The question was...direct to say the least; Peter was speechless for a moment. His wife, his hot if not moody wife had never been so direct before; at least not outside of bed anyway. It took a moment before he could even think of a response, thankfully Mary Jane waited patiently. He had to choose his words carefully...Peter may never get a chance like this again and he didn't want to ruin it. And yet...it was so out of character for MJ...paranoia in Peter connected this to some earlier moodswings he had the "fortune" of experiencing. Fingers crossed that it had nothing to do with this Peter came out with his smoothest line. "Hell yeah baby. I'll head in there with you and we will tear it UP!"


Mary Jane couldn't contain her laughter, "Are we taking a bath or going to the bathroom!?" It was one of the reasons she loved the nerdy man, his inability to come off as remotely cool without the whole Spider-Man thing. Peter of course blushed at his failed attempt at coolness, choosing silence instead of further failure. MJ petted him with her finger in consolance, still chuckling. "Oh relax Pete...you know I love you. And that is why."

"I guess..." He grumbled, MJ brought a hand to her top. "Since it's bathtime that means clothes go off. You change while I change."

"You're getting really good at one handed clothing changes." Peter commented as he began. He did nothing special and paid no mind to it at all but his wife....Peter Parker could just not look away from the epitome of beauty that was Mary Jane. When her slim flat stomach came into view he almost lost it, next up were the two mountains he had grown to love at this new size, and this time was no different. Behind a maroon bra sat the two mammeries, almost bouncing into the free world like living creatures. MJ's pants came off too in a similar fashion, with Peter watching like an old High School pervert again. In nothing but underwear MJ smiled at her husband in her hand "Get ready for the opening act tiger!" Thumb on the band of her panties Mary Jane seemed to tear away the thin layer of cloth separating her sensitive area from the world; Peter looked at it in a mixture of awe, love, and even fear; that one orifice had done so much to him lately it was unreal. When the bra came off similar thoughts came to mind, and with a blush Peter realized he had yet to do any nipple play with his wife like this....of course he said nothing. MJ let out a seductive chuckle, "Now let's go...."

With less than a dozen pure simple strides Mary Jane was inside the house restroom with her husband, both nude as can be. Another couple of steps and MJ turned on the faucet and sets things up for a relaxing bath, Peter was safely placed on the bathroom sink counter. Turning around Mary Jane grapped a couple of towels from a towel rack and laid them out on the floor as well as set aside a couple for drying off, not that Peter noticed at all with his oggling of his nude wife. Completely aware of such MJ leaned forward and blew a kiss at him, "Ready?" Nearly nosebleeding Peter nodded and was picked up once again.

Free hand turning the faucets off MJ poked her toes into the water, retracting them a moment later. "Feels safe...." Slowly she repeated the process, only this time she did not retract her movement. First her toes...then the foot...eventually half the leg was submerged as was the other one soon after. Carefully falling to her bottom MJ put her hand near the waters surface, "Hop on down now." Peter needed no second to consider such and jumped in mindlessly; thankfully his wife predicted this and the water was only mildly warm as to not murder the shrunken hero. The next couple minutes were simple, the two of them just getting their respective body's wet and cleaning. Naturally Peter's eyes rarely left his wife's fun spots, and she knew full well he was watching so she teased him with every move. Only Mary Jane would wash her breasts with her hands and moan while saying things such as "Oh yes!" and squeezing her tits before her husband. Not much was done for her butt or vagina though, Mary Jane was very careful to hardly move at all, the slightest ripple could drown her husband.

But as time passed things grew sort of boring so MJ got an idea, "Hey Peter..." She raised a leg so her knee was above the water. "Would you like to take you bath right here?" She pointed to her cleavage, blushing Peter nodded. "Okay, just climb up my leg and jump there and you got it! Think of it like cliff diving." She gestured to her knee cap, "The cliff." Then she gestured to the retained water in her cleavage, "The lake. Sound like fun?" Peter was already climbing.

Were it any other person this task would have been next to impossible, but this was Spider-Man. Peter was climbing up in no time at all; in fact, in minutes he had reached the "Cliff" and looked to his target below. MJ smiled, eagerly awaiting her husband.

"I'm waiting~"

Peter smirked, "Here I come!" Taking a few steps back Peter took off running for his great leap....