Mary Jane and Miles Morales NTR

Mary Jane peered through the glass toward the quarantine room, letting out a nervous sound of sympathy and frustration as she watched the poor sight that her husband's hero apprentice of sorts had been reduced to. Miles Morales lay on a bed in the sterile room, feverishly masturbating, so desperate and quick in his fervid motions, and even through the glass she could hear the faint, muffled sounds of deep, lustful agony holding onto him. She had nothing but reservations about what she was being asked to do, shaking as she stood there and watched, her mind absolutely torn. "Is there really nothing else that can be done for him?" Mary Jane asked, really not sure any of this was a good idea.

A fight in central park with a cosmic entity known as The Sex Bomb had gone poorly for Miles. He had fought off the villain harassing women in Central Park, but in the process came in physical contact with The Sex Bomb's powers, and had been sent spiraling down into panic and frustration, desperately masturbating as his body became consumed by lust and he found himself so hazily desperate for more that he could no longer think, giving himself up fully to overwhelming, desperate hungers. He was helpless now, unable to stop masturbating as his body reacted with primal swells of heat and desperation. Only SHIELD bringing him in through standard bio-hazard containment steps had helped him, and now he was held in quarantine in an underground bunker.

"I know this is hard," Nick Fury said, his voice low and grave. "But we've run the tests. The women effected have all started to wear off, but due to Miles's physiology and the radiation that gave him the spider powers, it's effecting him much more strongly. He's showing harsher symptoms than all of the others and it's not going away. He's been documented masturbating again and again, and we believe the component we're missing is something emotional. He needs more than sex with a woman, it needs to be one he is close to. And right now, it seems like you're the only female presence in his life aside from his mother."

"I'm also a married woman, Fury!" Mary Jane snapped back, harsh and tense as she tried to brush this all off. "Who is married to the man that he sees as a hero, friend, and mentor. Can you really ask me to do something like this?"

"That's exactly why I'm asking you. Miles is only eighteen, his body is still volatile and his mind isn't finished developing yet. Beyond the danger that this never goes away, there is a serious chance this will cause severe damage. He could end up in a perpetual state of frenzied lust for life if he's left to suffer like this."

All of the anger and indignance Mary Jane wanted to show died off as it was put into terms like that. She withdrew inward, arms folding as she looked nervously back over to Miles, tense and worried about how to handle this. She couldn't see what was happening with his back turned away from the glass thanks to a porn video playing on a television to help give him some semblance of decency while he was being monitored. Mary Jane didn't like any of this, but at the same time, she didn't want Miles to have to suffer, didn't want to risk him ending up with lasting brain damage from this. "Then let's make one thing clear. I am only doing this because I care about Miles, and I am not cheating on my husband to do it. And he will never, ever hear about this."

"He won't," Nick agreed.

"Promise me."

"I promise that we will bury this deep and he'll never find out about any of it." Nick Fury kept his distance from Mary Jane, giving her all the space she needed. "No official involvement of your name in the reports, and Peter never hears about this from any of us."

"Okay, then. L-let me in." Mary Jane was doing this. She hated herself for it, but she really wasn't in a place to be able to fight against it. She was guided into a decontamination chamber between the quarantine room and the observation room. She'd been told that he wasn't contagious and that she would be fine, that she was being sterilized only because the space itself was kept to a certain level of sterilization to keep the baseline test results clear. The hiss of the steam blowing over her startled her a bit, but more because she was too deep in nervous thought over what she was doing to have much presence of mind in this state.

Inside of the room, Mary Jane found a very simply place set up, simply dressed with a sofa, a bed, and a television to keep him occupied. The porn video shut off as the scientists let him focus now on his guest, and his eyes shifted over toward her as she approached. Mary Jane nearly fell over in the process. The naked, leanly muscled young man reminded her of Peter when they were younger, with one exception, the incredibly long and thick cock that held onto her gaze far, far too much for her to be okay with. She liked everything she saw here, and that didn't sit well with her at all. In the back of her head was appreciation for what she saw, a flare of shameless lust that urged her to just accept this and do it for everyone's mutual good, while the more reasonable parts reminded her that he was her husband's sidekick, much younger than she was and trusting her in ways that she felt were being taken advantage of right now. Just not by Miles or Mary Jane themselves.

