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Michelle Jones-Osborn sighs as she lays alone on the bed she shares with her husband Harry, who is working late at Oscorp instead of spending time at home with her in the English manor looking penthouse that sits atop of 40-floor building. Sitting up, she turns on a lamp on the night stand, “Maybe I should give Peter a call…” She says to herself before shaking her head, “No, I told him I wanted stability, and he wasn’t willing to give up being Spider-Man… and being with Harry is giving me what I want…”
Michelle then stands up and puts on her night gown, “At the expense of everything else. If I knew he was going to turn into a workaholic I… probably would’ve married him anyway…” She mutters to herself as she walks out of the bedroom and passes by several windows that look give her an extravagant view of Central Park. “Sure this is turning into a sexless marriage… what I wouldn’t give for…” She trails off as she notice something strange, in particular a glass sliding door that leads out to the pool being left open.
“There’s no way, he wouldn’t…” Michelle balls her hands into fists before heading to the living room and dining area of her home. Thanks to the moonlight shining in through the windows, she is able to see but does not notice anything disturbed, but as she listens carefully she hears the faintest of sounds coming from Harry’s office. Quietly she tip toes over to the door and peeks inside, seeing Peter in the familiar red and blue costume of Spider-Man as he goes through her husband’s desk. She licks her lips but then composes herself, “I could have you arrested you know.”
Startled, Peter jumps away from the desk and looks over to the door as he sees Michelle standing there with her arms crossed, “MJ… geeze, give a guy a heart attack why don’t you…” Peter says.
“Well considering you are trespassing in my home, going through my husband’s desk, I would think a heart attack would be the least of your worries,” Michelle replies, “What are you doing here, Spider-Man?”
“Just… looking for information, kind of had a hunch I would find it here,” Peter replies.
“What kind of information?” Michelle asks, “Does it have something to do with Harry?”
“You could say that,” Peter answers with a very cautious tone, “I kind of have my suspicions that he’s connected to the Green Goblin that’s been causing some havoc lately.”
Michelle simple stares at him for a long moment before laughing, “Oh right, Harry Osborn, meek, weak-willed, works too damn much Harry Osborn is working with the latest freak you’re tangling with.”
“I know it sound strange, but considering I’ve chased them and lost them near your and Harry’s place and around Oscorp the past few weeks, I’m just have my…”
“Oh get off it Peter, you’re looking looking for a way to break Harry and I up,” Michelle scoffs.
“What? No I’m not,” Peter replies, sounding more confused than defensive by her leap in logic.
“Yes you are, otherwise you would’ve just called me instead of breaking into my home!” She shouts.
“And put you at risk in case Harry turns out to be the Green Goblin?!” He snaps back, drawing a wide-eyed look from her considering the tone of his voice. “MJ, I’m…”
“Save the apology and Get out…” Michelle says after a few minutes before stepping away from the office doorway, “Harry isn’t working with the Green Goblin and he sure as hell isn’t the Green Goblin, trust me, I would know, he’s at Oscorp nearly every single night working late. Next time you want to come by, call first and show up like a normal person.”
“Alright, if you say so, MJ,” Peter says before he walks towards and then past her, “Was good seeing you, even if it was like that…”
“Just get out,” Michelle replies coldly while not even turning to look at him as he heads to the glass sliding door to leave.
* * *
Several nights later, Michelle wakes up in the middle of the night, but does not see Harry next to her in bed. “Where is he?” She wonders to herself as she turns on the lamp on the nightstand before getting out of bed. Letting out a yawn she stretches her arms and heads out of the bedroom. Remembering how Peter broken in, she checks the glass sliding door and sees that its locked, then casually heads to Harry’s office, “Bet he just woke up to work on something… maybe he can work on me for a change…” She shakes her head knowing how unlikely that is.
Arriving at the partially open door to her husband’s office, Michelle pauses when she sees an unusual light emanating from it. Peering inside, she stifles a gasp when she sees Harry emerging from a hidden room, dressed in the garment of the infamous Green Goblin with the exception of the mask. “Damn him, I’ll have to deal with that meddlesome hero directly,” Harry slams his fist down on his desk, before opening a drawer to retrieve something. Not wanting to get caught spying, Michelle quietly steps away from the door and heads back to their bedroom.
