For the sake of her husband: yes.

Just get him off and you can leave, she thought to herself. With a sigh, she brought herself out of the moment and into her new 'role.'

Mary Jane stroked the cock in her hands and looked up at him, "your cock is so big, Mr. Fisk. It's so tasty, too." She cooed, running her tongue up its length. "My pathetic husband could never measure up to a man like you."

He laughed and let his hands rest on the back of her head. She let him guide her forward, opening her mouth as she began to take his cock in. Her lips stretched around the thick member, her eyes widening as he **** it further down her throat. Mary Jane struggled and gagged, but had **** as she was **** to take his dick.

"Such a good girl. I think you've earned permission to play with yourself. Go on: rub your cheating cunt, Ms. Watson. Get it ready for this cock." He pulled her back and forth along his length.

Despite her mental protests, she did as she was told. Her fingers slipped between her legs and began to stroke her pussy. Much to her shame, it was already soaked. She'd never been truly dominated like this before. Peter was so gentle and loving; this was far from that. So much so that she almost missed the last part of his command. What? No! I will not let him fuck me! But... What choice do I have?

Fisk recognized the conflict in her face. She had realized the situation she was in: if she wanted to protect the people she cared about, she would need to entertain him for now. He pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up by the arms, letting her dangle in front of him. "Enough of your poor foreplay. Now, I take you and make you mine." He let out a deep chuckle and tossed her down onto a chaise lounge.