"MJ?" Miles gasped, eyes going wide as he watched her walk into the room. "They said they were getting help, but... Wow." He didn't feel any shame about what he was doing. In fact, he even began to lightly caress his cock as he watched her come into the room, excited and sizing her up eagerly as he soaked in the sight of her. "I thought they were just going to hire a prostitute or something, but this is so much better." He stood up to greet her, walking slowly over as his hand tightened its grip upon his cock, and Mary Jane was deeply startled by what was happening.

"Ye-yes, Miles, I'm here to be your 'help." Her voice shook nervously as she watched him approach, watched him stroke his big cock so casually on his approach toward her, his body moving and her eyes happily following all of it as she beheld the way he carried himself.

On one hand, Miles respected and idolized Peter. Peter, who had been his inspiration in his home world and then on Earth-616 taken him in and guided him, let him operate as Spider-Man within New York while Peter took the name out globally. Who guided him through his tumultuous teens. The now eighteen year-old Miles owed everything to Peter and he couldn't forget that. But his wife was drop-dead fucking gorgeous. Mary Jane had aged well into her early thirties, a bombshell of a woman who still looked like the professional model she'd been in earlier years. Ample curves, a bright smile, fiery red hair... He stroked his cock faster as he drew nearer toward her. He respected Peter but the idea of fucking his wife an opportunity he couldn't let be wasted.

So he pushed her right up against the wall and pressed his lips against hers. The hand not gripping his cock tangled into her hair as he pulled her head in, burying her under the lustful passion of his needs and his advance. There was the very briefest second of Mary Jane resisting it before she melted into his touch, so abrupt and quick in how her conscience dimmed that it only fed into the ego of the younger man kissing her. He may have been blinded by unbearable, ravenous lust, but he was still sensible enough to understand what was happening and what she was feeling, able to know the surrender of someone giving up to his kiss just fine. It enticed him, ignited within him a fire he wasn't going to be able to fight as he leaned into the madness and kept the pressure up on her.

Mary Jane's hands pressed against Miles's firm chest as she found herself overwhelmed by his kiss, a bit dizzy and helpless as he began to pull at her clothes, groping her gorgeous model body as he touched her and made sure she was aware of the very territorial claim he was staking over her. It was a lot for Mary Jane to handle and she felt utterly helpless against it all, and she didn't hate it as much as she wanted to, didn't have it in her to fight against his quite like she wanted to be able to. It drove her wild, making her flare up with wild heat as she was taken on and touched. He groped her ass as he got her pants off, leaving her panties on as he reached up for her top next, tossing it aside and almost ripping her bra in two so he could get it off, freeing her ample, plump, milky white tits.

Just when Mary Jane thought he was about as aggressive as he was going to get, he lifted her up off the ground, holding her back against the wall as he buried his face into her bosom, nibbling down on the soft skin and getting his lips around one of her nipples, sucking on them aggressively, as it expecting milk. His hands dug into her ass as he held her in place, a bit too high to get into her pussy, but that was fine; he was just happy to savour the body he'd spent so long lusting after, finally able to own up to his frustrations and make his guiltiest, most impossible fantasies into a reality.

"Miles, wait," she groaned, finally finding it in her to push against him. As unbearably horny as he was, he set her down and pulled back, but even still his cock was long enough to brush against her thigh with the amount of distance he was able to give her, and that wasn't a sleight against his sense of boundaries. "If we do this, we need to do this right, okay?" She placed her hands onto his chest and smiled, giving him a wink as she started to open up into the more flirty thrills before her. She bit her lip, unable to believe she was doing this but opening herself nonetheless to something completely insane and scandalous. "Go sit down on the edge of the bed. You're moving too fast."

Nodding quickly and eagerly as he pulled back and sat down on the bed, Miles gave Mary Jane some space. She had a moment to assess the situation, and decided this was all absolutely and unbearably insane. She was actually doing it. Having sex with a man almost half her age. A young, muscular black man whose big cock confirmed a few stereotypes and taboos she was almost painfully aware of right now. Her legs shivered, and now that she was in nothing but her panties she felt more exposed and vulnerable against the pressures holding onto her. She drew in closer toward the bed, staring at Miles's cock and realizing she was actually going to do this.

Sinking down to her knees in front of him, it was hard not to feel fixated by his cock. Her hands reached out, his girthy shaft feeling incredibly warm under her touch, incredibly receptive to the way she grasped it. "You poor, poor boy. I can't imagine how horny you must be right now. But I bet you feel lucky to have me here to take care of you now." She licked her lips, shooting him a flirty smile as she tried as best as she could to carry herself like she was confident and forward, even if it was mostly empty distraction to keep her nerves from showing. She accepted what was happening as just the nature of the situation and leaned forward to start to suck his cock down, mouth opening wide as she pressed down and began to very slowly and patiently take him down.