“Peter was right…” Michelle scowls before licking her lips a bit in realization, “Yeah… Peter was right… guess an apology is in order…”
* * *
A few nights later after giving Harry a sedative that Peter said would keep him out for several hours, Michelle, wearing just a night gown, is standing with her arms crossed in her husband’s office as she watches Peter, dressed fully as Spider-Man find the trigger that reveals the hidden door she saw before. As soon as it opens, Peter steps inside, “Karen, take all the pictures of everything…” He says as he looks around a small, but very well equipped lab and work shop, making sure not to touch anything.
“Peter, everything here matches what we found at Oscorp a few nights ago, including traces of the chemical compound used to enhance his strength,” Karen reports back as the A.I. scans and photographs everything via the lens on Peter’s mask.
“Karen? Thought that was destroyed during our trip across Europe,” Michelle comments.
“Was able to find the files intony’s database to re-create her,” Peter replies before he exists the hidden room and presses the trigger to close it, “MJ, I’m…”
“No, I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you when you broke in,” Michelle interrupts him, “Never really thought Harry would keep something like this from me, and your concern is appreciated, but I feel like I need to make it up to you,” She smirks as she opens up her night gown, revealing her fantastic body to him, “And seeing as how I’m going to be single pretty soon, I think I should get a head start on things,” Michelle licks her lips as she eases herself down on to her knees.
“MJ, not sure this is really the time or the place…” Peter begins to say as the crotch area of his Spider-Suit opens, freeing his long, thick cock, “Karen, what the hell?”
“It has been a few days since you were with anyone, Peter,” The soothing voice of the Spider-Suit’s artificial intelligence replies, “Further more, you did promise me I could watch from your point of view if the opportunity came about.”
“For the love of…” Peter groans as Michelle slips off her night gown before she wraps the fingers of her left hand around the base of his hardening cock and begins to stroke him. “I’m going to have to keep the suit on, MJ.”
“Fine by me, you’ve never fucked me in any of your older suits before,” Michelle replies with a mischievous grin as she works her hand faster back and forth along the length of his manhood. Parting her lips, she leans forward and engulfs the swollen head of Peter’s cock with her mouth, groaning at familiar taste of his man-meat. Pressing her lips around his shaft, she pulls her head back a bit, then moves forward, taking more of his dick into her mouth, a process that she instantly repeats. Steadily she gets into a rhythm of bobbing her head in rhythm with her hands motions, sucking and stroking Peter’s dick at a fair pace.
“Aw shit, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss those lips around my cock,” Peter groans as he places a gloved hand on Michelle’s head as she hallows her cheeks, sucking a bit more firmly on his shaft. Lowering her right hand to the base of his dick, she eagerly takes more of his tool past her lips, slobbering heavily on it while flicking and sliding her tongue along the underside. Looking up at his mask covered face, Michelle smirks around his dick while turning her head from side to side, grind her lips around his meat-pole, easily drawing a moan from him. Letting got of his cock and placing both hands on her thighs, she opens her mouth as wide as possible and tilts her head back. Peter instantly takes the hint and begins to move his hips, drawing back and thrusting forward to fuck her mouth, plunging his dick down her gullet, causing her to gag on his stiff shaft,
“Mm! Gah! Mm! Gah!” Michelle moans lustfully and gags loudly as spit pours from her mouth as she relishes in having her face fucked by Peter for the first time in a long time. Sliding her palms against her own thighs, she narrows her eyes in a sultry manner as she looks up at him as she feels her neck bulging whenever her pushes forward to fully stuff her mouth. As Peter’s balls smack against her chin, Michelle laps her tongue up against the bottom side of his pistoning cock while rolling her head from side to side until he chooses to extract himself from her mouth. As he grips his cock and beats it against her face, Michelle grins, fully embracing it as she kisses his impressive slab of fuck meat when it passes by her lips, “Damn it, you have now idea how much I’ve been missing this lately…” she says as he leans down to pull her up to her feet.
