Prep for photoshoot, a temptation and a talk

MJ dried the tears from her eyes as she thought of her husband. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him anymore. The love didn’t just disappear but now it included few additional layers of anger, jealousy, and distrust. Not to mention her lust for Nick was slowly boring deeper into her soul, from her cunt up. It wasn’t a simple lust she could satiate with toys, sure they might help get that fantastic stretching feeling and depth but they wouldn’t attain that raw animalistic dominance he held over her. Not to mention the pure unadulterated journey of perversion he promised her. It was an adventure her husband was ill equipped to take part in. He neither had the tools nor the attitude to accomplish it.

Dabbing her eyes a final time she jumped in the shower to clean her body from the previous night. As she washed away the sweat and sand she thought about Nick and wondered how far he would take her. What did she want from him? Bondage? Gangbangs? **** play? Something else? She wasn’t sure but she knew she wanted to explore her boundaries but she also wanted to be safe. Last night was a step too far. She was still slightly shivering from the feeling of the knife to her throat.

Stepping from the shower she dried her hair, deciding the outfit she picked last night would go well with a messy bun. Still, she wanted look her best and spent nearly an hour braiding and setting her hair. Intricate French braids wrapped back from the front of her head into a messy bun in the back. A few locks fell to each side of her face, framing her face.

Her makeup was light for the most part, except her plump ruby red lips and purple eyeshadow. A light blush to accentuate her supermodel cheeks.

She decided to wear her bra and panties, as she had sent them in the picture to Nick. For a shirt she had chosen a black bell sleeved front tie crop top which showed over her cleavage and mid-drift but left just enough to the imagination. Wide-legged, white, almost see-through linen beach pants with a nice thick brown leather belt. Slowly she looked at herself in the mirror satisfied with her look she spun again as her right hand fiddled with her rings on her left. She had taken the rings off before for photoshoots but taking them off for this photoshoot seemed wrong. It wasn’t her place to take them off, not yet. Nick seemed to like them, especially cumming on them and have her lick them clean. She felt her cunt moisten at the thought. There was something thrilling about degrading Peter, the amazing spiderman. And now it was in the open, Peter knew. Shit, Spiderman knew. With slight trepidation MJ walked out the door to her photoshoot.

Knock Knock

MJ waited outside the Katzenburg cabin, her hands fidgety as she paced back and forth for what seemed like hours. How could she have laid everything bare to Peter? He must be going ballistic right now and he was fucking Spiderman. Even if he was lousy in bed he was strong and vengeful. He nearly killed a guy when his uncle was murdered. MJ didn’t know how he might react to her confession.

A weary, panda eyed Craig opened the door in a half-open robe. His face looked like a dead ghost. His skinny chest and arms visible to the world. In the light of day she could see his ribs nearly protruding from his skin. His arms still had track marks from where he took the needle. Fuck what was she thinking fucking this loser. No gut, but no abs either, just a hairy trail going down to hi...’ohh right that’s why I fucked him’ was MJ’s prevailing thought as she licked her lips at the protruding member. Her first big cock. He truly had reached depths uncharted.

“What do you want slut?” Craig’s squeaky voice cruelly broke the silence.

“Is Nick here?” MJ willed her eyes away from the cock that broke her in and made her a size-queen. She found comfort in looking into Craig’s eyes, no lust from her there. That spell was broken. If she continued looking at his gigantic cock maybe she would just drop to her knees in the doorway to suck it, but she felt nothing looking in the **** addicts face.

“Uncle, your whore is here.” Yelled Craig, his voice carrying far and wide to the outdoors. The already nervous MJ practically jumped inside at the exclamation. “And she seems she really wants the D.”

“Tell her to wait there nephew and voice down I’m setting up something.” Nick shouted back from the bedroom.

MJ stood still in her sandals in the entryway as Craig eyed her before stepping back and doing something MJ didn’t expect. He opened his robe, his long, long pole sticking straight up beckoning to MJ.

“Well?” Craig’s eyes capturing hers before he glanced down hinting at her to get on her knees and blow him. She was a bit tempted.

“Craig, I’m not going to suck your cock just because you open your robe.” MJ said, her mouth beginning to water at the sight of the long piece of meat, her eyes glued to the sight

“Come on MJ, you know you want to,” whined the boy.

“No Craig, I’m drawing the line here.” MJ said with some vibration in her voice but the tone of his voice caused her moistening cunt to almost reverse flow. It was so unappealing, the whininess was just such a turnoff.

Craig’s face hardened as his fists clenched.

“Suck, slut,” was all Craig said, his voice changing from a begging tone to one of command, and MJ dropped to her knees and leaned forward to try and take him into her mouth.

