“Happy Anniversary, Tiger!”

Warning: This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If this content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.
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“Happy Anniversary, Tiger!”

Peter Parker hurries through the streets of Manhattan. In his other clothes he could cover the distance in minuets but today was special. On this day every year, Spider-Man took a break. He didn’t even bring the suit. Today wasn’t about him, it wasn’t about “great power” or good and evil.

It was about Mary Jane.

He moves through the city with little grace and pedestrian speed. New York in summertime is not the place to go jogging, the summer sun reflects off the pavement and turns the stagnant damp air into a steam oven with eight million weenies inside. Wiping sweat from his brow he moves across the fiftieth intersection, firmly gripping the small brown paper bag tightly.

“Mental note Peter, next time save enough for a cab.”

Like all weary travelers, he finally reaches his destination. Ducking in the front door he makes his way to the lift and hits the call button. Running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair he tries to straighten it. As the door opens he realizes his shirt is soaked through.

“Dammit, why today?”

Now was not the time for “Parker Luck”. Parker Luck is the kind that fulfills your dreams only to take them away. Luck were the one thief you don’t stop just happens to kill your uncle, were you get straight “A’s” and can’t find the money to go to college, were you take pictures of yourself to sell to the one man who hates you most. Parker Luck breaks you only to make you stronger to be broken again.

As the elevator reaches the top floor, Peter quickly stuffs the bag into his faded jeans. “Some things are best left to surprise.” The door opens.

The lights are off. The shades are drawn. Candles spread soft illumination throughout the loft apartment. The little specks of light across the kitchen and living room give the apartment a warm glow. Steam rises from the meal laid out on the two-seater dinette. An open bottle of white wine chills in an ice bucket. Surprise.

And then she enters.

She saunters in and time slows to a crawl. Her straight red hair floats delicately behind her like the wings of an angel. Her emerald green eyes shine in recognition of him. The smile across her ruby red lips causes Peter’s heart to skip a beat. Her trim figure is the ideal of the feminine form and it was barely contained by the jade silk China dress, a gold dragon emblazons her left side. The face that graced the covers of hundreds of fashion magazines now lit up in appreciation of him. Every step is an eternity well spent staring at her.

He loved her so much it hurt.

Mary Jane Watson Parker kisses him on the cheek and hugs him tightly. “Happy anniversary, Tiger.”

Shocked back to his senses Peter fumbles with the words, “I’m soaked… let me change my shirt.”

MJ held him tighter and looks up into his hazel eyes. “If I didn’t like my men sweaty I wouldn’t have married one that spends half his life in tights.”

She presses herself against him, enjoying his aroma more than the sumptuous scents coming from the kitchen. “This is how it is supposed to be,” MJ muses. “Always.”

Peter kisses her tenderly on the lips. She returns the favor. The lovers embrace passionately for long precious seconds, each losing themself in the other.

Mary Jane reluctantly breaks off the kiss. There would be more time for that later.

“Let’s eat Tiger.”

* * * * *

The candles burned low. Dinner has been done for a while but Peter and Mary Jane just talk to each other over the remnants. Both partners maintain such unpredictable schedules that they rarely get the chance to talk. For now they simply enjoy each other’s company over a glass of wine.

“…So I’ll be in the Caribbean for a swimsuit shoot in late January. Do you think you can get the time off?” Always the temptress, Mary Jane flutters her eyes trying to coax the wanted reaction. “We can make it a working vacation.”

Peter smiles. As freelance photographer, work came when it came. The condition of the friendly neighborhood however was a different story “I’ll see what I can do MJ.”

Detecting the lull in the conversation Peter decided it was time for his surprise. Nervously his hand reaches to his pocket and pulls forth the paper bag. “I have a little something for you.” He takes out the brightly wrapped box, long and thin and not very wide he places the gift on the table in front of her.

Mary Jane takes it and looks it over, spotting the telltale watermark of Tiffany wrapping paper. She knows he can’t afford it. “Peter,” she smiles, “You shouldn’t have.” MJ’s red painted fingernails find a crease and pull the black box free of the colorful wrappings. The fuzzy black box tumbles into her hand. She flicks it open and her jaw drops. Mary Jane gasps. A small diamond shines up into her deep green eyes. The jewel sits in a silver fixture in the shape of a familiar spider motif.

