Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Wife!Reader x Peter B Parker x MJ Parker
Summary: Who knew you and your husband’s couple friends could be more that just friends?
Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! Sex, multiple partners, oral sex, p in v, p in a, double penetration, dirty talk, fluff
A/N: This fic totally got put on the backburner so I could finish requests and work on my series. That and I'm an anal editor... and I got carried away with the plot... anyways enjoy!
It all started as a joke. A stupid comment made by Peter during date night. The four of you would always get together once, maybe twice a month, to go on a group date. While it was a nice change of pace, the routine had become pretty mundane. Usually consisting of getting dinner at one of the three restaurants you all enjoyed, some light banter, catching up with each other’s private lives and ending the evening at you and Miguel’s apartment for drinks and wrapping up loose ends of conversation. Tonight was different.
You don’t know how or why, but the conversation had veered from the usual chatter to more...intimate conversation. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave everyone loose lips, but suddenly the topic of ‘keeping things interesting in the bedroom’ became the hot button issue of the evening. It was mostly you and Peter doing the talking, MJ chiming in here and there while Miguel silently sipped his drink beside you. Peter somehow gets on the topic of polygamy and open relationships, recounting how MJ and him had attempted it in the past, but got cold feet.
“Y’know, I’d be into having an open marriage if that meant getting to see you two naked.”
Peter was too caught up giggling at his own little comment to notice how the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift. It was brief, a moment of silence as the group absorbed what he had said in their hazy minds. The quiet eventually being disturbed as MJ lightly slapped her husband on the thigh, chastising him and looking at you and your husband with an apologetic look.
“I think that’s our cue to go, we told the sitter we’d be back before eleven anyways,” MJ changes the subject, helping you bring the now empty glasses to the kitchen before herding her husband to the front door. You exchange your farewells, MJ giving you another apologetic look that you dismiss.
“We all say stupid things after a few drinks,” you assure her and the two of you share a smile and a hug before your two guests leave. As the door shuts behind them, you turn to look at your husband, wrapping an arm around his waist as you lean into him, “You know Peter, he’s always got something funny to say,” you point out, resting your cheek on his shoulder. You’re looking up at him, trying to read his expression. Usually when Peter says something stupid, Miguel makes some snide comment back or simply tells him to ‘shut the hell up’.
But he didn’t say anything. And he’s still not saying anything. Eyes glued to the front door with that look on his face that lets you know he’s thinking about something. The look that indicates the gears in his head are turning.
“What do you think about it?” Miguel finally speaks up as you crawl into bed, both of you having finished up your usual nightly routines. The question has you pausing briefly before plopping gently onto the mattress.
“What do I think about what?”
“Opening up the marriage.”
You pause for a beat. “Why would you want to do that?”
Miguel only shrugs, seeming neutral about the idea himself, “Could be fun,” he points out in a matching neutral tone.
“Would you be okay with that? Me sleeping with some other guy?”
“Absolutely not,” Miguel pulls his eyes from the small, orange screen floating in front of him to give you a sideways glance. “It’d be someone we know. Someone I actually like.”
“Like Peter and MJ,” you return the bluntness, making Miguel’s jaw clench. He isn’t mad, you know him well enough to gather that, but he doesn’t seem himself. His dismissive attitude having something underneath it.
“Forget it, I’m tired,” he huffs, the little screen blipping away as he rolls onto his side, back to you. It’s then you realize he’s nervous, something that he thinks doesn’t suit him. It’s a rare thing to witness on him, you slide across the bed and wrap an arm around him, the side of your face resting against his.
“Let’s put a pin in it. Think about it some more, yeah?” He doesn’t say anything, just hums in acknowledgement, but the tension leaving his body lets you know he’s calmed down. You turn your head to kiss his cheek, whispering a goodnight in his ear before rolling back over to shut off the light.
Just as you’re settling in, Miguel shifts behind you. A strong arm wrapping around your torso and pulling you to him. It has you letting out a soft chuckle, which turns into a light gasp as his lips trail along your neck. One hand is pulling the collar of your nightshirt aside so he can kiss across your shoulder, the other sliding between your legs and into the fabric of your underwear.
