MJ's cold angered eyes pierced daggers into Peter as her hand reached out. Poor little Spider-Man never stood a chance, he was in juice soaked clothes and had none of his tricks available; all he could do was run and get caught with ease. His giantess of a wife lifted Peter to the bridge of her nose, and stared at him intently. "You got to have fun while I suffered, I think it's only fair to switch that." Her hand began gliding around the rim of her tight jeans, "Last night was....easy compared to what I have planned. Hope you like it Rough " With a calm smile MJ unzipped her pants and allowed them to fall to the floor, kicking them aside with ease along with her shoes.

Peter knew he had to reason with his wife, she was always moody but now was not the time for that. "Hunny come on! I'm sorry for what I said but you're overreacting! Please be rational! We're husband and wife for gods sake!"

In the midst of removing her shirt Mary Jane paused and looked at her husband, "Husband and wife....." Peter almost cheered, his words got through; at least he believed so until the giantess' eyes flared again. "Not for tonight...tonight we're gonna be the Queen and the Bug. I've always wanted to roleplay." Peter felt like slapping himself, when MJ got mad she was MAD. Reason was basically out of the window and nothing he could say or do would calm his wife down; he only had two options, escape or try his best to live through his wife's moodyness. Since he was held in a death grip by her crimson painted nails escape was out. And then there was one; no matter what Peter had to try to survive this.

Now shirtless and clad only in underwear Mary Jane strode towards her bed, falling onto it with a calm grace. It was eerie how okay she was with what she was doing....treating her husband like a slave. It was only in Peter's paranoia but it was coming to life; and if it continued things would only grow worse. But at the moment he had no power, hopefully after this ordeal his wife will be reasonable again.

With her free hand MJ slid her panties down, revealing to Peter the lovely sight of her vagina; but right now it looked more like the gateway to hell. The folds, the pink coloring, it was a....majestic sight at least but the sight of it brought nothing but terror right now. Fingers crossed that Rough Sex wasn't too rough Peter looked at his wife again.

Nervous and scared Peter tried reason one last time, "Come on honey! We need some time to prepare and set the mood. Candles...maybe dinner, you could do your hair...." Anything that makes the time go by.

She had the look of a lioness gaping at her prey, "I was never one for waiting baby....so be warned...here it comes!" In a lightning movement MJ dug her husband deep inside of her; deeper than he went when they did this the night before, and they were only starting! Peter had no time to gasp for air and ended up swallowing some of MJ's acidy juices while he flailed for air. Instinct made Peter reach his arms around everywhere, and each movement only served to further pleasure his giantess wife. And showing no signs of concerns MJ laughed and shouted in pleasure as her hand came back out with Peter; instantly going back in. This time prepared Peter caught a slight bit of air before the second plunge, although the force of the rushing juices and MJ's fingers knocked it right out of him. She was intentionally rubbing him against everything to further please herself; and Mary Jane showed no signs of caring for Peter's wellbeing.This continued for another twenty minutes at least, MJ screaming in orgasmic pleasure and shoving Peter deeper in. Peter barely surviving and dismayed at his wife for suddenly being like this. They both knew this deep down but tried to deny it; as this was no longer sex, this was a Goddess masturbating with the body of a meager Insect.

"OH MY GOD!!! IT'S HERE!!!" MJ finally exclaimed after what seemed like an eternity. It was the climax, and every piece of tissue in Mary Jane's body braced for it, braced for the full force of the biggest flow yet; directed purely at Peter Parker. He was at the very end when it came, a typhoon of sexual juices that washed Peter right from his wife's hand. It took him for a last joyride, colliding him against any and everything as the juices slid out with a faint whooshing noise. Weak and tired Peter was hardly conscious when he finally resurfaced; his wife's sexual juices, sweat, and pleasure radiated everywhere to the point he felt it like he himself had it. His vision was blurred in exhaustion, barely capable of seeing his wife. Was she happy now?

MJ panted in pure relief as she eyed the result of her sudden move. Her entire waist...no....even part of the bed was covered in cum. It was either a hell of an explosion or a hell of a lot of cum but she did know one thing; she wanted to experience that pleasure again. It was a move made in unreasonable anger....and Mary Jane was more than happy she made it. With a gasp she remembered her husband, and went to grab him. His limp body in her fingers MJ feared the worst, but she could feel his little heart beating faintly; he was alive, just fainted. Calmly MJ placed Peter on his makeshift bed on the dresser beside the actual bed. Once he woke up she would explain.

In the meantime MJ cleaned herself, her underwear, Peter, and the bed, all the while wearing a more than happy smirk. She made a small dinner, ate it, watched a little TV and headed to bed herself. It was a dreamless night, and when she woke up Peter was still out! She went out to make breakfast, once finished and eating her fill MJ returned and Peter was finally awake....and eyeing her fearfully.

It's not that Peter wasn't happy to see his wife...it's that what she did last night nearly killed him...heck he spent the better half of a day practically comatose. "Um...morning honey."

"...Morning."

The pause made Peter nervous, "Sleep well?"

"Yeah...and I have something to tell you?"

Peter's heart skipped a beat, "Oh?"

"Yeah I....