“Do you like it?”

Mary Jane can’t pull her eyes away, “Peter it’s beautiful,” the stone twinkles at her and her awestruck eyes twinkle back. MJ swallows. “I love it Peter but I know we can’t afford it.”

“Nonsense MJ,” Peter responds, “You’re a very successful model and actress and I didn’t eat lunch for six months.”

Mary Jane grins like the cat that got the cream. “Mind if I try it on?”

“Go ahead, it is yours after all.”

Mary Jane pulls the silver chain from the box and fumbles with the latch. Getting up she move toward the bathroom. “I need a mirror.”

Peter begins to clear the table. Stacking dish on dish and balancing the silverware on top Peter moves everything to the sink in one sweep. He begins rinsing methodically, living too long as a bachelor has made him accustomed to housework. Droning on in the mundane task he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him.

“How does it look?” the musical voice chimed in.

Peter head twists and now it is his turn to gasp. Mary Jane stands before him in nothing but the necklace and negligee. The silver pendant dangled just above her ample cleavage, which was held in place by a black strapless bra. As she moved toward him he could appreciate the slight jiggle in her bust, every muscle in her slender legs. The jet-black thong she wore hung suspended from the curves of her hips. It frames her tight midsection alluringly. Tossing her crimson hair her delicate hand comes to rest on her left breast, caressing and pointing to the diamond pendant at the same time.

“So how does it look Peter?”

Peter gawks. He’s seen her naked a thousand times but his memory was never sufficient. Her smooth skin and shapely form blurred in his mind’s eye after being seen. It was like the male brain couldn’t handle the sight of a woman so perfect. She is just too stunning.

Peter couldn’t take his eyes off her bust. Mary Jane couldn’t help but notice. Following his eyes in faux confusion she folded her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry, is this too distracting?” One expert motion unfastens the clasp. The bra flies away with an elastic snap. “Is this better?”

Mary Jane’s endowments barely drop. The soft ripple it causes through her peaches indicates their all-natural status. Round, firm and tanned tits glow in the candlelight. Her pink nipples beg for his attention. The shiny silver pendant rests in a place he wishes himself to be.

Peter is enthralled. The hardening in his pants becomes painfully wedged against his zipper. Mary Jane detects his discomfort.

“Let me get that for you,” Mary Jane whispers while crouching to the floor.

Mary Jane wants him to want her, and he does in the worst way. She delights in teasing him till he begs for it. But something inside her urges her onward. She wants to titillate, but the wanting burns to a fire beyond her control. It becomes need.

Need superceding want, MJ springs into action. Her fingers flash trying to unfasten his belt. It gets snagged in the loop on his jeans. MJ rips it free with her teeth. With blinding speed his pants drop to the floor. She shoves him backward, with uncanny agility his hands flash to the counter and cabinet. With his weight supported by his arms MJ rips his shoes, socks and jeans off completely.

Mary Jane leans in pinning his naked legs between cold wood and hot flesh. Peter can feel her breath through his briefs. His eyes roll back in his head as Mary Jane caress up his legs and grope his package.

Mary Jane looks up making eye contact while massaging his throbbing bone through the soft cotton. “Peter, you shouldn’t have.” Mary Jane’s fingers find the band of his briefs. Gently pulling down his member flops out. His hot meat brushes her face. MJ stares in amazement, “Oh Peter, its beautiful.”

MJ licks the length of his tool. He seems to get even harder. She strokes him and peppers his pole with little kisses. “How did you know? Its just what I wanted.”

MJ grabs the base and steadies his shaft, licking her lips in anticipation. Mary Jane thrusts her open mouth forward. His head tickles the back of her throat. She closes her lips and sucks as hard as she can while pulling back. Peter’s hands grip the counter hard enough to make the wood creak.

“Mmmhhh…” Mary Jane makes a wordless yummy noise, the vibration further stimulating his erection. One hand keeps his staff straight while the other massages his sack. MJ hums while deepthroating, twisting her head and tongue into painful positions while bobbing her neck. Peter moans unintelligibly.

Mary Jane sucks at an ever-quickening pace. Peter begins to sweat anew. His white knuckles clench the counter in a death grip of building orgasm. She was a fantastic fellatio freak, taking to it like she was born to. His head lolls back in wordless pleasure.

