Though they had been planning on rewarding Felicia for shaping up and doing her share of the chores... Mary Jane still didn't like the idea of Felicia getting by her. As far as she was concerned, Peter was hers, and though she'd agreed to share him with Felicia, she still should be in charge of how that sharing took place. The gatekeeper controlling access to Peter, because he was just too much of a soft touch to properly keep Felicia in check.
Not that Mary Jane had much time to stew on this, because Peter carried the mewling, naked Felicia right up to her. With one hand holding Felicia in place, his other hand grasped MJ by the belt buckle and pulled her in close.
Their lips met, pressing together tightly. Then Peter's mouth opened, his tongue flicking out to find Mary Jane's mouth waiting and willing. She accepted the deep thrust of his tongue and sucked hard on it, possessively, claiming ownership of Peter even while Felicia had him inside her.
Mary Jane didn't realize how tightly they were all crowded together until she felt Felicia's arm wrap around her back. Then Peter turned her, making Mary Jane face away from the joined bodies of himself and Felicia, but still kissing her with her neck craned to give him continued access to her succulent lips.
She felt Felicia's mouth joining in, kissing the delicate curve of her neck running down into her top, and wondered if it was Felicia's own sluttish desire or Peter pushing Felicia's face into her flesh to do what came naturally or if he was just dominating Black Cat so hard that she instinctively acted to do whatever might satisfy Peter.
Peter's hand let go of MJ's belt buckle, drifting downward to rub the inside of her thigh before settling on her mound. Almost of their own accord, her legs opened to him, allowing...
begging
him to cup the shaven swell of her pubis. She moaned around his tongue, feeling his hand firmly massaging the roll of her cunt.
Mary Jane lost all thoughts of continuing Felicia's punishment. Instead, her arms reached up, encircling the necks of both Peter and Felicia, and feeling their hands on her. Fondling the contours of her ass, firm as ripe fruit, and reaching into her shirt to caress her tits. Mary Jane turned her head away from Peter and found Felicia's mouth waiting for her, sleek feminine tongue going into her mouth to probe and tease.
It was only with great reluctance that Mary Jane pulled away from the surprisingly lustful kiss Felicia was giving her.
"Peter," she said, "get your cock out of this whore and give it to your wife."
Felicia's eyes widened, her brows knitting with impertinence, and then she realized Mary Jane's game and how they'd play it. Both women wanted only the best for Peter. Why shouldn't that extend to the best sex? And while they could swallow their pride and collaborate, as Peter wanted them to, they were fiercely independent creatures.
A little friendly competition would both give Peter all the pleasure he deserved and allow them to live with sharing their beloved. With one look into each other's eyes, Mary Jane and Felicia were both sure they could give as well as they got.