"Fuck," Miles groaned, his head rolling back as he felt the sudden and warming treatment of her wet, hot mouth embracing the end of his cock. His hands gripped the sheets at either side of him tightly, nervous about getting too rough and impatient. Miles's lust was out of control, but it didn't turn him into an aggressive rapist or anything, just someone too horny to keep his hands from wrapping around his cock and jerking it madly. Mary Jane helped ease him down into something that he was willing to accept, his body shivering as she began to service him with slow, steady motion. It was a nice, welcome change of pace, as Miles remained receptive to anything she could do to him.

Walking the line with a slow blowjob was the only way for Mary Jane to bring things down enough to feel sensible about what she was doing. Her mouth sucked the cock down deep, moans rumbling as she worked her head on back and forth slowly, sucking and slurping on the thick shaft. She was surprised she could open her mouth wide enough to take him down, but once she realized she could handle him, her approach felt a bit bolder. The taste of his cock upon her lips, every throb within her mouth, was oddly enticing, making her shiver as she pressed down deeper, greedily sucking his cock into her mouth as her eyes stared lustfully up toward him, aching for the sweet embrace of giving herself up to him.

The steady motion of her head rocking back and forth was almost hypnotic, entrancing Mary Jane to sink down deeper and further into surrender. Sucking Miles's cock was enticing her to sink down into the throes of desperation, a heat swelling between her legs as the flaring lust gripped her hotter and tighter. Mary Jane couldn't shy away from it, her head moving a bit quicker as she serviced his cock with a steady and confident pace, feeling herself overwhelmed by the pressure of giving in and just how good it felt to lose herself like this. Her thoughts felt cloudy and distant as she sucked the cock down deeper, not sure how much she could actually handle a cock this big, but feeling like she had a responsibility now to do what she could for Miles.

No, there was no way Mary Jane was getting a cock this big as deep as he was going to want it. Pulling back, she decided to make the most of that as she began to lick her way down his cock, adoring and sloppy licks painting the thick, dark cock in her spit, making it glisten in the light that otherwise cast very anemic and sterile light upon the room. "How does this feel?' she moaned, her own lust showing too hard in her words as she steadily worked her way down, adoring his cock with her tongue and letting it shine further and further down. This was way too much cock to fit into her mouth but she felt confident she could coat it all with her saliva, letting her licks speak for themselves as she showed off to him something sweetly passionate, almost loving even.

"You're so good at this, MJ," he groaned, fingers tightening even harder into the bed. He was worried about getting too aggressive with her, his patience waning thin and temptation holding onto him tightly, but he was willing to let her keep going and set the tone. "I... I've fantasized about this a lot. About being the young lover to you. A hot white cougar is my dream woman." The words made Mary Jane's chest tighten up a little in a myriad of ways, but she worked to brush those concerns off and focus on what she had before her, steadily treating the cock to her continued worship and affection as she wondered just how she was going to handle this cock in other ways. There was so much to handle here, so many things to have to do and to have to worry about, and she was helpless against all of them.

But still, she got down just fine toward his balls, swollen and hefty even given how much cum had begun to dry against the sheets and how many times he must have jerked off already. They felt full and turgid upon her lips as she began to suck back and forth between his two nuts, her face rubbing up against his meaty cock in the process. She couldn't believe she was lost to the worship of Miles's cock, that she was being the 'hot white cougar' that he dreamt of. But how could she not be right now, so enamoured by the sight of his body and the throbbing heat of her own lust taking hold of her? She lavished his balls before working her way back up to the head of his cock with purpose.

Mary Jane took him back into her mouth and didn't stop until she had made him cum. With his cock now coated with her spit, it was slippery and primed for her to get her hands around, stroking his cock with both hands as she locked her eyes with his, staring up toward Miles with wicked intent on her mind, working her hands back and forth as she watched him twist before her, tense and excited. she wanted him to cum, her thighs rubbing together as the pressure held onto her and she found herself unable to deny the aches within her. She craved this, craved him, and nothing was going to stop her from getting it, from indulging her ravenous hungers as she sucked him off and refused to slow down.

