Intense honesty.

MJ woke to Peter snoring; she had slept for barely two hours as she thought of what she wanted to discuss with her husband. Frowning she flashed back to their courtship, dating and all the good times they had gone through. It wasn’t enough anymore. His lack of attention, the danger he put her in, his apparent lack of attention to her work, her needs. It was all depressingly clear they were going in different directions, perhaps they always had been.

Lightly getting out of bed she walked to the kitchen to start coffee as she once again ran through what she wanted to discuss with Peter in her head. Her **** last night not forgotten but pushed to the back of her mind. This morning was about her marriage.

“Hey babe, morning. Got a cup of coffee for me. I have a massive headache.” Peter said as he ambled into the kitchen and sat at the table.

“I only made one Pete.” MJ said coolly.

Peter unaware of his wife’s coldness pressed on, “Fine just make me another, I need to sit down.”

“Make your own we need to talk about a few things while you’re having your coffee.” Snarled a pissed off MJ. Peter’s every action seemed to grind at her.

“Babe calm dow...”

“DON’T, just don’t. You...don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” Screamed MJ as she started the coffee machine.

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a bunch. I’m sorry I passed out but...”

MJ grit her teeth as she grabbed the cup of coffee that had just finished and slammed it down on the table causing it to splash on the bewildered superhero.

“Pete, we have a lot to discuss.”

“Fine, but fuck MJ, that could have burned.”

MJ rolled her eyes, knowing full well Spiderman could deal with a mildly hot cup of coffee.

“Listen Pete, drat, where do I start. I guess with the biggest thing we need to talk about...” MJ started before being cut off by her husband.

“MJ I said I was sorry about the shower incident, I honestly don’t even remember it.” Peter said sheepishly.

“Damn it Peter, maybe interrupting should be added to the list. No, the biggest thing isn’t you **** me. Do you hear me? The biggest fucking problem I have with you isn’t you **** me. Do you get how fucking bad that sentence is? Do you?” Shouted an irate MJ.

“Wait, what. It wasn’t ****, you’re my wife.” A bewildered Peter lamely stuttered.

MJ glared daggers into her husband as she calmed herself. Peter knew better than to continue and stared into his coffee trying to remember what could be worse.

“Pete, this is about my agency contract?”

“What about it? I thought work was going well. It’s been ages since you signed that.”

“Pete, did you have a lawyer read it? Do you remember? You told me not to worry about it, that you would look at it and have your lawyer friend look at it and OK it. You promised he said it was OK. I gave you $2000 to pay the lawyer. Do you remember that?”

“Sure babe, I remember. I had Matt Murdoch look at it.”

Sighing, MJ knew he was lying to her face. “Pete, can you give me Mr. Murdoch’s number? I need his address also.”

“Why?” a clearly embarrassed Peter whispered.

Pouncing on his lack of conviction MJ exploded, “Because I am going to sue that bastard. I signed the contract because he said it was good. It has cost me millions.”

“Millions?” Peter said, his eyes lighting up with greed as he thought of all the tools he could add to his crimefighting arsenal with the added money.

“Is that what you are focusing on? Your friend screwed me out of millions and all I see is excitement in your eyes.”

“But MJ, just think of all the cool things I could do to my suit to help fight crime as Spid...”

MJ nearly lost it as she screamed in interruption, “FUCK NO. You think you are touching a dollar of my money after your friend is the reason we don’t have any?”

“MJ it wasn’t his fault, he never read it...” Peter’s voice fell to a whisper as he realized he had just admitted something really bad.

MJ didn’t scream this time, her voice was quiet and cold as she shot daggers from her eyes and said, “So you never gave it to a lawyer. You just said you did and what pocketed my hard-earned cash? Fine, then I should let you know I signed with a new agent yesterday.”

Peter was sheepish as he said, “MJ listen I put the money back in our account when we got married. I know it was wrong but I ran into Doc Oc when I was going to bring the documents to Matt and I lost the copy in the fight. I saved a dog though. Wait, who did you sign with? Did you read the contract?”