“I win Craig. Go to the room and wait in the chair.” MJ lifted her head in confusion as she heard Nick say from the bedroom door, “This naughty little slut needs to take two punishments now.”

“Shit, fine you win Uncle. Damn this is going to suck, not getting sucked. I can’t believe I have to celibate for six months.” Craig complained as he moved to his bedroom.

“Morning, Sir. I brought coffee and doughnuts from the café.” MJ said with a smile.

Nick stared at her and debated whether to fuck her, or punish her first. There was something about her clean appearance he wanted to ruin with his cock, but she needed to be punished and photographed. Changing his mind over and over he finally came to a decision.

“First recount exactly what happened since we left each other. I want to know exactly what you mean by Robbie may have fucked you as well as anything else important.”

“Sir, can we sit down and talk, it was a long eighteen hours.” MJ said with a sniffle, her shoulders starting to shake.

Nick saw her about to fall apart, her sunny disposition gone in a split second as he saw her brain flash through some horrendous ordeal, and so he took a step towards her thinking, ‘what the hell happened to make her like this.’ Grabbing her by her shoulder he gave her a simple hug and let her cry into his saggy chest. ‘When did I become so sensitive? Still, this might be the opportunity I need to bring her even closer to me.’ Nick thought. Quietly he picked up the skinny redhead and carried her to the living area couch and sat down with her on his lap tight in his embrace. Her hands had wrapped around his neck and even sniffling she looked so pure and innocent, so fragile as she looked up at him with wide eyes and began her recounting.

After she was done, Nick sat in shock. He wasn’t surprised Peter failed to get MJ off, but he thought they would have at least had intercourse. He wanted her to have sex with her husband, wanted her to understand how wanting the man was in bed. Instead, Robbie and the random bro **** her had already solidified that Peter was not up to snuff.

Thank god for Black motherfucking Cat saving her. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that it was the same time as when Felicia Hardy had left his bed. It made him ponder what he had gotten himself into with the blonde. He almost smacked his forehead at not reading the signs earlier. The black clothes the woman favored, the fucking zipper and all the cat mannerisms. Jeez he never thought he was that dense. Fuck she said she was taking a fucking ‘cat nap’ in his bed right now. He had basically tamed the cat, found out that she wanted to be domesticated. It made his cock rise thinking about fucking her in her costume.

Putting that thought on hold he also contemplated what he had heard about MJ’s ultimatum to Peter. It was in the open. Peter knew MJ was fucking him and there was little to nothing the spidey loving photographer could do about it. Why MJ was so scared Peter knew was a bit of a mystery. It didn’t seem as simple as divorce. No the fear seemed almost physical. From what Nick knew Peter wasn’t the type who would hurt a woman. He figured he might be able find out once his cock was inside this amazing woman. Get her cock-drunk and orgasmed out and ask seemed like a good plan to him.

Leaning down, Nick took MJ’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and lightly kissed her lips, gentle as a breeze. No tongue, no ****. Sweetness and comfort were what he was trying to project. Staring deeply into her beautiful green eyes. His lips parted from hers to find tears streaming down her face.

Inwardly Nick high-fived himself as he moved in for the kill shot and lightly kissed her tears away before he spoke. Making sure to hug and caress her shoulders and back, her head now resting on his shoulder as she looked up at him with watery eyes full of anticipation and hope. He knew he could exploit that look. This lost little lamb was fresh for the slaughter.

“MJ, it will be OK. I want to pause our game and make love to you. Not fuck you, not as master and **** but as man and woman. Nick and MJ. I want to show you how much I care for you as a person. How much I will protect you. Are you willing to let me make love to you MJ?”

MJ stopped sniffling as she looked at Nick quizzically, “You know I won’t turn down sex Nick.”

“No, I don’t mean fucking, or just sex. I mean I want your love, your heart in it. I want to expose mine to you. Show you I love you. We may never be girlfriend-boyfriend but our relationship will also have love. Your safeword can be used to simply feel safe, feel love. I don’t want you to see me as some asshole taking advantage of you. I may demand things as your master, in the future, which may trouble you. I already showed you yesterday I can restrain myself if you ask, but I also want to show you I can love you, care for you, if you want or need it. Our relationship needs to be open and honest, and that can only exist if love is involved.” Nick spewed bullshit as he watched MJ slowly think about what he was saying. He knew he had her hooked when she lightly hugged him again and started crying into his shoulder.

“Thank you Nick.” MJ said as she pulled his face to hers. Her lips brushing against his, in a kiss that moved souls.

Pulling MJ further into a tight hug Nick said, “No need for thanks, you just need to tell me if there is something you need or want. I do care for you. I do love you. Never forget that.”

“There is one thing Nick.” MJ said as she pulled back slightly.

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