Can you feel the love today?

“I want you to promise me at least one night of week of romance for just the two of us; if we aren’t travelling separately. I think I need at least that. You can plan everything for the night, but I want to feel like I’m not just a cum dumpster to you.” MJ said with a completely serious face. Her eyes threatening to break into tears again.

Nick was dumbfounded. He had anticipated a lot of demands. This was pretty easy. A single night of romance a week for six days of fulfilling his wildest fantasies. He had half expected something like this from Felicia but always figured MJ would get the romance from Peter. He was internally giddy at the prospect of having MJ coming to him for all of her romance as well as sexual needs. Still, he didn’t want to give up too much in the exchange.

“Darling, I think we can find something to meet your needs but, depending on Felicia’s needs, you may be shortchanged on occasion if you, or I, am travelling too much. Assuming a normal week, then yes, I can promise you that. It would be my pleasure. However, I want to collar you first. To show your commitment to me and my commitment to you, not today, not this trip in fact, but soon.”

“What exactly goes on in a collaring?”

“Good question darling. Think of it as a marriage ceremony but between a Master and ****. They differ greatly depending on the couple involved, but for mine...I will be the only between us speaking. You will relinquish your communication to a proxy, until I say otherwise. Don’t worry too much. It will be something you enjoy, but we are steering a bit off course. I will send you details, and you can comment if you have any questions. Do you want to pause things and make love to me?”

“Yes, Nick. I like that you are asking me too. I really appreciate that this is outside of our normal roles, it feels...nice. Nice. God I'm probably blushing like a girl who just got proposed to, I didn't even feel this giddy when Peter proposed. ” Nick noted MJ was blushing, her makeup not hiding her delight in the least as the red spread from her cheeks to her neck. He found it delightful, god he wanted to facefuck her right now. Shame it wasn't time for that.

“Come here darling.” Nick said as he moved his hands to MJ’s slim waist and kissed her lightly on her bright red lips.

Nick moved at a glacial pace as the couple made out on the sofa, MJ with her knees wrapped around Nick’s thighs, held up just high enough where his cock grazed gently against her mound. Nick didn’t grind up or pull her down. Instead, he held her where she was, letting his cock tease her through their clothes. Without taking his eyes from hers Nick moved his mouth down along her chin letting his teeth nibble against her skin every few kisses. When he reached her jawbone, he moved his hands. One going up to cup her ass and hold her in place and the second strongly massaging its way up her back to the nape of her neck. He didn’t grip it like before. He just gently massaged it as he worked his way up to her ear. It was more of a symbolic touch than one of dominance. Just to show how much he was holding back. MJ’s groans sounded as Nick’s tongue flicked her lobe and moved up and around before leaving a swift playful bite on her ear. Slowly he kissed down her swanlike neck to her collarbone and paused as he licked back up before sucking her beautiful flesh into his mouth leaving a near-transparent hickey. Again, he kissed down as MJ strained her breasts forward, offering them to him. He ignored the offering and moved along her above her breasts to her other collarbone and repeated his process of licking, sucking, kissing, and nibbling on her flesh until he had returned to her lips. This time his tender kiss was met with MJ’s tongue invading his mouth. Instead of fighting, he let it in and caressed it with his own. His hand on her back moving to the front of her shirt to untie it and unclasp her bra so smoothly MJ didn’t notice it was done until she felt two fleshy hands holding her mounds. Not long after thumbs began lightly tweaking her nipples which were quick to rise to the occasion.

“Ohhh my.” Was all MJ could breathe out before she dove back to connect with Nic’s mouth.

Slowly the thumbs traced around her breasts, only sparingly touching her blood-filled nipples. Too strong to tickle but too light to be aggressive, Nick showed he knew more than just simple domination. Someone had taught him the gentle arts of making love at some point as well.

Nick’s hands moved down to MJ’s stomach as she began to breathe heavily, only to be left waiting as Nick only let his fingers tenderly massage her belly. MJ did notice it was mostly centered around where his cock would hit when he was fully in her. With the realization her cunt began to lubricate itself. Her mouth watering at the thought fiercely began to invade Nick’s mouth, trying to engage an enemy who was being too friendly, making her simmer with lust.

