That look in MJ’s eyes was not good, not good at all. She still had the crazed look of a sex-fiend. “If I lost control again…it might be permanent…” Her words from not even 24-Hours ago rang in Spider-Man’s head…was she right? Had his beautiful wife just caved in to desire? He tried to move...but his body felt like lead, Peter was hardly able to raise his head and see his wife….His wife…Mary Jane was licking her lips at the sight of him…like just looking at her shrunken plaything was arousing. Her lips curled into a smile; “…I’m sorry Peter…but this feels so…good!!” That was a big tipoff to what she had planned, the apology sounded fake and she exclaimed about the pleasure…she was still crazed.

MJ turned her finger, which Peter was on, upside down, pointed towards her crotch. The fluids from his previous encounter with that gateway were still on Peter and allowed him to be stuck to his wife’s finger…he had a perfect view of Mary Jane’s lower lips. The cum from last time was still there too…it couldn’t have been more than five minutes and MJ wanted to do it again?! She sure seemed to be wet still…but it was ridiculous!

It didn’t even matter to her, MJ was in her own little world or pleasure. There were no cold words this time…no playful ones neither…either she believed Peter to be dead, or something not worth talking too; neither inspiring confidence in the hero. He was still weak but he tried to get his wife’s attention, “MJ!! Please d-“

Peter was cut off by something he didn’t expect, the wshhing noise of air as MJ moved her finger down…man he must’ve been small! There wasn’t even time for a panicked scream before Spider-Man entered the pink gateway. The now familiar sensation of being in his wife was far from comforting; his wife literally rubbing him all inside of her was a good reason why. It couldn’t have been long since he was last there, that much Peter was certain of. Why? Because everything was different…a bit more…haywire. The fluids within felt…different, stickier, stronger; the heat was at least twice what it was before. And most notably was the fact Mary Jane’s heart was beating so loudly it was driving Peter nuts.

To summarize it, it worsened the experience by about ten times. Peter already struggled with his breath during the last round and nearly died from it; and now they were about to start again when he wasn’t even halfway up to par. And with MJ the way she was…her body’s chemistry like this…it would be the most grueling insertion of them all for certain.

It was quite clear MJ believed Peter to be dead, her fingers weren’t just trying to hold him in place…they were squeezing what little air he had out. In mere seconds Peter was threatened by unconsciousness. He fought to stay awake of course, but with no air and his body being used like a dildo it was only a matter of time before he would finally simply pass out. Literally fainting from his wife being too rough…definitely not the best time for male pride.

THUMP-THUMP

It started to come, the loud sound of Peter’s very own heartbeat rang out in his ears. Time seemed to slow down, as the chaos around him becoming more clear than ever before. The only thing stopping Spider-Man from passing out was his own will power, which wouldn’t hold out for much longer. He spent his last few moments awake in despair; even if she was crazed on orgasmic pleasure MJ had no care for his well being. It was truly frightful; again her words rang in his ears and Peter was almost certain her words were coming to fruition. It was almost time…but it seemed fate had one last cruel trick to play. In his heightened awareness it was clear to Peter that MJ was climaxing…it was almost upon him; the flood. It seemed like an enormous tidal wave of bodily fluid colored goo. A flood strong enough to slam Peter hard enough to gasp in pain…a gasp which ended with a nice mouthful of the flood ending up right down his throat. It tasted…weird, but not in a bad way; but it seemed to be too much at once. Peter’s body forced him to cough out some of the goo of his wife, and despite all going on around him Peter smiled once he was done. “Even now…I love you MJ…” and with that last thought; Peter fell unconscious, certain he wouldn’t awaken to see the next morning.

Next, all that came was blackness. But the story of Spider-Man didn’t end there. Through some miracle he had lived. Unconscious for three days in an almost comatose state he had no idea of what was going on around him. It wasn’t until he awakened that he felt the shock of his own survival.

"I'm...alive? How?" No answer came, but he was certain someone was there. Even exhausted and hardly awake Peter recognized a hand…he was situated on someone’s palm. Vision was a bit hazy…but Peter looked up to see who it was. Money said it would be MJ…