As happy as Lois had been for Peter and Mary Jane when it seemed like they would retire from the game and live it up in Portland, she was happy a few months later when Mary Jane moved back to Metropolis. Once more, Peter and Clark were a team and once more, Lois had her bestie, the one person in the world who understood, who she could lean on when her man was in danger because MJ was in the exact same boat.
The world felt a lot less lonely with Mary Jane in the immediate vicinity. Lois knew a lot of people felt that way.
It wasn’t long before Peter and Clark were off saving the world again while Lois and MJ were sitting at the kitchen table, having coffee. They had lots to catch up on. Lois was enjoying herself. She could see Mary Jane was enjoying herself too.
“How did you like Portland?” she asked.
“It was wonderful,” Mary Jane sighed. “Not for us, but wonderful.”
“Tell me you at least got to see all the sights before you moved back.”
“Fraid not. We spent most of our time in bed.”
Mary Jane was smiling. They both liked sex. And while a lot of miseries came with what their husbands did for a living, at least Peter and Clark were both good-looking studs. Ones who understood that if they couldn’t be there for their wives, at least their wives had each other.
Then the smile vanished from Mary Jane’s face and she looked more like a statue than a woman.
“What’s wrong, MJ?”
Mary Jane hesitated. “I don’t really know how to say this.”
“You can tell me,” Lois assured her.
She liked the other woman, even if she was younger and so damn beautiful she literally was a model, while still being whip-smart enough to give Lois a run for her money. If Lois weren’t so damn confident about her own looks, she could really hate the redhead.
“You know how Peter is with me. He adores me, he worships the ground I walk on, and I’ve made peace with his… calling. But for fuck’s sake, the people he hangs out with. Wonder Woman. Power Girl. Starfire. And that’s just the heroes! Some of these bad girls… I know what kind of women they are. They’d let him do whatever they want if he gave them half a chance.”
“You shouldn’t let that bother you. Clark’s never been unfaithful to me and he’s had plenty of opportunity. It’s just not how he’s built.”
“Yeah, he’s a Boy Scout. Not that Peter isn’t. But he has this bitterness sometimes. He got picked on a lot at school; he never really got over it. In a way, it’s good. He sees people who are helpless or in danger and he knows how much it hurts. He just has to help them. But I worry someday he’s going to think about all the crap he’s been put through and think… ‘Mary Jane, she’s not that great. Why should I settle for her? I could have a fling with the Black Cat too, or maybe Supergirl, or that Hawkeye lady.’” MJ sobbed dryly. “He knows so many women with great fucking tits!”
“But when has Peter ever been like that?” Lois asked. “He doesn’t want some harem. He just wants one woman, someone who’s totally devoted to him, and that’s you. Clark’s the same way. And he has plenty of angst, believe me, but what makes him a hero… the person that he is turns all that suffering into motivation. He knows that’s what he’s fighting when he rescues someone. He’s like a doctor: his enemy is pain.”
Mary Jane wiped a tear from her eye. “Easy for you to say. You’re like—crazy impressive. You have a Pulitzer prize! And you’re gorgeous! You can even blast through a shooting range like John Wick! Me… if Peter wanted to replace me, there’s dozens of girls who are younger and prettier…”
“Redheads are not that common,” Lois quipped. “And you’re way prettier than me. Peter really would have to win a jackpot to find another woman as beautiful as you. But if Clark wanted to replace me, he could find someone at any casting call. He could find a weathergirl.”
“No way!” Mary Jane insisted. “You’re sexy as hell! Peter thinks so too. When he found out about Clark’s secret, the first thing he said was ‘okay, that explains the hot wife.’”
“Really?” Lois asked, flattered. “Well, when Clark first caught sight of you, he asked me if all the girls in New York looked like that. I nearly broke my elbow, digging it into his ribs.”
Mary Jane smirked. “You really think I’m beautiful? Not just… ‘attractive’?”
“MJ, you’re Sophia Loren on her best day. You’re Brigitte Bardot. You’re Raquel Welch. I’ll prove it to you. Take off your clothes. I’ll give you a little journalistic objectivity.”