MJ and Nick were so concentrated on each other they didn’t notice they had two guests, the first a resident of the cabin in Craig and the standing near the window using his phone camera to spy inside.

Peter didn’t know how to feel about MJ’s revelations. He knew he had messed up big time over the past seven years. He had never slipped in his faithfulness, nor even thought about it until this week. However, he had seriously neglected his wife. He just always assumed she would be there, and she always had. She was his rock in the choppy waters of his life as he balanced, poorly it appeared, his superhero life, his work life and his personal life. Two of those things were actually going well. One he was watching crumble to pieces, no supervillain was causing this pain, no arch nemesis was **** his girl. It was like he could see her falling and had no way to catch her. She didn’t even appear to want to be caught.

Still, the worst of it wasn’t her cheating, it was her flagrant intimacy with someone he thought below him. Fucking Katzenberg. A poor, fat, slob. A boor of a man. Misogynistic and hateful. His one saving grace was that he wasn’t racist, well probably. He did like to say, “I’ll fuck any color of the rainbow.” And apparently his color today was red.

Now here he was outside the window of a resort cabin watching that man about to make love to his reason for being. And yet, there was something erotic about the displacement of it all. He checked himself and he wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t soft either. He was in a state of suspended half-chub as he watched Katzenberg begin a slow process of love-making. If it was someone better looking Peter may have been completely turned-on; watching MJ’s body in the throes of passion as always a turn-on, but he just couldn’t see the appeal of the man.

Nick didn’t speak as he moved his head down in tentative kisses to the top of MJ’s breasts as she rose to try and get his soft but manly tongue near her yearning nubs. His hands moved to the inside of her hip bones and pushed gently up, making MJ stand up, so she towered over the sitting man. She could only groan in frustration as the motion pushed her nipples far from Nick’s dutiful tongue and she could only moan when that tongue swirled around her stomach and belly button. Nick’s fingers quickly found her drawstring and undid it, with a push her pants and panties fell to the ground in a heap.

With a swift motion Nick stood and pushed MJ onto her back with one hand while drawing his shirt above his head with the other. Spreading her legs wide, Nick kissed MJ on the mouth before he descended bit-by-bit, inch-by-inch over MJ’s quivering body to her newly trimmed and shaped bush.

From the window, Peter shuddered as he felt his penis lengthen seeing MJ’s new bush. She never let it grow too crazy as she often had bikini shoots. However, gone was the neatly trimmed but natural red bush he was accustomed to, in it’s place was something he found extremely enticing. MJ had shaped her crotch in a flaming red heart. He could gawk as he zoomed in, to make out where she had stenciled Nick’s name around it.

As he lifted her legs higher, he saw something Peter couldn’t with Nick’s head in the way. MJ not only had written his name on the arches of the heart but to the sides of her pussy she had written, “Master’s property.”

Nick continued to stare at her pussy as he moved his face closer to the flaming heart. His hot breathe caressing MJ’s thighs as she squirmed at the intense inspection. The seconds he took taking in every detail felt like hours to her. She had never really had her pussy inspected with such rigor, outside of her doctor’s office. Her eyes closed in embarrassment she couldn’t see but she could hear and feel the breathing becoming labored before she felt a light kiss on her red bush. Opening her eyes she looked down, to see Nick staring intensely up at her.

“I love it Mary Jane, thank you. I don't know what to say. It may be the nicest thing any woman has ever done for me. I'm so glad little Petey made such a mistake and let you go.” Nick said, for the first time with real emotion, his inner thoughts in turmoil as he vacillated between joy that she cared for him so deeply and need to dominate this newly dedicated woman.

Peter shuddered as the fat man denigrated him. His penis hard as he pictured himself in Katzenberg’s place. MJ looking down on him with such love. He had been in that position only days ago, but somehow this look from MJ seemed different. He couldn’t put his finger on how the look was different at first.

“I’m glad you like it Nick. I was worried it would be something punishable.” MJ whispered as she felt Nick’s first lick on her silken inner thigh.

