can be a dangerous thing.

As she continued, tears were still streaming down her face, when she saw a fat man taking up most of the path.

“Get out of the way lard ass.” Yelled a still enraged MJ, not even slowing as she approached her. Her normal pleasant personality had shut down, even fifteen minutes of cycling hadn’t calmed her. How dare her husband cheat on her, shame her.

“Now Red, is that any way to talk to a lover.” An infuriating smirk lit Katzenberg’s face as he turned and put a hand on MJ’s handlebars, stopping her in place. “Tsk, tsk. If you want to get me on my back that badly, you just need to ask. No need to leave a mark.” As he leaned in, his eyes staring at hers with amusement, “Besides, I like to be the one marking my lover.”

Looking her up and down, as she continued to scowl up at him, seeing the hickies left by his nephew. “Looks like someone beat me too it though, does the Spidey lover know?” Katzenberg said with a laugh, as he leaned back to take in her full form. Hand still on the handlebar, holding her.

Seeing her face blush red with shame, rage still showing in her eyes, Katzenberg knew had hit the mark and filed it away. “Who stole your lunch, anyway?” As he saw her eyebrows furrow further, he continued, “So you are both stepping out huh? Didn’t think little Petey had it in him. Was he the pitcher, or catcher.” Her face went from rage to confusion in a split second.

“I mean, I assume you caught him with his lover. Everyone knows anyway.” Katzenberg paused to watch MJ’s face go back to rage. “So was he on his knees, or was Spiderman on his?”

A bolt went off in MJ’s mind and she chuckled briefly as she imagined Peter trying to give himself a BJ.

“Your one to talk, asshole.” MJ shot back, not in the mood to deal with Katzenberg’s crass sense of humor, but he wasn't really the target of her rage. In fact, her target would hate her even having this much of a conversation with Katzenberg. Maybe she should start her **** here and now. The scowl left her face, smiling up at Katzenberg. That was all the invitation Katzenberg needed to lean in and flirt with the stunning red-headed slut.

As he once again leaned forward Katzenberg laughingly said, “I admit it, I do like seeing people with red on their head on their knees before me. You know that first hand." Katzenberg took an exaggerated look at Mary Jane's delicate left hand where her wedding band and engagement rings glistened. "Would you be jealous if I had a Spidey bobbing her head on my crotch. Wonder if Ghost Spider, or Spider Woman can handle my prick. God knows you couldn’t get enough of it after the first lick. Wonder if you would like a repeat, right here, right now? Imagine on your knees here, where anyone could walk by, even the Spidey lover. I would be more than happy to let you fuck your beautiful face on my cock.” His eyes rose in an exaggerated fashion, making light of their previous encounter at his apartment. His hand had a different intent as it rose slowly to her cheek. Just when she thought he would try and caress her cheek and it was about an inch away it sped up and sent a tight slap to her left cheek, before reversing course and backhanding her right cheek.

As her mind reeled in shock as she looked at Katzenberg's smiling eyes, she couldn't believe what just happened, no one had treated her so harshly, been so casually mean to her before in her life. Men bent over backwards to please her, to act as a white-knight. Nick did neither. He treated her like shit, and she couldn't stop her juices from starting to flow.

"I remember, rough play got you really revved up last time." His rough, calloused hand moved to grip her chin tightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Slowly his thumb began to trace her rubby lips which began to quiver before slightly opening on their own, seemingly eager to have an appendage enter. He took the chance.

"Suck what is offered, Red." Katzenberg ordered.

She did, tasting his sweat and dirt as his thumb violated her mouth, moving in and out as he used it to slowly explore her entire soft mouth.

"I once stuck my finger in warmed butter, I'll be damned if this doesn't feel better." Katzenberg said as he took another step closer, close enough to smell.

With him stepping closer, MJ could see the rivulets of sweat dripping down his forehead and nose, his armpits and chest stained with sweat through his shirt. The smell was uniquely his causing her to flash back to the same sweat dripping on her face, neck and breasts as she was crushed under his weight, his thick nine-inches pounding her into submission on the bed she was sharing with her husband. The same submission he was forcing on her again, she thought, as her tongue rolled around his thumb as it pushed in and out of her fat ruby lips.

Inwardly chastising herself, she tried to calm her breathing and slow things down to her pace, hoping he wouldn’t notice.