“You were so beautiful tonight, mi amor,” he says for the hundredth time that evening and yet somehow it still riles you up. “Wearing that little, silk dress...you know what that does to me,” the pad of his middle finger presses down on your clit, teeth nipping the shell of your ear simultaneously.
“Miguelito,” you sigh, his grip on you tightening and pressing the swell of your ass to his growing bulge. Fingers tangle in your hair, turning your face to his so he can kiss you deeply. When his tongue tries to slip into your mouth, you nip at it playfully, causing him to growl something in Spanish and pull you underneath him.
For a while, neither of you touch on the subject again. Not in the way that made it seem like a forbidden topic, but rather you were both waiting for the other to say something first. It starts out harmless, the ‘what if’ scenarios mingling in with the usual pillow talk. And then they extended into casual conversation between your husband and you. While getting ready for bed, over the dinner the both of you had made, cleaning the house up on Sunday, even when you go out grocery shopping.
Would we go on dates? “Don’t see why not,” Miguel says with a shrug.
Are you interested in Peter or MJ? “Hmm...both,” you responded in kind to his question, “What about you, baby?”
Miguel gets that thoughtful look, eyes turned to the ceiling and lips pursing, “...Both.”
It felt strange, talking about dating your closest friends behind their back. Especially when conversations turned a bit more...explicit. Wondering what they’d be like in bed, what they’d sound like, taste like...”We have to say something,” you tell him one night while washing the dishes.
Your husband nods in agreement, but there’s a tightness to his features that hints at hesitancy, “How do you even bring something like that up?” It’s a fair point, you had also been pondering over how to break the ice.
“Well...it was technically Peter’s idea, right?”
“It was a joke, amor. A joke he made when he was drunk.”
You bite your lip in thought, scrubbing a plate a little longer than necessary. "I think we just do it," you finally say, looking over at Miguel who's giving you a skeptical look. "Just ask 'em. The worst they can do is say no."
"And never speak to us again," Miguel's pessimistic comment made you giggle.
"They wouldn't do that, you know that."
The plan was to divide and conquer, Miguel mentioning the idea to Peter when he saw him next and you would bring it up with MJ during your usual biweekly weekend brunch. It was something you two had learned to plan well, your little chats having to be coordinated so one of you could borrow your husbands' gizmos. Seeing as Miguel considered 'girl time' not a viable reason to give you your own.
Despite the initial confidence, your nerves were running at an all time high, hands shaking as you brought the mimosa to your lips. "Everything okay?" MJ grabs your attention and you hum, looking at her like a deer caught in the headlights. She smiled softly, sitting a little straighter in her chair. "You didn't hear a word I just said, huh?"
"I...no. Sorry," you confess sheepishly, "there's just been a lot on my mind."
"Penny for your thoughts?" she teased, tone containing a sliver of sincerity.
You sigh heavily, thinking of how to approach the topic, thinking you'd have more time to prepare. After some anxious fidgeting and looking anywhere but where the other woman sat across from you, it just spills out. "We should go on a date."
"Huh?"
"And so should our husbands."
"What are you-"
"With each other."
"Woah, hold on, back up," she waved a hand to silence you, laughing to break the tension. It's at this moment you're grateful she knows you so well. How your nerves could get the better of you and cause you to blurt out nonsense. Allowing you to take a breath, she pressed, "Now, what's all this about?"
Another deep breath, "Do you remember our last date night? When we were talking back at the apartment?"
"Yeah..."
"And Peter made that joke about..."
"Ohhhh," her eyes widened in recognition, only to then shut tight as she cringed at the memory, "yeah, he had a lot to drink that night. I don't even know how we got to talking about open marriage," she chuckled wryly.
"Well.. Miguel and I have been talking," you continued, getting MJ's attention again. "We thought maybe it could be fun. Something new."
"So you two are opening up your marriage?"
