Nope!

"God, MJ, you feel amazing," Peter groaned, his erection pressing insistently against her ass. "I want you so bad."

Mary Jane's hips bucked involuntarily, caught between pleasure and an urgent need to honor her promise to Craig. She pictured the teenager's acne-scarred face twisted in ecstasy as he pounded into her relentlessly. The memory of his huge cock stretching her pussy made her clench around Peter's much smaller fingers.

With a gasp, Mary Jane grabbed Peter's wrist and pulled his hand away from her dripping center. "W-wait," she panted. "I can't...not right now."

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, concern evident in his voice. He tried to pull her close again but she wiggled out of his grasp.

"I'm just...not feeling well," Mary Jane lied, avoiding his eyes. "Must have been something I ate last night."

"Oh, I'm sorry honey," Peter said. "Is there anything I can do?"

Mary Jane shook her head, guilt gnawing at her insides. "No, I just need to rest a bit more. Why don't you go grab some breakfast? I'll join you later."

Peter planted a soft kiss on her forehead before reluctantly getting out of bed. As he dressed and left the cabin, Mary Jane buried her face in her pillow. Her body was on fire with need, but she had made a promise. Craig had claimed her pussy as his alone now.

With a groan of frustration, Mary Jane slipped her own hand between her legs. As she stroked herself, she imagined Craig's cocky grin and enormous shaft. It wasn't the same as having him inside her, but it would have to do for now. She bit down on the pillow to muffle her moans as she brought herself to a quick, unsatisfying orgasm.

Mary Jane lay in bed for a while longer. Her body was still tingling dully. Finally, she dragged herself out of bed and stood before her suitcase, contemplating what to wear. Her fingers trailed over her usual modest sundresses and conservative blouses before landing on a tight red crop top she'd packed on a whim. A mischievous smile played at her lips as she pulled it out.

"What the hell," she muttered to herself. "Might as well have some fun."

She slipped the crop top over her head, the material clinging to her curves and leaving a tantalizing strip of midriff exposed. Next, she shimmied into a pair of tiny denim shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. Mary Jane admired her reflection in the mirror, turning this way and that. The outfit was revealing enough to turn heads, but still appropriate for a casual resort breakfast.

To complete the look, she applied a coat of glossy red lipstick and teased her fiery hair into tousled waves. A pair of strappy sandals added a few inches to her already impressive height. Mary Jane gave herself one last appraising look, feeling a thrill of excitement. She looked hot as hell, and she knew it.

As she sauntered into the resort's dining area, she felt eyes following her every move. She spotted Peter at a table near the windows and made her way over, putting an extra sway in her hips.

Peter's jaw dropped as he took in his wife's appearance. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her exposed skin.

"Wow, MJ," he breathed as she slid into the seat across from him. "You look incredible."

Mary Jane gave him a coy smile. "Thanks, Tiger. I was in the mood for something a little different today."

Peter leaned across the table, clearly intent on kissing her. At the last second, Mary Jane turned her head so his lips landed on her cheek instead.

"Careful," she admonished playfully. "You'll smudge my lipstick."

Peter sat back, looking slightly confused but still enraptured by her appearance. Mary Jane felt a pang of guilt at rebuffing him, but she'd made a promise to Craig. No matter how much she might want to, she couldn't let Peter touch her like that anymore.

As they ate breakfast, Mary Jane was acutely aware of the admiring glances being cast her way from around the room. She caught sight of Nick eyeing her appreciatively from the buffet line, and her cheeks flushed as she remembered his knowing smirk from earlier.

But it was the gangly figure slouching into the dining room that really made her pulse quicken.

Mary Jane's breath caught in her throat as Craig sauntered into the dining room, his eyes immediately locking onto her. A slow, predatory grin spread across his acne-scarred face as he took in her revealing outfit.

Craig deliberately made his way to the buffet, piling food onto his plate while keeping Mary Jane in his sights. She could feel his gaze burning into her, making her squirm in her seat. Peter was oblivious, chattering away about his plans for the day.

"I thought we could go for a hike this morning," Peter was saying. "There's supposed to be some beautiful waterfalls not far from here."

"Mmhmm," Mary Jane murmured distractedly, her eyes following Craig as he found a table nearby.

The teenager sprawled in his chair, long legs stretched out before him. As he ate, he kept shooting meaningful glances at Mary Jane. She felt her cheeks flush as she remembered his possessive words from earlier - how he'd forbidden her from letting Peter touch her.

Guilt and arousal warred within her as she recalled how eagerly she'd agreed to Craig's demands. What had come over her? She was a married woman, for god's sake. She shouldn't be letting some cocky kid dictate her sex life.

And yet... the memory of Craig's massive cock stretching her to her limits made her pussy clench with need. Peter could never satisfy her the way Craig did.

"MJ? Are you listening?" Peter's voice broke through her thoughts.

"What? Oh, sorry Tiger. I guess I'm still not feeling 100%," she lied smoothly. "Maybe we should skip the hike today. I think I need to rest a bit more."

Peter's face fell in disappointment, but he nodded in understanding. "Of course, honey. We can just have a lazy day by the pool if you're up for it later."

Mary Jane smiled weakly, guilt gnawing at her insides. "That sounds nice. Why don't you go ahead? I think I'll head back to the cabin for a bit."

As Peter kissed her cheek and left, Mary Jane caught Craig's eye across the room. The teenager jerked his head towards the door, a clear invitation to follow him. Heart racing, Mary Jane stood and made her way out of the dining room.

She had barely stepped outside when a hand grabbed her arm, yanking her around the corner of the building. Craig pressed her up against the wall, his lean body flush against hers.

"Fuck, Red. You look so goddamn hot," he growled, his hands roaming over her exposed skin. "Did you dress up like this for me?"

Mary Jane opened her mouth to deny it, but Craig crushed his lips to hers before she could speak. His kiss was sloppy and inexperienced as always, more enthusiasm than technique. But Mary Jane found herself melting into it, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.