“Could have fooled me considering how you reacted to me being here the other night,” Peter says as he proceeds to lift Michelle up and sit her on top of Harry’s desk.
“You broke into my home and accused my husband of being your latest villain of the month, sure you were right, but I was justified at the time… just like I’m justified in spreading my legs for you now,” Michelle replies as she leans back and rests herself on her elbows while parting her legs. She licks her lips as Peter steps between them and presses the head of his cock against her slit. Once he places his hands on her thighs, he pushes forward, invading her snatch, making her gasp with desire as her pussy stretches to accommodate the thickness of his manhood. “Oh shit… fuck Harry is no where as big… ah…” Michelle leans her head back and closes her eyes as he reels back and thrusts forward again, pushing further on his second motion, then does the same on his third and repeats his actions, which become faster bit by bit.
“Ah… aw…” Peter groans as he saws his cock into and out of her tight snatch as Michelle hooks her legs around his waist. Keeping his hands on her hips, he pulls her forward to sure he hilts himself completely inside of her with each thrusts.
“Oh… ah yeah… ah fuck.. aw…” Michelle closes her eyes while she rocks on the desk with Peter thrusting firmly into her. She leans back further to lay on her husband desk while bring her hands to her breasts, massaging them and squeezing her harden nipples as she feels his cock battering her the inner walls of her pussy. Panting with lust, she opens her eyes as he deeply burrows himself inside of her cunt, “Oh ah yeah… fuck me… ah oh aw yes! Oh fuck!” Michelle groans, arching her back up from the desk while raising her hips, grinding eagerly against his shaft as he continues to reel back and ram himself forward, making her shudder with each impactful thrust he performs. Sliding his hands from her hips, Peter peels her legs from around his waist and raises them upward so that her feet are resting on top of his shoulders as he slows down his thrusts while putting more force behind them as Michelle writhes on top of the desk.
“Oh ah yeah ah fuck ah ah mm shit!” Michelle licks her lips while squeezing her tits against one another as she feels Peter’s long, thick shaft pistoning back and forth, causing her to squirm wildly. Closing her eyes, she breathes in rhythm with every one of his thrusts, inhaling when he pulls out and exhaling when he pushes inward, As he returns his hands to her hips, Peter leans forward a bit, using his upper body to push Michelle’s legs back, lightly bending her a bit as he hammers her with powerful thrusts of his hips. “Ah… oh fuck… ah yeah aw fuck!” She moans while continuing to play with her tits as he continues to lay into her, giving her the type of fucking she has been recently craving, only for him to pull out at the perfect moment, making her whimper slightly.
“That was quite cruel, Peter,” Karen comments directly to Peter even as he’s in the process of moving on to the desk to lay besides Michelle.
“She was use to it,” Peter replies to the A.I. as the wife of Harry Osborn bolts upright and moves to straddle his waist.
“So I see,” Karen states as it witnesses from Peter’s point of view the sight of Michelle placing her hands on his chest while she lowers her soaking wet pussy down on to his rigid cock.
“Ah… aw fuck… ah…” Michelle bites her bottom lip as she claws at the material of Peter’s Spider-Suit while fully sinking down on to his cock, resulting in her ass cheeks pressing down on his thighs. With a grin on her face, she smoothly lifts herself upward, rising to the where only the crown of his dick is within her snatch, then promptly drops back down firmly. She raises herself up again and then drops back, rapidly building her momentum as she bounces feverishly on his pole. “Oh ah fuck I forgot how good it feels to ride your dick…” She moans while gyrating her hips a bit, working her pussy around his shaft each time she completely a bouncing repetition.
“Ah, ah you haven’t missed a beat,” Peter groans as he brings his hands to Michelle’s hips while watching her tits jiggle and sway with each motion she makes. After letting her control the tempo for a time, he resumes moving his own hips, thrusting upward and drawing a surprised and welcoming gasp from Michelle as he drills her from beneath.