"Not exactly," you start to tap the base of your glass nervously, "We figured if we were to open things up, it would be with someone we trust. You know how Miguel is, he likes his privacy. So if we were to open things up-"
"You'd want to do it with Peter and me," MJ finished for you and you offered an awkward smile.
"Are you mad?"
"No," MJ reassured, expression turning thoughtful. Her silence felt deafening, your heartbeat thrumming in your ear as you waited for her to react. She didn't look upset, but she didn't look intrigued eager, stirring the thought around in her head while she finished her food.
When the bill arrived, you finally spoke up, "You know, you can just forget about it. It was just a thought we had-"
"I'll talk to Peter," MJ said, plucking the receipt from your hand and pulling out her card. You were taken aback, relief washing over you to the point you could have melted into the chair then and there. MJ, seeming unfazed, gave you a reassuring smile, "Let you know at the next group date night?"
"Yeah," you breathe, finding your voice again, "That'd be great."
The next date night came on sooner than expected, Peter and MJ being the ones to reach out and schedule the event. You knew Miguel was as equally nervous as you, he just wasn't as big on expressing it, the anticipation only seeming to grow as the day drew near. They had invited the two of you over for a night in, consisting of a homemade dinner, maybe some card games and the long awaited conversation. A piece of lasagna, curated from Aunt May's own recipe, and a couple hands of blackjack later, the four of you had gathered on the couch for a long winded discussion.
First and foremost, Peter and MJ clarified that they were on board with the idea, easing the bundle of nerves in your chest; however there were things they wanted to address. It was mostly technical, pertaining to Miguel and Peter and their work, along with any other boundaries that each individual had. The consensus being to take things slow, start from where the friendship had developed and expand from there. Keep whatever did occur reserved to personal lives and not let it carry over into anything else.
"It'll be different, that's for sure," you said to Miguel, the two of you back home. He was wanting to get into work early, already started on his nightly routine while you drew a bath to wind yourself down.
"How do you feel?" he asked, making eye contact through the mirror. You smiled, noting how his eyes gave your nude form the mandatory up and down before you sank into the warm water.
"Good," you replied after giving it a brief thought, "honestly, I'm kind of excited."
Miguel chuckled, "I'm not exciting for you now?"
"No! I didn't mean it like that, just that-"
"Cállate, mi amor," Miguel soothed, coming to kneel beside the tub. One of his hands lifted to cup your face, thumb prodding your cheek when he saw your pout. "I understand you, always have, haven't I?"
"Yes," you agreed with some reluctance, which only humored him further.
"Goodnight, cariño."
"Goodnight, Miguelito," you echo, accepting a kiss that lingers on your lips, even as he walks away and settles into bed.
Everything was nerve wracking at first for you, akin to when you were still single and dating. You were thankful that you had the basis of friendship to lean on, butterflies not as severe during the first few dates with Peter and MJ. Over time, they had ceased entirely, returning to how things had been between them, only now there was something new. A spark of intrigue that would eventually grow into desire. It was thrilling, dating two people and being married to one, a sort of taboo that developed into your new norm. Not so forbidden as you had initially felt it to be. Everyone had their own unique way about them, each seeming to make you reminisce on your life up to this point and beyond.
Peter reminded you of your past, when dating was new and fun. Dates felt like you were back in high school, going to cheap burger joints and run down arcades. He enjoyed taking you to the bowling alley his Uncle Ben used to take him to; and you would always have to hide your smile when seeing he still had to use the bumpers when playing. In exchange, you had brought him to the diner you used to work at. Vintage to you, but modern day to him, he enjoyed trying every milkshake on the menu and you were kind enough to divulge the secret ingredient that made them so special.
The first time the two of you had sex provided a sense of deja vu. Fumbling hands and experimental touching, except now the both of you were older and wiser. Over time, the sex became almost playful, the bedroom full of hushed giggles between breathy moans. He was a jokester, even when nestled between your legs, teeth teasing when nipping at your skin. And yet he was equally tender, checking in at random moments; he could be buried to the hilt in your heat and would still ask if you were okay and it would warm your heart knowing he'd stop even then if you asked. Which you never did.
