Jean struggles as she waits for dinner

When she woke up the next day Jean wondered how she was going to last the many hours before the dinner at Rogue’s house.

While Scott and Ororo’s fling had really perked her up and scratched at the itch that had been bugging her for months Jean found herself craving more. Ororo worked perfectly as the ‘friend who cheats with her friend’s husband’ trope the idea of the sultry seductress had nearly won out for Jean in terms of who Scott should be with. She’d been **** to hide the evidence of the wet dreams she’d had the night before from Scott so he didn’t ask questions, her mind playing over and over just what might happen.

It was insane and crazy. She’d had the best orgasms of her life the night before! Came multiple times and barely been able to make dinner, her legs had been so wobbly and her muscles so jellified. She’d made tacos because she needed the spice to cover up the smell of sex that filled their house and even then if Scott hadn’t been so focused on what he’d done with Ororo he would have smelled it.

‘Heh, I should have had a competition with Ororo to see who could stink up their place more!’ she thought to herself as she walked down the street.

But despite all that… jean wanted more. She’d gotten a taste of the pleasure that awaited her having a cheating husband and she desperately wanted to go back for seconds. But she couldn’t move the dinner up and that **** her to wait, leaving her feeling like a child on Christmas morning, **** for the clock to go faster…

“Hey Jean, are you okay?”

She turned and spotted Wolfsbane and Dazzler walked up to her, coffees in hand and sunglasses on their faces. For a brief moment her mind flashed to what they would look like naked, on their knees sucking on Scott’s cock, but she pushed those thoughts aside.

“Fine… just fine,” she said with a smile.

“You sure?” Wolfsbane asked. “You seemed out of it.”

Jean nodded and subtly took a step back, hoping the mutant woman’s enhanced sense of smell didn’t pick up her musk.

“Yeah just…thinking!”

Before she could say anything else Ororo chose that moment to turn the corner, letting out a little gasp before quickly recovering. It would take her friend time to get used to being the Other Woman, jean knew that, and she was SO looking forward to Ororo lying right to her face. God it was going to make life so wonderful…

“Oh, hello Jean!” she said with a smile that Jean could tell was fake but was just real enough to distract everyone else.

“Hi!” she said, deciding to begin laying groundwork for the new set up in their relationship. “Did Scott get your pipes taken care of?”

“He did, thank you.”

“Bet you were really backed up,” Jean said innocently. “Scott is really good at snaking into tight holes and getting everything gushing again.”

“That he is,” Ororo said with a faint smile before making her goodbyes.

“Jean…” Wolfsbane said, “Scott was helping Ororo?”

“Yeah, she had problems with her sink.”

The woman frowned and Dazzler made to say something but the European mutant shook her head when she thought jean wasn’t looking and soon they were off. For her part Jean wondered what was wrong and subtly dug into her mind…

…and what she found made her quickly duck into a store and head to the bathroom.

Door shut and locked Jean practically ripped off her jeans and panties and began to finger herself right there on the toilet. Wolfsbane had SMELLED Scott on Ororo. And not “Oh, I brushed up against you!”. The “We fucked hard and long!” scent. She knew… she knew and she was telling Dazzler! And Dazzler was telling her to not say a word, they couldn’t be for sure…

Jean had forgotten how WONDERFUL and KINKY it was to have people whispering about her, talking about her stud of a man fucking someone else…

She shoved her juice-covered fingers into her mouth to stifle her cries as she used her other hand to keep masterbating, letting years of pent up sexual need splash across her thighs.

This was the best idea she’d ever had!

…and she wanted MORE.