For all her trouble, Mary Jane received the reward she craved, as cum gushed forward and erupted into her mouth, startling her with the force and volume behind Miles's potent load. He kept cumming and cumming, his cum tasting strong and salty, absolutely delightful in the hazy state she found herself lost to. She swallowed it all down, guzzling the cum of a man who wasn't Peter for the first time in so many years she was ashamed of herself for it. This was a betrayal, but those worries couldn't quite find purchase in her mind as she swallowed down the rich load of cum and her body shivered in ecstasy under the thrills that came with it.

"You came so much, Miles," Mary Jane whined as she drew back. 'You poor, poor thing."

"I need more," Miles groaned, his hands finally letting go of the bedding and reaching out to Mary Jane, the tension too much for him to bear. He wasn't rough with her even still, though, one hand caressing her cheek as the other reached down for her one of her breasts. "I need more of you, MJ. Please. I'm not okay yet."

"It's alright, I'm here for you," she said. It pained her to say, body trembling under the growing sense of urgency and frustration holding onto her, but Mary Jane was helpless against the decency that she should have been feeling, so deep into the pressure of being turned on like she was that she just accepted it all. "Would you like to fuck me now, Miles?" Miles had been waiting so long for her to say that, and he was quick to guide her up onto the bed with him, pushing Mary Jane onto her hands and knees as he shifted behind her, hands groping her ass. With a nervous shiver she asked, "Is my ass big f-for a white girl's?" Why was she leaning into that? Why was she doing any of this? Mary Jane shuddered under the weight of her own lust bearing down upon her as she continued to offer herself up in the most lurid of ways.

"It is the nicest white girl ass I've ever seen," Miles reassured her, squeezing at her round backside as he shifted into place behind her. She felt the tip of his incredible cock pressing up against her entrance, bracing herself for what was about to wash over her, and as Miles push slowly forward she couldn't hold back the noises that bubbled up in her throat. She felt the abrupt push so immediate upon her, frustrated and tense under the pressure of his cock slowly easing into her. This was a betrayal of her husband, of the man she loved. On so many levels she knew that, and understood it. But she didn't really feel it. All she felt was the thick cock pushing into her, filling her like she had never been filled before. The pleasure and sinful thrill of Miles pushing into her proved intense enough for Mary Jane to not really be able to feel the guilt or decency that could have distracted from this and given her pause.

Sinking his cock into the tight, sopping wet pussy of his mentor's hot wife was a dream come true for Miles, who pushed forward eagerly, sinking deeper into her as he gave himself up to her. His molten lust manifested itself as need rather than urgency, and he was able to control himself as he pushed into her, able to tell she was going to need some help with his sheer size, and he worked to loosen her up with caring, eager thrusts. He was amazed this was happening, and while he was definitely not happy that a supervillain had sent him into SHIELD quarantine, being able to push deeper into Mary Jane's incredible soft and snug pussy was something that almost made the chaos and the panic worth it. He could get used to the idea of problems bothering him out of being able to enjoy his day if this was the reward waiting for him.

The steadily feeling of Miles's cock easing into her, fucking her looser and deeper with each push, was something absolutely maddening to Mary Jane. She couldn't hide it either, her head rolled back as she let out hot, rumbling moans that helped convey just how desperate she was, how tightly wound and needy she had become under the pressure of Miles's touch. His thick cock was doing to her things just too good to fight, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly for balance as she tried to steady herself. "You're a very lucky man, Miles," she purred.

"Because I get to have sex with a woman as beautiful as you?" he asked, smiling hotly as he leaned over her, kissing the backs of her shoulders and her neck as his hands steadied onto her hips, gripping them tightly to hold her in place for his thrusts. He worked a bit quicker of a pace, feeling confident now about being able to do so and rewarded with more sweet, almost musical moans from Mary Jane for his trouble as she opened herself up to him so completely, her unconditional surrender and fervor proving to be all the warming delight he needed.

"I was going to say because your cock can make a married woman blush," she whined. "Mm, b-but yes, also because you're fucking me right now, sure." Mary Jane felt young again, kicking around flirty dirty talk as he adored her with his eyes, his hands, his words... It wasn't that she was unhappy with Peter and what their life together was. She just couldn't help but feel like Miles was bringing up the sorts of things she hadn't felt since she was his age, things that made her shiver and twist in heated, needy swells of lust as she gave herself completely up to them. "You're lucky for a lot of things right now."