"How was it?" Miguel had asked you the morning after the first time you'd been with Peter, monotone but curious.
"It was....good."
"Better than me?" There was no venom behind his words, jealousy not something Miguel was known for.
"No, I don't know how to explain it, it's just different," you shrugged, "What about you and MJ? Was it 'better'?"
"No," he shrugged back, pondering to come up with his own unique answer, but he couldn't find one. "Just different."
MaryJane was like the present, always in the moment and spontaneous. Dates were decided on a whim, sometimes the two of you were already spending time together, realizing too late that whatever shopping spree or girl's night you were doing could be classified as a date. Between her and Peter, she was the first one you got comfortable with. Not because you had a stronger friendship to start with, but because there was already love. The kind formed between two women, a deep understanding of the other person that your husbands would probably never understand, no matter how hard they tried.
You had never been fortunate enough to be with a woman before her. Something you said you had always regretted and daresay even fantasized about. MJ just laughed it off, saying she was basically in the same boat.
"What do you mean by that?" you asked, perplexed.
She just laughed it off, "I...experimented some in college. Back when Peter and I were on our first break."
"What!?" You squeaked, anger coming from the place of a friend who had been denied vital information. "You never told me that!"
"It wasn't anything special," MJ waved off your words, "we were both drunk and inexperienced."
Her words didn't seem to hold any weight once the lights were off. You were surprised at how seamlessly she seemed to take control, kissing you breathless until her lips had trailed all the way down to your core. Her tongue knew which buttons to push, how slow it needed to work to build you up so you could come crashing down. You were shaking from the aftershock, and yes even some nerves, when it was your turn to return the favor. MJ tasted like no fruit you'd ever had before and yet that seemed to be the best way to describe it. Sweet with just a hint of sour, her long nails scratching against your scalp when she grabbed your hair, making you moan into her cunt. Pride bubbled up in your chest when she finished, greedily lapping up her wetness before she pulled you up to another kiss.
"How the fuck do you make it look so easy?" you asked once things had settled, the two of you snuggled under the covers exchanging pillow talk.
"Dunno, I like peaches." You both laughed, followed by the hushed giggles so as not to wake Mayday who was two rooms away. Sleepovers became frequent, the morning after always spent drinking coffee until someone's husband came to fetch them.
Miguel was your future, you never knew what to expect and yet that's what made it all the more exciting. You had always seen him as such, the man you'd spend the rest of your life with, the one you wanted to start a family with someday. A part of you had had reservations, that maybe this change would dampen what the two of you already had, but if anything your relationship was better. You had gotten used to being around each other, the honeymoon phase beginning to fade into the mundane that came with marriage. If you weren't working, you were together, at least until now. Now there was new conversation, personal anecdotes that the other hadn't heard or been a part of. The spark had never faded between you two, but now it burned brighter.
Sex was just as good as it had always been, it was a welcome familiarity. Miguel's body was something you knew well, every inch another part you adored. There was fun with discovering a new person's turn ons, what made them moan the loudest, but there were times when you didn't yearn for that. Rather, you preferred spending your time underneath your husband. Morning or night feeling your walls be stretched to the shape of his cock. Feel your chest burn with longing as his arms wrapped around you, both while his hips thrust against yours and in the aftermath as you drifted off to sleep.
It had been some time since the four of you had gotten together, all too enthralled in the nuance of the changes in your relationships. In all honesty, you hardly considered it a date night, more of an accidental get together. MJ and you had been keeping each other company, your respective husbands out working. They entered the Parker living room via portal, seemingly out of breath but relatively unharmed.
Miguel intended to simply pick you up and head home, but when MJ offered some leftover empanadas, you had shown her how to cook them earlier that night, he decided to stay a while longer.
"And what are you two going to do with the rest of your night?" MJ asked, once everyone was sat, their bellies full of Spanish cuisine.
