One thing good thing about Spider-Man’s costume was that unlike some heroes who wore too much high-tech and too many pouches, Spidey had a simple four-piece costume that he could get in and out of quickly. He had his pants, boots and shirt off in a few seconds. He pulled off his web-shooters, while his big erection bobbed between his legs. The girls had their eyes on his spider-manhood as if they hadn’t played with it a hundred times before. Spider-Man went to remove his mask, but his bed-bound wife stopped him.

“Not so fast tiger. How about today instead of getting fucked by my sexy spouses, two of the cities hottest heroes screw my brains out,” MJ purred as she rubbed her huge, soft breast with her hand. She was getting aroused just thinking about her lovers doing it in their masks.

“It seems that your always fucking Spider-Man. Should your husband Peter Parker be getting worried?” Spider-Man jokingly asked as his wife let out a soft giggle to make her many rolls of fat jiggle. She still had her drooping stomach up, revealing her hot, gushing snatch as it kept drooling. The playful foreplay before the big even always made MJ even hornier. Spidey’s sense of humour was a major turn on for her.

“Not at all. I just love a little role playing,” MJ explained and meant it. Since Black Cat wasn’t stealing anymore, a big source of their income came from MJ’s modelling career. Of course, because she was so fat she had to take very specific jobs. No normal person could be as fat as MJ and still have such a toned butt and bosom, so she had to keep her identity secret to keep people from knowing she was slightly super human. To do that, MJ began doing shoot dressed as super heroes.

The public loved their fat super heroes and the fatter they were, the more they loved them. MJ was the biggest woman out there so she was asked to pretend to be the heroes for shoots and promotions. She pretended to be Ms. Marvel, Spider-Woman, Emma Frost, She-Hulk and many more fat heroes. No one cared that she didn’t look like any of them. All they did was put her into the costumes and gave her a wig, except with She-Hulk where they used ten green paint buckets to get her the right colours. It paid great and the best part was that she got to keep the costumes. His wife had pretended to be every hero Spidey knew, but the best was when she came home with the Black Cat costume. Getting to fuck two Black Cats, one chubby and the other huge, had been incredible for the perverted little spider. He loved his kinky wife.