shooter that Peter had sworn was on his wrist moments before, the two became stuck tightly together. Her tits against his chest, and his swelling crotch against hers.

“FELICIA!” They both yelled, struggling to find the right footing to balance their new equilibrium.

She just hopped up onto the nearby open window, “I have my way home now, thanks Spider~” she chuckled, shooting a web and flying off.

Leaving Sue and Peter stuck in the middle of the Baxter Building kitchen.

“And there she goes. Gonna kill that cat. Okay, I can probably rip the webs but it might get a bit tight for you,” said Peter, feeling the tightly wound web push against them. “Maybe you could cut it with a force field? My webs are pretty weak to-”

“Oh Peter… I’m so sorry…” Sue whimpered, resting her forehead against his chest to hide her face from him.

Peter wanted to pet her head, “This really isn’t your fault, Sue. Wait, did you put her up to this?”

“No… but I kept asking her about you. About all the things you two have… done. I think she got the impression that I want…” her voice trailed off, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t finish the thought.

“Sue…”

“I know. You don’t need to say it, Peter.” She sighed yet again, “Maybe if you had arrived here ten years earlier, I’d still be young and fit enough to… and less wide in the hip… it’s what I get for wanting kids, I guess. I bet even this hard thing against my leg is for Felicia, huh? Treat her nice, won’t you, Peter?”

Her smile seemed pained as she raised it. Not even able to open her eyes, but trying to be brave. Stuck on the idea that her beauty was far too gone for Peter. And that this web trap was perhaps the closest she’d ever get to actually being with him.

“Sue. Are you insane in this universe?”

She blinked.

“H-huh?”

“Look, it’s one thing for me to claim you’re too much like family to feel that way about you, but that’s no excuse for the hottest mother in the universe to actually feel bad about her ridiculous body!” He huffed, almost angry that she’d ever feel that way about herself. “Wide hips?! You think THAT’S a problem?! That I wouldn’t want a juicy blonde bombshell like you all up on top of me?! You know Namor?”

She was blushing up a storm, only to be confused by the question, “Y-yes? The man that often tries to court Johnny into hanging out with him?”

“...gonna unpack that later. But in MY world he’s obsessed with YOU. Everyone’s all like ‘why has Namor attacked the surface world again? Oh, he wants to make out with Sue Storm? …yeah, understandable, have a nice day.’”

“B-but that’s your-”

“You’re identical!” Peter exclaimed, “Other than him being a huge jerk, no one even judges Namor for having a crush on THE Invisible Woman! This boner of mine is 100% because of the finest body around rubbing up on me. I tell ya, Reed is a helluva… lucky…”

The way she was looking up at him with shining eyes and parted lips made Peter know he fucked up.

“W-wait, let’s talk about-”

RIP!

Suddenly the webbing was off, an invisible force field separating the two with incredible precision. He stumbled back, only to then also be pushed a good thirty feet backwards by invisible hands dragging him across the Baxter Building. Before he could even yell for help, Peter was landing on his back onto Sue and Reed’s marital bed.

“Sue! I really think-!”

Then, just as she entered the room, her super suit disappeared.

Peter couldn’t even speak at the pure radiant beauty on display. Sue was wearing a set of lingerie that was breathtaking. It was a deep sapphire blue, the color of her Fantastic Four suit, made of a material so fine it seemed to bend to her every curve like light. The bra was intricate, lifting her breasts into perfect, creamy globes, while the panties were high-cut, accentuating the flare of her wide hips. She was a vision, a goddess of desire and desperation.

“I’ve been wearing this underneath my Fantastic Four suit for a few weeks now…” she admitted, quickly adding, “O-obviously I wash it before I sleep! But… but I just kept thinking about this. Now. A chance to show off to you in a way that made me feel… good.” Her breath was ragged, an almost pained look to her face as she still searched for that validation. “I heard you talking to Reed on those first few days you were here… talking about your world… the kind of things that aroused men like you… you probably don’t even remember mentioning the lingerie… but I couldn’t help but track it down. Do you… like it?”

“It’s… it’s stunning…” He truthfully admitted, watching as she removed the invisible Fantastic Four suit from her body, and the way it squeezed her in impossible ways as she did. It really pained him to even try and shake himself out of it. “I… really think… we should… my god, how are you so fit after two kids?”

“Thank you, Peter.”

He knew deep down he should shut this down. This was a woman he’d shared family barbeques with, babysat her kids, and fought alongside. Sure, they’d dated. And that time they all went to the pool dimension together, he’d struggled to keep his wandering eyes off those visible curves. And yes, everyone in this universe really did seem to be fine with him fucking whoever, probably because there was a lot of inter-womenkind intercourse anyway. But there had to be something unethical about this, right?!

Sue quietly approached, each step full of carefully placed hope that he wouldn’t ask her to turn around.“I don’t know what magic brought you here. If there was some chance that it could have been someone else less deserving, less handsome, less heroic…” She was leaning over him now. Sue Storm. Lowering herself down. “But I’m so very glad it was you.”

Maybe if it hadn’t been so incredibly gentle Peter may have found more resistance in him.

Her fingers barely grazed his chest, but he could feel the weight of her decisions in every motion. Neither brave enough to take the plunge as she hung above him, just out of reach. Their hot breath mixing together in the tiny bit of airspace between them. He could have pushed her off, but literally no part but his conscience wanted him to.