"Unwind. It's been a stressful day," Miguel answered before you, making you look in your husband's direction. The look in his eye was one you knew all too well, making you smile and your cheeks turn a faint pink.
"Ohoho," Peter chimed in, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."
"Reel it in, Parker," MJ teased her husband, rubbing his back reassuringly when he pouted at her jab.
"Well, then I guess we should get out of your hair." Miguel let out a huff as he got to his feet, patting your leg as an indicator to follow. The two of you hardly took two steps before Peter was intercepting your path to the exit.
"Hold on there, big guy," he chuckled, a familiar mischievous look in his eye. "I may have a proposition."
"I don't know, Peter," it was your turn to tease, entering his line of sight as you leaned on your husband's arm. "Might I remind you of the last time you had a 'proposition'?"
"No," he cut you off, preventing you from sharing the details of the last time you two spent time together. A story you both swore to take to the grave, its contents something neither of your spouses would let you live down. "I was thinking," he started again, "since we're all in...the mood," Peter's fingers wiggled, as if casting some sort of spell, "then maybe all four of us could take this upstairs?"
It was an idea that intrigued you, as well as your husband; you could tell since he hadn't said anything yet. It was even more obvious he was interested when he did respond. "I don't think your bed is big enough, Peter."
"We actually just upgraded to a king, thank you very much."
"Hmm," was all Miguel responded with, gaze traveling to look down at you and over to MJ on the couch. No words were spoken, only a silent understanding as the four of you cleaned up, migrating to the upstairs master bedroom.
It starts with uncertainty, ironic seeing as you'd all spent the last few months touching and discovering each others’ bodies, but now it's figuring out the dance together. MJ takes the initiative, her lips finding yours, tongues joining one another in a seductive dance. She's overpowering, chasing your mouth as you pull back for air, cutting your gasp short. Her hands are holding your face, the one wrapping around your waist new. You both part to glance over your shoulders, Miguel at your back and Peters hers. Giving your husband a quick kiss on the cheek, it's your turn to pull MJ in, lips engaged with hers once more while Miguel trails his down your neck.
Clothes are pulled from your body, joining the ever growing pile on the floor. Somehow the four of you manage to crawl into bed in unison, even more a miracle no one caught a stray knee or pulled a strand of hair. It's a mess of teeth and tongues, lips and hands roaming bare skin and squeezing wherever they could.
Foreplay was brief, all of you too eager to simply be with one another. Miguel took to lying on the bed, MJ sitting on his face while you bounced on his cock. Peter guides you to lean back against him, controlling your hips to move at a near painfully slow rate. His teeth nipped along your shoulder, his free hand teasing your nipple which serves to heighten the sensations.
"Fuck," you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head, MJ's seeking hand grounding you through the stimulation. Her lips seek yours like they were oxygen, messy in their desperation and a coy smile turns up your lips. As if reading each other's minds, you feel her fingers touch between your legs as you do the same to her. MJ is wet, soaked in her own release and Miguel's saliva. Your fingers take over rubbing her clit so his tongue can fuck into her, MJ's breath hitching, stirring something in you, a desire to watch her come undone.
She matches your vigor, the two of you gasping and moaning in near harmony. Peter leans over you, his cock hard as he grinds against your ass, chin on your shoulder as he goes in to kiss his wife. You don't mind the intrusion, focusing on your pleasure and hers, grinding down on Miguel's cock while stroking her clit at a matching pace.
MJ is the first to come, a wanton moan leaving her mouth, her body going rigid. Miguel wraps his arms around her thighs to keep her secure to him, lapping up every drop of her essence, only releasing when she whimpers at the overstimulation. Once MJ falls back against the pillows for a quick break, you lay over your husband and kiss him next. He still tastes like her and it makes his lips all the more addicting. A growl rumbles in his chest, the vibration exciting and you can't help but smile into the kiss.
It only stops when you feel something prod against your ass, looking over your shoulder to see Peter, a smug expression on his face and a bottle of lube. Where he pulled it from, you're in too much of a haze to care. There's a question in his eyes, his cock continuing to grind as a way to further emphasize what he wanted, awaiting his answer. "Yeah," you breathe, "please, Peter, I need you."