“Okay.”
Mary Jane stood up and undressed. Everything leaving her body, piece by piece. Laid out on the kitchen table. Until she was finally nude.
She stood there, giving Lois an unvarnished look at her nakedness. Lois was struck by how beautiful she was. Her skin white and soft, just to look at—Lois could barely restrain herself from touching it. And her breasts… firm and soft and round. Peter must really love sucking on those big nipples.
A beautifully toned ass and a tiny cunt protected by a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Red. Beautiful. Lois could only imagine all the love Peter must lavish on that little slit. Pretty in its own right, and also the key to pleasure for all of Mary Jane’s voluptuous body.
“You’re incredible,” Lois breathed.
“Coming from you!” Mary Jane retorted. “Okay. Your turn. Take it off. You cannot have breasts that aren’t as good as mine.”
“You’re in for a disappointment. You’re a model,” Lois reminded her.
“You could be one too. The attitude you have? You’d dominate the runway. Come on, everything must go! We’re going to do some comparison shopping!”
Lois got up. She stripped, doing it all in a rush, knowing she’d fumble if she stopped to think about it. She was sure she’d come up short, compared to Mary Jane, but once her clothes were lying on the table, she found Mary Jane’s eyes glowing to look at her. Taking an overt pleasure in looking over her breasts, her ass, her legs.
“Clark is a very lucky man,” Mary Jane pronounced.
“And if all the women in New York looked like you, it’d be heaven on Earth.”
Lois reached out and touched one of Mary Jane’s supple breasts. It was even softer than it looked, yet just the right amount of firm. And even as she touched it, it still looked so luscious and… delicious.
“Not just good to look at,” Lois judged.
“There are bigger.”
“Who needs bigger? These are just so…” Lois moved her hand about. Squeezing and stroking and feeling. Finding the nipples hardening at her touch. She pinched one, then the other, and Mary Jane’s pale skin goosepimpled all over her bust. “They’re so you. Full of life and… responsive… I shouldn’t be touching them.”
“Yes, you should,” Mary Jane sighed. “It really feels nice. Just like when Peter plays with my tits. And since he’s not here, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I played with myself. With some help from a friend…”
“Clark isn’t here either,” Lois moaned.
Mary Jane reached out to Lois’s chest. They were both fondling each other then, caressing each other’s tits, massaging the lush flesh into the same excitement they felt themselves. They were both entranced with the creamy feel of breasts, the slickness of sweating skin, the way what they touched throbbed and glistened and almost seemed to purr with the pleasure they were generating. It was like they were feeling the same thing. Masturbating as much as caressing.
“But what really makes you beautiful,” Lois said, “is those lips.”
They kissed, offering up tongues to each other’s mouth, feeling them sucked on. They rubbed one another’s luscious asses, petting each other’s pussies, shivering at delicious little touches of the other’s clit. They were getting hot, getting wet, both lips and pussies slick and inviting. What had started out as a little treat was now a decadent pleasure. Both could feel the certainty of orgasm awakening their sensual flesh, turning them into beasts in rut.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Lois suggested. “Clark wouldn’t mind if you slept over.”
“Peter wouldn’t want me to be alone,” Mary Jane agreed.
Mary Jane showed off her modeling muscles then. Picking up Lois and carrying her to the bedroom over her shoulder. But as they went in, Lois grabbed the doorframe and slipped out of MJ’s grasp. When Mary Jane turned around, Lois showed off her own gym time. She picked up Mary Jane and tossed her on the bed.
Mary Jane lay there and Lois stood. The two women delighting in each other’s beautiful bodies: both a little sweaty, both with taut muscles and a red flush of arousal sheening perfect physiques.
“We’re going to have to do some kind of key party thing,” Mary Jane said. “I want Clark.”
“I want Peter and Clark.”
“And I want Peter to have me and you. But later. After I’ve had you.”
“Much later,” Lois agreed. “But we’re definitely having a threesome with Clark.”