Peter’s hand clamps over the back of her head. “So soon?” she thinks to herself. Deciding to go with it Mary Jane leans back, letting Peter rock forward. Finding this very pleasurable, Peter gasps religiously, “Oh God…” Mary Jane gives one whole length suck and keeps his head in her mouth, rapidly jerking his joint and suckling the pinnacle. She can feel his body tense. His salty seed spurts onto her swollen tongue. MJ swallows as he comes. When he seems done she deepthroats him a few more times, catching the excess sperm and making Peter groan in oversensitive delight.

“Oh MJ,” he breathlessly complements, “that was amazing.”

“That’s me Tiger,” she sultrily states, “I’m the amazing Spider-Wife.”

Standing MJ keeps a gentle grip on her “anniversary present” and leads Peter over to the dining room. Softly she strokes him as she pushes him to one of their high-backed chairs.

“I made dinner but thank you for my dessert,” she teases while rubbing her tummy, “I hope your ready for yours?” Letting go of his cock she lays back onto the diner table. Her thumbs find the thong; she folds her knees to her chest and snakes off her last stitch of clothing. Tossing it aside she lowers her feet to the back of the chair, Peter’s face staring back at her from between her legs.

“It looks delicious, MJ” he devilishly comments.

“Dig in, Tiger.”

Oh how he does! The sensation of his tongue on her tender portions shoots up her spine and back. Almost immediately she writhes in ecstasy on the table. He was a competent connoisseur of cunnilingus and a very precious piece of pie was presented for his pallet. MJ can’t control her self. She grips the tablecloth, her nipples and her own hair in erotic desire. A wineglass rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. Neither pays it any mind.

“Oh Peter!” she moans loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Peter focuses on his pussy eating and MJ becomes completely awash in the pleasure of his pussy play. Slyly he slides a strong slender digit inside her secret spot. Sucking her clit and flicking her g-spot Peter plays her femininity like an instrument, approaching the crescendo of an orgasmic symphony.

“I’m so close…” desperation in her gasping voice drives him ever onward.

Mary Jane’s skin deepens from a copper tan to a rosy red blush of sexual excitement. She breaks out in a hot sweat. The smell of her own arousal reaches her nose and increases her need for culmination. Unable to hold back the floodgates any longer her toes curl, her spine tightens, pulling her torso up into a semi-sit-up position. Peter’s eyes flash up and see Mary Jane’s red face, twisting in anticipation between the twin rises of her tremendous tits. Her hand reaches out and grabs a hold of his hair, pulling him deeper into her. He feels her vaginal muscles clench.

“Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK YEAH!”

Mary Jane explodes in orgasm. Her entire body shudders in pure untamed erotica.

She slums to the tabletop, spread eagle, sweaty and spent. Peter sits back in the chair and watches MJ quiver in the aftershocks of her eruption. He begins to stand.

With one foot she shoves him back down. Mary Jane sits up and roughly grabs his head, forcing his lips to hers. She kisses him deeply, enjoying the taste of herself on her love. Their eyes close as the lover’s tongues intertwine. Peter’s hand gropes her generous chest. MJ tears at Peter’s shirt, buttons clatter to the floor. Her hands feel his rock hard chest, it wasn’t massive but it felt like it could be chiseled from stone. If it was possible, Mary Jane was turned on even more.

Reaching down she grabs his underwear and rips it off in one strong stroke. With her eyes still closed her free hand finds his half-erect member. She squeezes and tugs vigorously. Within moments he becomes rigid, his hot meat throbbing in her hand. Breaking of the kiss she looks at him with half closed eyes.

“Need you…” is all she whispers while lowering herself off the table and onto his lap. Peter kisses her neck and squeezes the firm tit in his hand. His other hand finds her bottom, guiding her into position. Mary Jane slowly impales herself onto his shaft.

“Ugh…” Mary Jane moans in unrestrained passion.

“Ooo… Peter!” She tries to whisper but the feeling is too intense. “So big!”

Peter grits his teeth; the feelings flood his senses. He fills her completely, so tight, so wet. His hands grab her ass, urging her on. His lips wrap around her erect nipple, sucking as he thrusts in time with her gyrations.