He wastes no time, Miguel wrapping an arm around your waist to brace you. Peter generously applied the lubricant to his cock and your ass, fingers gentle as they pressed inside, a taste of what was to come. Anal was not a foreign concept, something Miguel and you had tried from time to time, but it doesn't lessen the initial sting. "Breathe, mi amor," Miguel purrs in your ear, encouraging a breath out you hadn't realized was being held. It's a fullness you'd never felt, the both of them no small feat, now nestled inside your warmth. Your husband moves first, hips pulling down and driving home, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. "You're taking me so well, quierda. So perfect."
Peter finds his rhythm with you two, thrusting when Miguel pulls out and vice versa. Pleasure burns through your veins like it lives there, one pair of lips locked with yours while the other kisses along your spine. A few strokes to your clit are enough to push you over the edge, both men hissing in a breath as your walls clamp down. Your husband whispers praises in your ear in the aftershocks, keeping your trembling frame from collapsing completely.
"I just need a minute," you gasp, Peter guiding you to lie down, taking the space behind you with his cock still seated in your ass. You notice Miguel is still hard, about to give him an apologetic look before MJ is crawling over top of him again. He relaxes back against the pillows, hands coming to rest on her waist as she sinks down on him.
"Holy shit," she moans, hips wiggling to settle properly on his lap, placing her hands on his stomach to grind against him. It would be a lie to say you didn't get lost in watching the two of them, the sight of your husband and best friend enjoying each other's bodies like front row seats to your new favorite porno. It's passionate, erotic, both used to being in control in the bedroom, now fighting to take over the other. Miguel wins through sheer strength, flipping their positions and fucking her into the mattress like it's second nature.
"Fuck, that's hot," Peter whispers by your ear, seeming to have been just as enraptured. You turn and bring his mouth down to meet yours, pressing your ass back against him to indicate you wanted more.
Peter nods and he shifts to loom above you, keeping a hand on your hip to keep you on your side. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder, starting his thrusts once again, going deep into your ass. The two of you take your time, savoring each press of your hips together, exchanging playful kisses and breathy giggles, a contrast to the brutal fucking at your side. As you both find your rhythm, your spouses find their release, their combined curses filling the air as they finish at the same time. It's their turn to watch as they lie together, breathing heavily and Peter takes the chance to make a show of your fucking. His hand squeezes your breast, angling his hips to stroke against your new favorite spot that makes you see stars.
"God, Peter," you moan his name, reaching down to touch yourself once more, quickening your fingers when his hips begin to stutter. "I wanna cum together, God I wanna cum with you." He presses impossibly deep, a small whine escaping you and he kisses you through your shared orgasms.
It seems like a mutual decision to rest, Peter pulling out so you can scoot over to snuggle with MJ. Her arms wrap around you and Miguel's follow, Peter as well to form a post bliss sandwich of your bodies. "That was awesome," Peter is breathless, but always the one to speak first, "I think I found our new date night tradition." It urges a laugh from you and MJ, Miguel just humming in amusement. For a while, you simply lie together, the warmth of your bodies and the smell of sex lulling you to sleep.
Eventually the four of you disperse, Peter and MJ going to their en suite bathroom to grab warm, wet towels. As everyone starts cleaning up, a cry pierces the air. You look at the device on the bedside, recognizing the baby monitor. "Oh, Mayday's up," MJ notes, pulling on her closest nightgown. She catches your concerned look, waving a dismissive hand, "We've been trying to get her to sleep through the night, but..."
"I'll come," you offer as she trails off, pulling on your panties and borrowing Miguel's shirt from off the floor, tailing after the other woman. Miguel and Peter simply pull on their briefs and sit together at the edge of the bed, quiet as they listen to you two cooing down the hall at the fussy toddler.
"Ah, the joys of parenthood," Peter jokes, chuckling softly and running a hand through his hair. "That'll be you guys one day, totally worth it by the way."