“I see, perhaps you should have asked, but I like it. So, no, surprises like this are not likely to be punished. Especially on days we make love. Be daring even in love Mary Jane.” Nick said before he began to nibble on her other thigh, mouth moving closer to her rising mound. MJ unconsciously moved her hand to her mouth, biting her finger to stifle her sound. Her eyes half closed as she basked in the sensation of Nick slowly making love with his mouth on her lower body. Her purple eyeshadow giving off an aura of a lewd seductress.

It hit Peter like a freight train. Worry. It was worry in MJ’s eyes. Fucking worry fucking Katzenberg wouldn’t like what she had painstakingly done to her bush. Peter bristled at the fact when MJ looked at him there was love but it was assumed it was a love returned and so there was no need to please involved. With Nick it was love but also the need to please, a need to fulfill him.

As those thoughts raced through Peter’s brain, Nick’s tongue landed on MJ’s sensitive labia, alternating between weaving between her folds and gentle sucking moving from bottom to top. MJ’s other hand moved to her breast, pinching her nipples as the finger in her mouth was white from biting to stifle the noise.

Nick, continued his painfully pleasant **** on MJ’s cunt before pausing to look up.

“Mary Jane, no need to hold it in. Let the world know your pleasure. I want everyone to know I am making love to you.” Nick said before returning to his work.

This time he switched to long upward licks before his tongue twirled around her clit, his strong tongue flicking it around for a few seconds before starting another long lick. Taking his advice and afraid of breaking skin, MJ’s hand flew from her mouth as she shrieked with pleasure at the first flick. Hearing her sounds of pleasure, Nick continued with his current method. He could taste the sweat beginning to form, as he moved to even longer licks, first from her perineum and then after a few minutes from her ass to her clit. MJ’s moans only increased.

“Nick, that’s amazing. Keep that up. Ohh God. Eat my ass, Nick.” MJ moaned as his tongue first entered her asshole, the long, strong, wet muscle easily penetrating and swirling around her insides. MJ could only groan as the feeling vanished, only to have Nick’s tongue move up her mound before feeling his teeth lightly biting on her clit set her off.

“Nick, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Screamed the redheaded wife.

Peter now stood in the window, eyes glued to his shuddering wife. He had never seen her get off that hard, or that quickly. He had thought himself a good pussy licker but it usually took him ten or more minutes to get even a minor orgasm out of her. He hadn’t even noticed when his phone clattered to the ground. He also hadn’t noticed when a sneering Craig started to film him watching MJ from the window. His spidey-senses had been going haywire since he arrived at the cabin and he was becoming numb to the feeling.

As MJ came, Nick pulled his head away and licked his way up her body. Leaving small love bites at places he knew would be covered by a bikini. By the time he made it to her neck MJ’s convulsing had mostly stopped and when he kissed her, her eyes snapped open and only seconds later she was pulling his neck towards her.

Nick dropped his shorts and stepped out of them as the pile of discarded clothing grew.

Pete's jaw dropped. He thought perhaps MJ was exaggerating about Katezenberg's cock, but there it was in all it's glory. Peter now knew what MJ saw in the man and his own penis reacted.

Craig laughed as he filmed from the bedroom window. He zoomed in, as he saw Peter's crotch start to twitch wildly and finally he caught the moment his tan shorts darkened with wet semen. Peter had cum without touching himself as he watched his wife about to make love to Craig's fat uncle. Craig couldn't help but gloat as he saved the file and sent it to Nick to enjoy later.

He had a newfound respect for Nick since yesterday. He had heard a lot and watched the videos Nick provided of his training of MJ, his threesome with MJ and Felicia, basically everything the man had. He was awed at how the gross fat man had manhandled the two supermodel looking women. How his uncle was able to get the women to speak what they wanted and react to it with perfection. Like now, he was making love to MJ, Craig knew Nick had planned a rough day of **** training but upon seeing her crying figure he had had an about face and given MJ exactly what she needed. Or at least would give it to her soon. Sure Craig was a bit jealous, but he was also realized how much he could learn from Nick. For the first time he thought he had found his calling and could see a path forward, a path forged by his uncle. Peter was just the first man to be stepped on in the path forward.

MJ's screaming echoed through the cabin as Craig heard what he assumed was Nick beginning to make love to the woman and Craig focused his camera back on the jilted husband as he saw Peter's shorts begin to tent under the wet spot.