“Oh ah yes… ah fuck ah… mm…” Michelle licks her lips as Peter firmly drives up into her, spurring her to bounce at a brisker place. Lifting her hands from his chest, she leans back a bit and places her hands behind herself on to his legs while eagerly moving up and down on his cock. Keeping his hands on her hips, Peter quickens the rate of his thrusts with his balls slapping up against her gorgeous ass. Tilting her head back, Michelle makes sure to keep grind her pussy around his cock, grunting a bit as her snatch constricts a bit. She lurches forward and grabs the edge of the desk as she switches from bouncing on his dick to wildly bucking back and forth. Peter moves his hands from her hips and reaches behind her to grab her ass, groping her buttocks as she rides his cock at a frantic tempo. “Oh! Ah yeah! Ah fuck! Ah! Ah! Shit! Ah!” She gasps and groans loudly while working her snatch along the full length of his cock, feeling herself clamping tighter around him as her body shudders when she begins to cum, her pussy releasing a torrent of cream over his cock.
“And I haven’t even fucked your ass yet,” Peter quips beneath his mask, letting out a groan as gropes her backside as she rides out her climax.
“Ah ah you’re going to… mm fuck you’re going to fuck my ass…” Michelle replies between deep breathes, as Peter takes that as a sign to ease her up off of his cock. Regaining a bit of her composure, she slips from his gloved hands and moves off the desk to position herself on all fours.
“By my estimation, the amount of her fluids on your manhood is more than sufficient lubrication to…” Karen begins to speak to Peter as he moves off the desk in order to get behind Michelle.
“It’s not my first time fucking MJ’s ass,” Peter interrupts the A.I. before he spreads Michelle’s rear cheeks with both hands followed by pushing his shaft into her anal passage.
“Oh ah fuck… been so fucking long since… anyone has fucked my ass…” Michelle groans as her rectum stretches around his cock as begins to saw in and out of her, starting slowly at first. Moving her hips while rocking on all fours, she pushes back along Peter’s cock, initially out pacing him at first, but it is not too long before he’s matching her movements. Groaning beneath his match, Peter watches her ass cheeks jiggle when his hips collide with them as he plows firmly into her backside. Turning her head to glance back over her shoulder at him, Michelle bites her bottom lip as Peter rams his long, thick cock into her asshole. “Ah yeah… oh fuck me… ah aw oh fuck my ass!” She wails without any shame as her rear hole is fucked deeply, firmly and briskly as his hands leave her buttocks and grips her waist. Holding her steady, Peter ravages Michelle’s anus with an increasing need as his cock starts to throb, pounding her with rapid fire thrusts that she perfectly braces herself for, being all too familiar with many of his quirks as he starts to reach his peek.
“Ah mm fuck you know where I want it Peter…” Michelle moans just as he jerks his cock out of her asshole. She sits up on her knees as he stands up and moves in front of her. With a broad grin on her face, she watches as Peter takes hold of his cock and begins to jerk off in front of her. In just a few moments, he unloads several thick ropes of jizz that splashes on to her face, coating Michelle’s cheeks and lips with a couple of wads of spunk landing on her forehead and neck. “Mm… I’ve missed this so much…” She says once Peter is spent.
“Just like old times,” Peter says as he stuffs his cock back into his Spider-Suit with the crotch resealing itself moments.
“Not quite, because I’m married… but I’m sure you’ll make it more than reasonable for me to get a divorce…” Michelle grins as she collects some cum from her face with her fingers which she promptly sucks clean.
* * *
Days later, Michelle Jones-Osborn is watching as members of the NYPD handcuff Harry in his office, “This is a mistake… I’m not the Green Goblin… I’m…” Harry yells in protest before trailing off when a police officer goes right to where the hidden trigger is that leads to the secret room and activates it, revealing the hidden door.
“Harry… how… how could you?” Michelle asks as she looks Harry with a disappointed look on her face, getting his attention.
“I’ve been… I’ve been set up, you got to believe me… this is all a mistake… that was my father’s… not mine…” Harry answers as he struggles against the police officers who begin to escort him out of his office. “This is all Spider-Man’s fault! I just know it!” He screams
“If it is… then that just means Spider-Man will have to take care of me, won’t it?” Michelle asks rhetorically as she turns away and smirks slyly to herself.
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