"Actually, we're expecting," Miguel drops the news like it was a normal conversation point. It leaves Peter stumbling over his words, questions trying to come out all at once. "We found out right before we opened things up," Miguel shrugs, "figured we'd say something eventually."
"Yeah, I should hope so since we'd been fucking unprotected. I thought you were about to say Mayday had a brother or sister on the way," Peter teases and Miguel gives him a less than amused glance, but the other man doesn't mind. "Congrats man, I'm proud of yah," Peter places a hand on Miguel's shoulder. Miguel simply looks down at it, lifting it with his own to press his lips to the back of it. It brings color to Peter's cheeks, his gaze diverting to look back at the now ruined bed. The sheets were askew and the pillows dented beyond repair; Peter was certain there was a crack in the wall from the headboard, that it would only get bigger once you two had settled Mayday in for the night.
—or at least, influence you so that you'd think fucking with her and her husband would be such a great idea. She'd probably lean close to you, during a double date night, with you and Miguel and her and Peter B. And she'd start asking, "Do you and Miguel have other plans tonight?"
"Consider it, darling," She whispered, her finger grazing your thigh, while Miguel and Peter B fought over who would pay for dinner.
Miguel would pick up on your hints. Telling him that you wanted to visit MJ and Peter B's hotel room. A blush on your face—evident only when you have a favor to ask him. Timid eye contact between you and MJ. "What is it, mi amor?"
Miguel realized that the answer was perplexing. You, in your tight black dress, locking lips with his best friend's wife on the hotel bed.
Said best friend stared in awe, already half-hard at his wife sticking her tongue into you and squeezing your thighs with her freckled hands.
You liked that they were watching. You wished that Miguel would appreciate this display.
Oh boy, he did.
"Your turn," You said, out of breath, pointing between Miguel and Peter B.
The two of them scoffed, in denial of the tension and attraction between them. "If you don't do it, no pussy for either of you," MJ teased. Miguel was about to retort, but Peter B took that opportunity to crash his lips into the tough man's. Miguel grunted, instinctively grinding his hips into Peter B's waist.
'So that's what he tasted like.' Miguel thought.
You and MJ giggled, watching your two men rub their hard-ons against each other. When Miguel broke the kiss, he glared through the three of you. You were in for a long night.
No matter the rules the four of you tried to enforce—Don't kiss the man who's not your husband but you can ride his cock—No incriminating pet names—Keep the noise down—Wear a fucking condom—you still found yourself breaking them bit by bit.
Peter B's lips found yours as he was pounding into his wife's pussy. One of his hands firmly squeezed MJ's tits while he snaked a hand under your jaw to have you look at the way he fucked her.
Miguel, jealous and livid right behind you, pulled your hair back. His cock rammed into you, not giving you the time to adjust to his size. Two of his fingers spread your mouth open, letting you babble incoherently as he repeatedly bruised that spot in your walls that made you squeeze tightly on his cock.
"You whore, see if you like another cock better than this"
As you cried over and over again, MJ would whisper sweet nothings into your ear . "You're so beautiful being used like that, sweetheart." She pushed away the hair falling on your face. Peter B wrapped his hands on her ankles before turning her to you, her back on the bed—her pussy, glazed over with Peter B's precum, in front of you. "Want to please mommy too?"
While you were struggling to suck MJ's clit as Miguel harshly pounded into your pussy, Peter B got off the bed and positioned himself over his wife. "Dear, open up for me, please" She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside as she lied down. You watched as his cock would disappear inside her mouth, plunging itself in her throat.
You whimpered at the sight, a sudden craving. Miguel once again caught on to your hints.
"You want that too, mi amor?" Miguel asked, his mouth curled upward into a smirk. He pulled out of you, knowing where you want his throbbing cock next.
I'll upload a part two -- here -- soon because this needs more exploration 😮💨
After watching and being emotionally devastated by Spider-Man: Brand New Day, here's a piece I did of an MCU version of the Spider-Family from Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows, with Peter, MJ, and Annie Parker featured.
