Felicia’s sex was slathered with her own wetness and some of the cum Peter had shot onto her bare midsection. It had trickled down like melting candle wax to frost her labia—foamy and frothy and delicious. Mary Jane’s green eyes sparkled; her tongue glided between her lips.

She held off for a few moments, teasing Felicia with the idea that she might abandon her to go play with Peter instead, but mostly enjoying the pleasure of the anticipation. Whetting her appetite with the view and allowing sexual hunger pangs to quiver inside her.

Then she knelt down to tongue Felicia’s pussy with long, sucking licks. Felicia’s jaw dropped. Her eyes widened as she absorbed the sudden shock of pleasure from her long-time rival now mouthing her pussy. Mary Jane licked away at Peter’s cum, relishing the taste as much as ever. Then, as the flavor dwindled and there was only Felicia to lap at, she savored that too. All the sweet wetness on Felicia’s sex and lap and inside her, when she fucked her tongue into Felicia’s opening and tasted Peter once more. She pushed her tongue all the way inside of Felicia and lingered there a moment, feeling the roiling tightness of Felicia’s depths around her tongue—she thought if the tension there was anything like Peter felt inside her.

All of her husband’s seed had been licked away, but Felicia was filling her pussy with a flood of aroused juices. Mary Jane glued her lips to Felicia’s slot and sucked. The cat burglar gurgled with joy, eyes crossing, then looking down in disbelief to confirm that it was Mary Jane between her legs, tonguing her with the relish of a born lesbian.

“I didn’t know—you had it in you—” she wailed, her whole body quivering, only held in place by the webbing she still hung from.

“I’d eat Peter’s cum out of my own ass if I could. But since I’m not quite that flexible—” and her talented tongue switched Felicia again, Felicia’s lips gaping open as she decided to ask no more questions—not when it would distract Mary Jane from keeping that tongue in blissful motion.

Mary Jane went further, using her fingers to part Felicia’s sex and running the flat of her tongue over its spread. Her lips brushed across Felicia’s throbbing clit, then pulled at it. Felicia’s body undulated, rolling and flexing, working her snatch into Mary Jane’s face. Mary Jane was truly enjoying herself now, her lips drawing on whatever section of Felicia’s labia she’d decided to stuff with pleasure, her fingers stabbing into Felicia’s hole and running in and out while she mouthed her.

Felicia couldn’t take it for long. “I’m gonna come!” she keened.

“Mmmm yeah, baby. Cream for me,” Mary Jane cooed, sending her words into Felicia’s open pussy like she wanted to hear them echo. “Let me drink your orgasm.”

Mary Jane’s fingers slid in and out at the bottom of Felicia’s slit while her lips opened wide, held to the rest of Felicia’s gaping, trembling sex as the cat burglar melted with the thrill of climax.

Her juices gushed into Mary Jane’s mouth and poured over her tongue. Mary Jane gulped it down and sucked for more, wanting every delicious drop of that nectar. But some was inevitably wasted, or at least went untasted, coating Mary Jane’s lovely face as she happily ground her lips into Felicia’s slot. Tongue lapping up more from inside the cat burglar like a spoon. Until finally Felicia sighed and sank down so heavily it seemed to lower her an inch from the ceiling. She was drained.

Mary Jane kept tonguing her aftershock-ridden sex until the redhead was sure she’d licked up every drop, felt every spasm that could be caused by Felicia’s delirious orgasm.

“I can’t believe I came that hard without any cock,” Felicia gasped.

“Well, there was some cock,” Mary Jane said, and smiled at Peter with Felicia’s juices gleaming from cheek to cheek. She stood and kissed him, happily sharing Felicia’s taste, and even more happily feeling the resurgent erection that pulsed against her hip like rolling thunder before a lightning strike.

Felicia threw her head back—seeing them together was like a strong breeze across her cunt, making her folds twitch and moisten. She had to begin rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to join in, but even just watching them turned her on.

