Peter Parker

Mary Jane had just finished her final step on the 5 flights if stairs to her apartment floor. Of course it had been a couple weeks since the elevator broke and it still wasn't fixed. MJ just *huffed* along knowing that was part and parcel for her life right now.

As she unlocked and dropped her purse off at the entryway table, she was startled by someone sitting on her living room couch.

"Peter!" She yelled.

Startling Peter in his full Spider-Man gear resting with his feet up on the coffee table.

"Ah!" He shouted, accidentally shooting MJ with a *thwip* of his web shooter at her bosom.

"Peter!" she yelled again, this time annoyed. "That was my last, good clean blouse."

She knew the webbing would dissolve... eventually, but it didn't mean it wasn't a pain in the ass.

"Oh my god... MJ.. I’m so sorry," Peter apologized.

She didn't care and ran to the couch tackling him. She had conflicted feelings of guilt and betrayal, but with Peter here and now she was willing to bury that for her loving husband.

"Oh honey... It's so good you're home. I missed you so much," MJ said as she planted kiss after kiss on him.

"Ouch.. ouch... ouch," Peter replied as he tried to hug back his wife. "I'm seriously all bruises at this point hun. I need a hot shower and a lot of sleep," Peter said as he pushed his wife off of him and slowly getting to his feet. "I hope you don't mind."

Mary Jane felt a bit rejected, but repressed those feelings as she got off her husband.

"Oh hun! I understand... I’m sure we can catch up in a bit when you're ready."

While Peter was soaking his pain away in the shower, he informed her of all his adventures, meeting aliens, battling armadas, etc...

MJ just nodded and feigned interest. She never knew how much those things bored her. She was always attentive and listening... something she wished her partner could do for her.

"That's amazing Peter... wow," she said back to his long story. "OH! By the way... I've been getting back into modelling... lots of work."

"MJ that's great!" Pete said behind the shower curtain.

"Yeah... I've been really lucky to work with one of the best agents and photographers in the buisness."

"Oh yeah? Do I know them," asks Peter.

"Uhhh...ummm... yeah," Mary Jane started out. She was very hesitant to follow up with the true answer though she did, "Nick Katzenberg."

"WHAT?!" Yelled Peter. He immediately shut the shower off, and wrapping a towel around his body, ran up to his wife.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That guy is pure slime, pure unadulterated slime! What are you fucking thinking MJ?!"

Mary Jane was now on the defensive. She had argued with Pete before, but this was a whole new level of anger.

"Peter, he's helping my career! He actually is getting me work! And not just small jobs... actual fashion magazines!" MJ yelled back.

Pete returned fire, "We don't need his help MJ. Any help he is offering has strings attached... something for him to take advantage!"

MJ volleyed back, "It's not WE! It's ME! It's my job, my career, my future! Not everything is about the great Peter Parker and Spider-Man!"

Peter will not relent, "Hun... everything you do affect us... Every relationship, every contact, could be some attack... or plot..."

"Jesus, Pete!" She cut him off quickly. "Not every person in New York is a villain! Not everyone I meet is a monster! I need this... I need to be more than just Mrs. Peter Parker! I want my career too!" MJ started out. She followed up with another stinging point, "...And we need the money Peter! It's not like Spider-Man and photography are buying groceries, or paying the rent, or anything!"

Peter stood silent as he knew his own shortcomings. He just never really acknowledged them. To have his wife, the love of his life, so freely point it out... he knew it wasn't an ideal situation.

Never one with good timing, MJ's phone messaged her.

*bloop* *bloop*

Opening the messaging app, she got a text to meet with Katzenberg.

*Hey Baby... Got another hot date lined up tomorrow... Bring your gorgeous ass to my studio... Maybe we'll get to taking pictures... maybe LOL.*

"We have a photo shoot tomorrow," MJ covered for Katzenberg's true text message.

Peter standing stiff and defensive, shook his head, "I'm coming too."

She just texted back *Peter knows you're my agent and photographer. Nothing more. He's coming tomorrow. Behave... please.*

Mary Jane pushed past Peter. "Fine," she said coldly, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like a shower... Hopefully there's enough hot water to last."

As MJ cleaned up, she could feel Nick's cum oozing out of her. The slow trickle of semen sloping down her thighs. She felt bad. She had lied to her husband, cheated on him, and now she was feeling emotions for another man who wasn't her husband. Reaching down to clean the slime from her legs and inside her slit, she raised the glob to her mouth. Knowing she was stained, she licked her fingers clean and *moaned*