“Pete, you lied to me for eight years, so I want to be honest with you right now. I did read the contract, my new agent made it clear I needed to understand what I was signing. I’m not a 17-year-old anymore. I signed it, and a special semi-exclusive photography contract as well. The first shoot will be today.”

“Wait, you signed to model only for one photographer, and it wasn’t me?” Whined Peter.

MJ continued to glare at Peter, her respect for him dropping by the second, “That’s right. You wanted to be the exclusive photographer of Spiderman, when was the last time you even took a random shot of me, of us?”

“I can change that. I promise, I can...”

“No, you can’t. Not now, maybe never again. I signed and that’s done. My new agent slash photographer will be traveling with me to every one of my future photo shoots. Travel you never took with me before and are not invited to any longer.” MJ said callously.

Peter went wide eyed as he began to realize how much he had fucked up with his wife. Years of neglect; for her and her work flashed before him. Years of begging off events and travel to tropical locations for photo shoots. Years of her practically begging him to take photos for her to use on social media which he declined as it was amateurish. Not something a professional like him would do. Years of only shooting himself as Spiderman, trying to glorify his alter-ego’s name.

“Before we talk about the next topic, you **** me. You should know my new agent and photographer is Nick and I am required to have a private photo shoot with him daily (if possible) for socials. I’m not going to lie to you, even a lie of omission, not anymore.” MJ said clearly and with confidence.

Peter didn’t know how to react as he was ashamed of how badly things had gone but also frustrated and anger that his main rival at the paper would now be travelling with his wife and taking pictures of her in very intimate positions daily. Just as he was about to erupt MJ doused his raging tempest.

“On the plus side, for you with Nick busy with me, you should get more freelance work for the Bugle. You might even be hired full time. Nick won’t need the money, and won’t have the time as he takes care of my needs.” MJ’s voice was almost robotic, there was no joy as she conveyed the ostensibly good news to Peter.

Good news that only made the spider man groan, in frustration. He knew the implication of her statement. Nick would be getting a cut of her contract and would be presumably making a ton of money. He was cut off though, he was cut completely from MJ’s money.

“You should know you were one of four men to **** me this week. And one of five to have their dick inside me.” MJ stated as Peter felt the head blow after the previous gut shot.

“Wait, what?” Peter said as he stood staggeringly and took a half step toward his wife then a step back, confused on whether he should hug her, or not. Comfort her, or not. Could he if he was one of the assailants? Did he have the right?

MJ continued, landing body blow after body blow to Peter’s ego and manhood, “Craig **** and **** me while you were passed out that first night. That juice of his was laced with something.”

“That son of a bitch, I’ll kill him...”

“I fucked him a few times after, for fun. He has a giant cock, easily eleven inches. He ploughed me to so many orgasms all the times after. Then yourself in the shower.”

“but you are my wife...” Whimpered the whipped man.

“What’s worse Pete? **** a stranger, or **** your wife? At least with a stranger the person being assaulted shouldn’t expect to feel safe. You broke all boundaries of trust.” MJ said with a glare.

“I know, I am sorry. I really don’t remember, maybe something is still affecting me from Craig’s juice?”

“I doubt it.” MJ said, giving him no quarter. “The third was your good friend Robbie. He **** me after I dozed off at the pool yesterday.”

“Shit.” Peter’s eyes went wide in disbelief. His mentor and friend at the Bugle had fucked his wife, no **** her.

“Honestly, I’m not sure how far he went. I was passed out. I know he was the only one there. I know I orgasmed a few times and I know I had semen leaking from my cunt.” Peter still in shock felt his vision swim as his wife stated what happened in a detached voice.

“But, but you had me eat you out last night, before...”

“Before you couldn’t finish? So what, if there was some leaking out, you didn’t notice in your pitiful attempt.” MJ sneered at the distraught man.

