THE SEXUAL SPIDEY ADVENTURES.

Chapter 1

Mary Jane Watson Pt 1:Wanting a second chance.

“We are gathered here today to pay respects to the late Harry Obsorn……”

Peter Parker Alias Spiderman looked up at the gathered crowd of family and friends who had come to say goodbye to his old buddy Harry. At the graveside was Harry’s wife and Peter’s best friend, Mary Jane Watson or Mary Jane Osborn, whichever fit for you. Her dark mourning dress did nothing to hide the redheads beauty though Pete had to feel sorry for her as her emerald eyes filled with tears for her husband.

Though it wasn’t the best of marriages, if you read the tabloids. Harry was a playboy, marriage or none. His and Mary Jane’s own marriage filled with many an argument and bitter word that had Peter and Gwen Stacy playing referee one too many times. It often ended in Mary Jane staying over at Peter’s for the night until harry found the guts to apologise for his latest cheating scandal. This did often put a strain on his and Gwen’s sex life since she had to stay at her own apartment while Mary Jane was in residence, though the two friends said nothing.

It was on one of these recent “Cheating visits” as they called them that Pete had witnessed just how far Mary Jane had come to regret marrying Harry Osborn. Peter had come in from a successful patrol as Spiderman and whipped up a nice cooked dinner for Mj to enjoy and take her mind off things. The beautiful redhead had come into the apartment and looked stunned to find peter waiting for her with dinner ready as he read the newspaper.

“Why was I such a fool?” She had whispered, Peter’s keen hearing allowing him to have heard the question, though he kept quiet and pretended otherwise. Mj was berating herself for choosing Harry over Peter all those years ago. Peter didn’t particularly blame her for choosing Harry. Back then, even as Spiderman, peter had never been a girl’s top choice for a boyfriend. Only Gwen, in her own typically amazing way, had sensed that peter was a great boyfriend if given the chance, someone who would go through hell to make a woman happy. When others had questioned her choice, the beautiful and sexy blonde had merely shrugged. Their loss, not hers.

He sighed and held Gwen closer to him as she layed her head on his shoulder as they watched one of their longtime friends put to rest inside the earth. He hoped Mj had the strength to overcome this.

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6 months later…..

“PARKER!!! WHERE ARE THOSE SPIDERMAN PHOTOS? I WANTED THEM ON MY DESK YESTERDAY!!!

Peter sighed and put his latest pics of his superhero alter ego fighting doctor octopus on Jonna Jameson’s desk before collecting his pay from the front desk. At least this would keep him and Gwen going and put something in their bank accounts this month.

His blonde girlfriend had been particularly aggressive in bed that morning, making him cum in her pussy several times before she finally unlocked her legs from behind his back and let him go. It was times like those when he thanked heaven he had such a great girlfriend. Kind, beautiful, understanding and supportive. Not to mention such a demoness in bed. He loved her and would soon be ready to pop the question to her and make her his permanently.

He began to walk out of the building when he got a call on his cell. Speak of an Angel!

“Hey Gwen. I was just thinking about you beautiful.”

He heard the sweet laugh from the other end of the line.

“Well isn’t that sweet Petey. I hope you’re free today cause Mj just called.”

Peter’s eyes widened. Mary Jane hadn’t been seen in public for a long time since Harry’s death. She hadn’t even been taking calls.

“Wow, she really called? How’s she doing? She OK?” He asked.

“She’s fine apparently though she’d like you to go over to Osborn manor and help her move some old stuff of Harry’s. I would come too, but I’ve got research I need to get done. Can you go over and help her out for me?”

Peter grinned. “For you beautiful, I’d fight the hulk a hundred times.” He said as Gwen giggled. “No need for that, hero. Now off you go. I’ll call you when I get home. Love ya.”

“Love you too, Gwen.”

Peter cut the call and called a cab.

It was time to visit an old friend.

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2 hours later and he was knocking on the front door of Osborn manor.