Post-nut clarity

Mary Jane never came home. She didn't need to. She had found her new home with Fisk. No changes were needed, either. She retained the wardrobe he'd bought her and kept up the refined, yet sensual look that he'd carved out for her.

Their names were plastered all over the tabloids, especially the Daily Bugle.

"Famous Entrepreneur and Businessman Wilson Fisk Marries Supermodel Mary Jane Watson!"

Peter couldn't go anywhere without seeing it. It was almost like she'd never been with him. The divorce was crushing and swift; there was no way he could contest it with lawyers like Fisk's. Worse yet, it caused a slump in his ability as a hero. He was constantly distracted and off his game as the image of Kingpin covering his wife's breasts with his cum played in Peter's head all day.

Mary Jane Watson-Fisk's former husband had been but a footnote in articles written and her. She was at the forefront of fashion and glamor while her husband ran the city. It did wonders for Fisk's image, too. Mary Jane had always been viewed positively in the public light and having her pick Fisk helped skew opinions of him positively.

Every night, he took her without stopping, her body his to use. And she relished it. She loved her powerful husband and his strong cock. She was the happiest she'd ever been.