Felicia frowned to herself. It was nice getting sucked off by a redhead, there was no doubting that, and she was amenable to the prospect of being the pair’s sex slave. She literally couldn’t think of two nicer people to belong to. But. Still. Getting off on watching them fuck each other was too much. If she was gonna be broken, she wanted it to be in the sense of ‘he ruined my cunt with that big dick,’ not ‘sits, stays, and begs for treats.’

After all, they’d gotten a cat, not a dog.

“Hey, Spider,” she said, putting a little swing into her body so she swayed where she hung from her bonds. The roving motion played the dim light over her sensual curves, making glow the dampness where she’d sweated until the bare flesh of her plunging neckline virtually shone. “Mary Jane seems to have enjoyed yourself. Aren’t you going to enjoy yourself?”

“He is,” Mary Jane said, though she gave Felicia a speculative look. Peter kissed her neck, sucked on her ear, and Felicia could see the pleasure playing over Mary Jane’s face. “But if you want, you can enjoy yourself.”

“How?” Felicia deadpanned, shrugging her shoulders as best she could to bring attention to her predicament.

Mary Jane gave Peter a quick kiss, licking over his lips. “If Peter’s alright with it—” Peter nodded his methods into another brisk kiss. “You can have him… after you eat me out.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “Just can’t wait to try out a woman’s mouth now that you’ve found out how good it is to eat pussy, huh?”

Mary Jane grinned impishly. “And I can’t wait to see you take Peter’s cock either. How heterosexual is that? But I will.”

“Hmph,” Felicia muttered. She’d been looking forward to a cuntful of spider-cock. It’d been a long time since she’d last had it and all the temptation and deprivation and nostalgia had had its way with her.

Part of Felicia wondered it couldn’t possibly be as good as she remembered. Another part was so, so willing to understand. Even if she had to be Mary Jane’s bitch… not even Peter’s, but Mary Jane’s.

“Suit yourself,” Peter said. “But if you don’t want this cunt—I do.”

His fingers brushed down the side of Mary Jane’s freckled face, an exquisite caress that brought his careful touch under her pert little chin, then lifted it until he could kiss her fully, almost ferociously, holding Mary Jane steady as she shook and moaned in the grip of the passion he was turning on her. Felicia bit her lip jealously as she watched Peter utterly possess his wife with a single kiss.

Mary Jane’s eyes opened, hooded, as the kiss entered. They looked blankly at Felicia, then Peter buried his mouth in the crook of Mary Jane’s neck, teeth grinding into her pulse, and Mary Jane’s unseeing eyes rolled upward, her kiss-stung lips opening in a trembling, silent cry. She rubbed her groin against his costumed thigh, shuddering at the feel of firm muscle at her disposal, then leapt up to wrap her legs around Peter’s waist, her arms around his back. The sudden demand of her weight should’ve bowled Peter over, but with his strength and his feet sticking to the floor, he held onto her without even shifting his stance. Then Mary Jane’s eyes focused on Felicia.

“You wanna show her what she’s missing, tiger? What she’d get if only she were a good girl?”

“Oh no, I’m a good girl!” Felicia insisted hastily, sure now that she couldn’t take another round of the two of them teasing her—this time without her even being the center of attention. “Alright, okay, I’ll do it! Mary Jane, spread your legs!”

“She already is,” Peter mumbled into MJ’s neck, getting a laugh out of the redhead as he carried her over to the wall.

Felicia groaned and pulled at the webbing above her, then at the webbing below, but there was no moving it. She was stuck until they decided she was worth tending to. “I’ll eat your ass, okay MJ? I’ll eat your goddamn ass!”

Mary Jane looked at her over Peter’s shoulder. “That sounds a little gross.”

Felicia smirked at her. “But it feels incredible. And then Peter fucks me—”

“We’re not making deals,” Peter said, turning away from Mary Jane. But he had turned away from her.

Felicia felt a little faint, seeing the erection that he’d been about to give to MJ. Like she could even appreciate all that cock.

“Don’t you want to see me tongue your girl’s ass?” Felicia asked innocently.

A. Felicia eats Mary Jane’s pussy.

B. Felicia eats Mary Jane’s ass.

C. Felicia only gets to watch.