When it was clear that Mary Jane could handle it, Miles's thrusts picked up the pace, his excitement helping him edge out her actual invitation for him to go faster as he just moved on reflexive excitement, pushing on to have his way with her and hold nothing back. He was a step ahead of her, eager to indulge and to have her, and Mary Jane was ready to be had. The more she felt of this throbbing delight, the more that she ached for him to have his way with her, surrendering to Miles without hesitation as he fucked her to new heights of pleasure, fucked her into the swirling, hazy thrill of being completely overwhelmed.

The steady line walking of restraint felt easier for Miles than it maybe should have. Being given what he wanted made controlling the darker of his urges all the easier, as he just focused on steadily thrusting into Mary Jane, almost tender in his approach as he worked steadily on, amazed by the feelings holding onto him now, the tightly coiled thrills that would not ease up. His passion flared up hotter as he moved with unerring glee, steadily walking the line between fervor and steadiness as he let her feel all of the mad pleasures burning her up, and he felt confident with each thrust in his abilities, every moan that Mary Jane sang out only helping to confirm how in control he was and how easily this all came to him.

It wasn't cheating on Peter that brought Mary Jane any kind of embarrassment. Wasn't the fact that she was attracted to a barely legal teen superhero and that she was probably still being watched by SHIELD scientists at least to make sure she wasn't showing any signs or being attacked. No, it was the fact that she came first. The fact that Miles, the handsome and hung stud who was infected with some kind of sexual haze too powerful to keep from jerking off because of, outlasted her. She was amazed by her own frustrations as she crashed into ecstasy, gasping and twisting about hotly. "Pull out, pull out!" she cried, whining even as she pressed her hips back needily, craving his cock buried to the hilt inside of her but her mind registering that she shouldn't let him cum inside of her.

Miles was happy to oblige, barely drawing back in time to keep from creampieing her, instead blowing his load all over her round backside, covering her ass and the backs of her thighs with cum. He groaned, hips shivering and cock spasming as he unloaded the messy seed across her, and the gooey, sticky warmth that coated her skin only made Mary Jane want to sink down even deeper into lust as she whined. Before she could say anything, hands grabbed hold of her again, rolling her quickly and efficiently onto her back, and she barely had time to register what was happening in front of her before Miles shoved into her pussy all over again.

"Miles!" Mary Jane cried out, startled by his fervor and the suddenness of his thrusts as he sank into her once more, his insatiable need to fuck driving him mad. Her eyes widened as he loomed over her, halfway lying on top of her, but leaving her with enough room that as his quick thrusts started up again and his big cock fucked her, the heaving of her milky white breasts was plain to see. She was there, exposed and helpless now as Miles had another turn with her, and all she could feel was joy over this. "Oh, Miles. Take me again, you're amazing!"

Every thrust buried the whole of Miles's impressive cock to the hilt inside of her, making Mary Jane shiver as she felt him utterly fill her, leaving her wondering if she would have even had room for much more than his cock. Lust clouded her thoughts, passion flaring hotter as her heart beat rapidly, almost breaking out of her chest. Her hands gripped his back, working their way clumsily up toward his head, before she tugged him down in a show of hunger and ached for his kiss. The fact that she initiated was not lost at all on Miles, who pressed in with all the hunger and need that he showed before, now only barely tempered by the fact that eh was actually getting what he needed.

Mary Jane was past the point of not caring now about the fact she was cheating on Peter. She actually kind of liked it, in fact. This handsome, younger man, in whose eyes she was a 'hot white cougar', was giving her something she couldn't deny herself, and the clumsy desperation behind her kiss only helped confirm a needy reciprocation of all his affections. There was no wait, no moment where she was able to do anything but lose herself deeper and deeper. Every moan she let out radiated with a sense of enjoyment, a love of life and fun that revitalized her. She didn't hide that she was enjoying this, revealing in the sin and the wrongness behind her acts as it pushed her into greater heights of pure satisfaction.

All while the thick cock pounded into her steadily. With the passionate kiss driving their pleasures, even Miles getting faster in his thrusting couldn't pull them out of the passion behind their actions, couldn't make them falter when it came to the mood gripping them. The bed shivered and creaked as Miles got worked up, but Mary Jane had spent over ten years as the lover of a man with the same powers he had, used to Spider-Men and the strength of their passions. Peter wasn't exactly a disappointingly equipped man himself, but Mary Jane struggled to think there were many men on the whole of the planet who wouldn't have looked unfavorable in comparison to Miles.

