Some semi-serious soul searching

Note: I did a stupid thing and cleared all my saved passwords.

As she grabbed a free rental bike and began her journey around the wooden resort area. The cool breeze was a blessing to her, she could feel the blessing of nature around her, the quiet solitude helped her process. It was nice to ride without the constant catcalls and honking of horns. She did miss the surge of anger which fueled her to go harder, faster when those two things inevitably occurred.

Maybe she had just been suppressing her own sluttiness. She had fallen very quickly to Craig’s **** free attack, would have succumbed even faster to Katzenberg, no Nick, if not for her overprotective husband. Though he had oddly thrown the two of them together in the end. She had put up minimal resistance to her husband’s ass **** and in hindsight, quite enjoyed the sensation, though she felt somewhat resentful her beta-husband had taken the lead in their sexual pairing.

Maybe she had only been faithful because she felt the hero of New York deserved faithfulness. Maybe she had rejected so many previous advances because she always maintained control and the men themselves were too scared to actually act on their lewd comments even with only a casual chastisement . Maybe she was losing herself. Maybe these men no longer felt intimidated by her looks. Was she losing it? She was hitting her mid-twenties, the ****-knell for a supermodel. That thought terrified her more than anything. God knows she couldn't start a salary on Peter's salary.

She couldn’t figure out why Nick and Craig had acted and she had submitted. Craig at least had a near foot-long cock and had tried to seduce her. Nick had just dominated her. Maybe she just fell in love with the big cocks after Craig had shown her the light, even in a **** state. She had never had one bigger than six inches before and most were only Peter’s girth. He was after all only slightly below average.

MJ shuddered time she had fucked been tag teamed by two micro-dicked slimeballs; one a talent agent and the other his banker friend. Those assholes had taken advantage of her when she was fresh to the modelling scene. She was just glad they hadn’t filmed it. Being in the modelling business she had been around before dating Peter, the super boy next door. She did love him, but she missed him too often and too much when he was off fighting villains. Why couldn’t he leave them to the police and protect his home more often? If he had, perhaps she wouldn’t be thinking of the uncle and nephew pair and their long, fat cocks.

Thinking of Craig, MJ didn’t know how she felt, but she strongly suspected she wouldn’t actually like being in a relationship with him. He was too chaotic. Full stop. He was also a recovering addict, who wasn’t completely in the recovering stage, so maybe just an addict. She had been around enough models to know what addiction was. After all, it snowed a lot at fashion shows.

Still his cock was something else, bigger than most pornstars she had seen on screen. He came off as innocent and sweet to her but in the aftermath she knew had **** her, lied to her, and wanted her exclusively. He had made her promise to stop having sex with Peter, her husband, while threatening not to fuck her again. She had failed that promise, but only felt some embarrassment on how quickly she had folded, not that she had. He was a good fuck, the biggest she had ever had, but she couldn’t love him the way he was, or the way he wanted her. She could see her future if she stayed with him, and she didn’t want to end up some crack whore, or something the crackhead traded for ****. She was just another addiction for him, and she knew he liked to mix and match his addictions. She had experienced that firsthand, even if she didn't remember all of it. She had no doubt he would try fuck and **** her into submission and dependence, if given the chance. She had to end it with him soon.

Nick was a different beast. He was at least not completely unhinged, though he was a chauvinist prick. He had a sense of danger, without the actual danger. He was funny, and personable with most people excluding Peter. Stronger than he looked, and even his weight sent a tingle when she thought of how he had dominated her in her bed, his body enveloping her, crushing her, as his nine-inches crushed her insides.. He also wasn’t relationship material, but he could be a good booty call, fuck-buddy, or part time master. She’d have to think on that one.

Peter was still her best option for a relationship and family, and though this morning’s fuck session was otherworldly, he had reverted back to being a beta bitch too quickly. And there was the money issue, not to mention the elephant in the room. Would starting a family with him be safe? Why was he so quick witted and aggressive to criminals but so sensitive and passive with her? If only she could put Craig’s cock on Peter’s body and add a tinge of Nick’s dominance.

MJ decided she was going to stay faithful from now on to her marriage, if Peter could bring it like he did today, but they needed to discuss boundaries. His fucking was great, his disregard for her saying no was not. She would forgive him after this week was over and blow his mind in bed, and hope he would blow hers. Until then both of them would be off sex. The anticipation of reconnecting would help her heal, tighten and increase the arousal for both of them.

Glancing at her watch, she realized she had been going for an hour and pretty hard if the mileage was accurate. She pulled over to have a drink and heard a scuffle going on in the nearby woods. She spotted red and black flashing around amongst a group of men and a solitary tent. In a few minutes, it was over and MJ could see Spiderman standing between the same group of thugs who had tried to **** her, two young pretty half-naked girls and Black Cat.

She could easily deduce what had happened but froze in shock as the two half naked teens each gave her husband a full on mouth-on-mouth kiss, thanking him, the first grabbing his crotch and the second pulling his hand to her naked breast. Sluts. Though it didn’t seem Peter was saying no. Overall, not the best, but nothing to get her panties in a bunch over, they were kissing Spiderman anyway.

Suddenly Black Cat intervened and knocked both women out before grabbing them and lying them on the ground. At first, MJ wanted to thank the woman but was thoroughly enraged when she saw Black Cat saying something before Peter grabbed her and begin making out with her, not Spiderman, but Peter. He had completely removed his mask for Black Cat before she pulled him toward the open tent. She knew who he was. MJ pulled out her phone took a minute long video and pedaled off already plotting her ****, all thoughts of chastity gone in her anger at his betrayal. To think she had just been thinking of staying faithful to her marriage when she could just cuckold the hero with every man he despised, and maybe even those he loved as friends before outing him as the webbed crawler.

Peter felt his Spidey senses activate for a split second as his make-out session continued. He was really regretting being found out by Black Cat, not only had she tracked him but she had also found out his identity. She had done a good deed in bringing him to save these two girls, but to then be blackmailed into a make out session, well it wasn’t that bad.

At least until she had grabbed his hard-on and pulled back with a teasing, taunting smile and said, “And here I had been calling you ‘big boy.’ How did you manage to get MJ with this little dicklet? How do you keep her? Hell my tongue would do more damage to old Red.”

For emphasis, Black Cat licked her lips seductively. Nothing had ever been so ego deflating and cock shriveling. Until she continued.

“It seems the water is really cold today, shame. Well, I’m done here, this won’t satisfy me.” With a flick of her wrist, she condescendingly patted his shrunken penis, before rubbing his head, “See you later, tiger.” The last word was so condescending that Peter’s broad shoulder’s fell and his head and back bowed slightly as he cringed.

Her laughter echoed in the tent long after she had left Peter, red and flustered in her wake.

Peter looked away in shame and flashed back to when he entered the tent when he thought he saw a red headed biker speeding away, ‘Shit.’

MJ rode with a fury, tears streaming down her face, only sad she had misjudged her husband so much. She knew she was creating a double standard considering her week so far, but damn it if it didn’t hurt.