Mary Jane rides her husband, grabbing the back of the chair for support. She pants loudly, quickening her pace, slamming him into her with strength and speed.

Peter pistons hard, Mary Jane gasps. The feeling of his hardness pounding into her tenderness, she felt the orgasm begin to stir within her. Wanting it more than anything she bounces on him at her rapidest pace possible. She’s on fire, burning with a passion for him that her chest could barely contain. Her heart pounds, her pores perspire. Mary Jane’s skin feels hot to the touch. Her body becomes slick with sweat; Peter’s hands slide over her back and ass. Grabbing his head Mary Jane crushes him against her chest.

She moans in time with her downward plunges, “Oh… oh… oh… God… oh… oh… Peter… oh… shit…”

Mary Jane comes hard, “aaahhheeeeiiinnnhhhh….”

She lets go of his hair, tilts his chin up and gently kisses him on the lips.

Peter wraps his arms under her legs and lifts. Mary Jane gasps, as he stands. “Oh!” Her weight supported by his arms and the erection still buried inside her womanhood. Her fingers interlock behind his neck allowing her to lean back and let him penetrate her even deeper and see the lustful look in his eyes.

He rocks her away with a pulse of his biceps’s. Gravity rocks her back. His sword still sheathed in her silky snatch. He sways her away again. Again she slides back down his rod.

Finding this pleasurable Mary Jane lifts her feet and rests them on his shoulder, encouraging the unusual position. Peter thrusts in time with her swaying; MJ becomes enthralled in the sensation of being fucked while folded in half. Peter pumps with his arms and cock. MJ holds on to his body but loses herself in the erotic rapture it produces.

Like an avalanche, an unexpected orgasm rolls through her!

Peter continues undaunted, Mary Jane grunts and bobs, complementing his thrusts. She feels another one immediately building behind the last.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Fuck! OH FUCK!”

Her hands slip and she falls backward. Peter lunges and catches her with one strong hand in the center of her back. The shift in weight sends him stumbling, Enhanced reflexes, help him recover his balance enough to avoid the floor and prop MJ gently up against the wall.

Unsure of what to do, Peter stands there leaning against the wall. With the danger passing Mary Jane wraps her legs around his waist, keeping his bone within her.

“Finish…” she whispers luridly.

He wastes no time, finding where he left off Peter dives back in. Mary Jane bites his shoulder and pulls him close. Peter pounds away, the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the apartment.

Peter quickens. No he was the one covered in sweat; his flesh was hot to her touch. Seeing him this burning with desire excited her more than roses, wine or poetry ever could. Where her responsible husbands used to be was replaced with animalistic lust. She knew it was her that brought this out of him and that turned her on even more. Under the tattered remnants of his shirt MJ rakes her fingers down his back. Peter growls and pumps ever harder.

“Uh… uh… uh… uh... uh…” he groans with every thrust.

“Ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…” she moans overcome with desire.

He slams into her all the way. She pulls him tightly to her, never wanting to let go. Both climax explosively. He feels her vaginal muscles milking his dick. She feels his sperm shooting inside her.

For a long moment they stay that way. Neither breaks their embrace. Both lovers spent and cover in sweat head to toe. This was deeper than sex, deeper than love. For one perfect instant they had become one flesh, their souls touched and intertwined.

As one they kiss.

After an eternity of blissfulness, Mary Jane lets her feet touch the floor. Peter pulls his spent member out and trickle of fluid begins to run down the inside of Mary Jane’ leg. She doesn’t seem to notice.

Mary Jane stretches, her body was asleep from the waist down. This was the first time in an hour her feet touch the floor and she still panted breathlessly from exertion. “Wow...” was all that she could muster.

Peter looks about the apartment, the candles had burned low, and clothes were scattered haphazard. He spies the broken glass shimmering in the candlelight. He moves to get a dustpan.

A soft hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Tomorrow...” is all she says.

Peter looks his wife in the eye. As every man does, he says something stupid. “What about tonight?”

Mary Jane pulls him close and kisses him deeply.

“Now that dinners over,” she says with a smile, “I was hoping you’d make love to me.”

Taking him by the hand she leads him toward the bedroom, “Happy anniversary, Tiger.”