“The last was last night after you passed out, a man broke in and tried to **** me at knife point. Some woman dressed in black knocked him out, but not before he had been in me.”

Shocked, Peter could only sit back down and hang his head.

“You were passed out drunk as his feet kicked you in the head. He used your head as leverage to push in me. I guess Spidey senses don’t work when you are drunk.” MJ’s voice was a mixture of anger and laughter as she broke that final piece of information.

“MJ, I’m not like the others. I swear I would never do that again.”

“Pete, you aren’t like the others. They weren’t supposed to protect me, cherish me. You were in the room for two of the rapes, were basically best friends with the third and were the GOD DAMN FOURTH. Plus little Petey, they all got me to cum. Not to mention Nick.”

“Wait a second, Katzenberg that fat asshole fucked you.”

“Yes, I said there were five men who fucked me. Odd isn’t it. The man you were most guarded against, he was the only one who didn’t actually **** me this week. If anything, I **** him the first time we fucked. Remember when you brought him back and put him in bed. He was freezing even under blankets. I got in bed with him to add body heat. I woke up in the middle of the night and you still weren’t home. Long story short, I saw his cock and wanted to fuck it, so I did. It was amazing. Even blacked out he got me to cum and cum. And his cock, it’s a masterpiece. It’s twice your length and easily twice your width, little Petey. Are you angry? Well, congrats, now moving on to the third reason I am pissed at you. Black Cat!”

Peter sat in silence. His emotions roiling inside him. Anger, fear, shame, embarrassment but no happiness. Happiness had left his life during this conversation.

“Nothing happened with Black Cat. She just kissed me.”

“I know, she said when she saved me last night. She said it didn’t happen because you weren’t big enough for the ride.” MJ said as she raised her eyebrow and looked at Peter’s tented pants in disgust. “Hours after **** me, you were trying to fuck someone else. You know what I did after I found out? I spent the rest of the morning being Nick’s slut. I let him fuck me any way he wanted to and I said he could have me again whenever he wanted. Remember, I have daily photoshoots with him. I imagine it will involve a lot of bikinis. Maybe even nudes. What are you going to do about it?”

Gritting his teeth Peter stared at his wife as he pictured her beautiful form writhing under Nick’s rolls of fat. Riding him. Sucking him. Travelling with him. Depression overtook him as he almost collapsed in his chair.

“We have a few choices here little Peter Parker. 1) we divorce 2) you become a cuck 3) we open up the marriage completely.”

“I don’t deserve this. I love you.”

“You don’t deserve this? You love me? No, you love yourself and Spiderman. You neglected me for years. Screwed me, us, out of millions by not being honest. You **** me. You tried to cheat on me. What do you deserve?”

“But I’m Spiderman.”

“You should have been my husband first. If you couldn't do that you shouldn't have tried being Spiderboy. Anyway, those are your choices. I am going to Nick’s, our first photoshoot is this morning. You can come watch if you want but be warned we might fuck and if we do, you better not interrupt. If we don’t divorce, I will require you to sign a post-nup in regards to my future income. You will not ever touch a dollar I don’t willing give you. And right now, I’m not willing.”

“Why Nick? He’s fat and gross and rude.” Peter mumbled as MJ stood.

“Pete, I know you two don’t get along but you want to know why. Fine. First, he is a sex machine. He can make me cum just by letting me suck on his glorious cock. Second, he focuses on me. He could have asked for anything and he asked to be my agent and photographer. And when he found out how little I was making he cared enough to read my contract and call lawyers. He already had my termination of services sent via courier to my old agency. Third, he knows what makes me tick. He is the only man I have ever met who can make the true me come out. Fourth, I want someone who will be there at night. You just aren’t, and I doubt you ever will be. You love Spiderman too much. Jonah may not be right, you aren’t evil, but you aren’t a good man, a good husband either.” A small crack in MJ’s stoic face surfaced when she saw how painful her truth was to her husband, still a second later she hardened her heart and left the kitchen to go get ready for her first photo shoot with Nick.