And then she was gone.

“If this… makes it easier for you…?” the Invisible Woman whispered.

“No,” he said, reaching up to brush her hair from her faded face, and she returned to visibility as he did. “I want to see you, Sue.”

She smiled, almost too grateful for words. Nuzzling into his touch and letting him bring her face forwards.

Lips brushed up so gently against each other.

Whimpers of need escaped her lips, as if begging him to let her take the plunge.

Their eyes locked together with yearning burning need between them.

It was so gentle. Yet when they both leaned in together, it felt like everything.

With the dam between them burst, all the floodgates unleashed at once. Peter’s arms wrapped around Sue’s body, pushing her soft body against his own, and Sue immediately started exploring his body with her hands. Taking fistfuls of his hair to keep him steady as their lips repeatedly smushed together.

They spent a long time there on the Richards couple’s bed. Unable to stop their passion leak through their mouths, locked together while their actions did the real talking. Squeezing breasts, rubbing muscles, nibbling lips. Only breaking for breaths, or to strip Peter of his spider suit. Leaving only her thin lingerie between them, and fully unveiling his cock that Sue kept trapped between her thighs while they continued to make out.

But it got too much for Sue, and she finally leaned back away from Peter. She pushed away from him, sitting in his lap, lining up her pussy atop his cock.

Moving her soaked panties to the side, spearing herself down, it all happened so fast that when Peter blinked, she was gone.

He blinked a few times, wondering why he was feeling her clench down around his emerged cock but not seeing Sue.

Somehow, her appearing like a flickering television only made him burn the image into his retinas forever.

It was clear that her powers were going haywire from pleasure. Her hourglass figure caught in a moment of pure bliss. Trapped moans making her head roll backwards and her mouth wide. Curling up her spine. Breath barely able to keep up with the hammering in her chest. Fingers and toes splayed as she felt Peter slide ever deeper inside her.

Peter could hold back no longer. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around the flickering mother and gently rolled her to the side so she was on her back.

She whimpered at his touch, kisses peppering her neck as she was allowing him full access to worship her body with his mouth.

Sue finally moaned out properly when she felt Peter’s cock moving properly, the scraping along her walls from his burning erection felt too good to not melt completely. She had never felt anything so perfectly shaped and hard inside of her before. No wriggling softness nor uninterested spongy fingers, just a man enjoying her pussy because it was happy to welcome him. It was like a missing piece that had finally found her. Sue wrapped her legs around him, desperate to never let him stop fucking her.

Peter was revelling in it. In her. He said he’d got it before, but now he felt he really understood Namor. Sue Storm was perfection incarnate, and he was lucky to be in her presence, let alone inside her.

He wanted to see everything. To see the perfect paragon of family values truly let loose with pleasure.

It didn't take long. She was so wound up, so desperate for release. With a final, shuddering cry, she came. Hard. Sue’s body convulsing, flickering in and out of visibility, her inner walls clenching hard around his pistoning cock. It took everything he had not to go with her, just to let him hear the sound of Sue’s ultimate surrender below him.

Peter slowed, watching her revel in her own afterglow.

“Wow…” she panted, placing a hand up right when Peter started moving inside her again, “W-wait!”

He wasn’t one to deny a request, quickly retreating from inside her. “You sure? Everything okay?”

“Mm…” she nodded, moving her hand towards the door and suddenly making it invisible. Clear as day, Felicia was right outside the door. Hands down her mostly unzipped catsuit as her eyes widened.

Peter gasped, “Felicia?!”

“W-well… cat’s outta the bag, huh?” Felicia shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. She opened the invisible door and slinked in. “Want me to leave?”

Sue shook her head, “You should go next.” the other two gave her confused looks, “I have to help my partner out, don’t I?”

“Sorry about… perving,” said Felicia, already peeling out of her suit like it was a done deal.

Sue sheepishly scratched her hair, “Don’t worry… I’ve, uh, I’ve done it to you two…”

Peter gasped again, “What?!”

“I knew it!” Felicia snapped her fingers, “I knew I heard a noise! And Peter’s good, but no way I squirted THAT hard to land my pussy juice behind the armchair!”

“You masturbated to me having sex?!” Peter exclaimed, realising he was also a porn star here a second too late. “How long has this been going on?”

“...so when you went on the date with Janet-”

“Since the Avengers?!” Peter balked, “Wow. I guess Shang-Chi was right, my spider sense really doesn’t work on invisible objects… oi.”

“What? She said I got next!” said Felicia, mouth already lapping up Sue’s juices from his cock.

“I did, but that’s just so I can have his face all to myself~” Sue purred, curling around his back and nibbling at his neck. All before pulling him down onto his back again so she could mount up a face sitting position. “I’ve watched you do so many positions with other women, Peter. Doggy style, full nelson, that thing you did with Felicia in the bath.”

“Ohh! That was a fun one!” her partner cooed out from her licking post.

Sue smiled down at Peter, “I have a bit of a bucket list of ideas I want to do with you… if you don’t mind indulging me?”

“I should really ask someone about the ethics of all this…” Peter sighed before Sue Storm’s pussy descended upon his outstretched tongue.