It was a strange reversal from messy cock and ball worship to doggy style fucking to the unbridled intimacy of loving, passionate missionary sex, but Mary Jane felt it was all a logical progression, like she was right on course, surrendering more and more not physically but emotionally to Miles and the reality of what was happening. As he fucked her and gave her everything she craved, she just couldn't shy away from the aching, throbbing truth behind how good this felt, ready to take it to the next level as she clung him tightly and offered to him the words and opportunity that would see him come unraveled at the mere thought of it. "Miles, please... You can cum inside this time."

The offer triggered his orgasm right there, the rushing excitement she gave him proving too much for poor Miles to handle as he slammed down to the hilt within her, one final thrust and a feverish locking of lips against hers proving everything he needed. As his cum erupted with another sizable load into her pussy, Mary Jane squirmed and shivered, whining as the cum pumped deep into her and she found herself absolutely helpless under the throbbing haze and the pressure of her own surrender. She loved every second of being creampied by her younger lover, letting the wrongness only fuel her hungers further as she clutched him tightly.

Finally, for the first time in far too long, Miles had clarity. He broke back from the kiss slowly, groaning, "Thank you so much," as he withdrew from her. He didn't pull her legs up over his shoulders or roll her face-down onto the bed to claim her ass. He settled down beside her, snuggling up beside the panting redhead and laying his head down onto her shoulder, nestling up into her neck. "It means a lot to m that you were willing to help, MJ."

"I should be the one thanking you," Mary Jane sighed. "I feel so warm all over right now. How do you feel?"

"Better, but the doctors say that it's not a guarantee I'm cured. They might have to call you in for more sessions, the clarity might just be temporary."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Mary Jane sighed softly. She was really doing this. In the breathless post-orgasmic haze, Mary Jane didn't feel clarity of mind or the pulling back of her lusts to reveal that she had just been too horny to think clearly. She remained firm and delighted in the moment and in her desires, and Mary Jane always knew that it was after her pussy was satisfied that she could listen to her heart and know for certain what she felt. She had that certainty now.

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"Doesn't SHIELD have a staff of professional therapists?" Peter asked, sighing as he watched Mary Jane slip her shoes on, already wearing a coat and ready to head out the door. "It's been a month now, why do they keep needing you for this?"

Mary Jane gave a coy smile and dodged the question as best she could. "We're working with the therapists, but that fight really messed Miles up and the doctors say his 'mental issues' can best be resolved if there's someone he knows and trusts there. I'm almost like a mother figure for him apparently, and so they keep pulling me in. But why the questions about it? You're not jealous are you, Petey?" Peter gave her a sigh and a joking frown, and Mary Jane kissed her husband on the cheek. "I'll be home late again. But I love you."

It was on that note that Mary Jane left, stepping into the car waiting for her outside to drive her to the SHIELD site that Miles's quarantine had been moved to. he was still recovering, and the sessions were definitely helping to make him feel better, but he wasn't cured yet. In truth, Mary Jane wondered if she wanted him to be cured, or at the very least, if she was going to be 'strong' enough to cut things off after he was cured. She had a lot to think about on the quiet rides in the back of a SHIELD car, heavily armored because they seemingly had no 'normal' cars to drive her around in. She had a lot of time with her thoughts on these rides, and as she nudged and fretted at her knee-length black coat, as fancy as coats came, she mostly just thought about Miles waiting for her, and the fun she was going to have.

When she arrived in the quarantine room, Mary Jane was ready to go. "Hey there tiger," she purred, smile bright as she slipped the coat open, rolling it off of her shoulders and letting it hit the floor to reveal the sexy, lacy red lingerie she had underneath it. Miles's hands were so swiftly upon her that she would have been startled, if he hadn't started every session off like this. She accepted it, accepted his kiss as she pushed him back onto the bed, climbing up into his lap and purring, "I've missed you," into his lips.

Mary Jane was past the point now of being able to fight any of it. She put on the act of being a good and faithful wife with Peter, but she loved these sessions with Miles. They were always on her mind, always something she ached for when she went more than a couple days without them, and in some ways she had become more patient and abrupt about sex than Miles was, hands at his cock as she urged him to get her panties off, intent on riding him cowgirl and fucking her brains out on his cock. He was the one stuck in the room, Mary Jane couldn't help but feel like she was the one prisoner to her own lusts.