Ororo works to make this more than a one time thing

Ororo laid in bed, staring at the ceiling utterly blissed out. Once more the sheets and mattress were soaked but unlike in the morning she didn’t give a fuck. How could she when the reason for not just the destruction of her linens but also her inability to actually stand up was lying next to her, let out pleased little moans.

Scott had been better than she had imagined. Attentive and caring when he needed to be, rough and forceful when that was the right thing to scratch her itch. Quick, slow, he was able to do both without her even saying a word. There had been times where he had suddenly changed tempos and Storm had gone rigid just from his alternations.

The man was amazing.

‘And wasted on Jean,’ she thought to herself, wondering HOW her friend could ever be bitter or upset with anything in her life when she could come home and take a ride on Scott’s throbbing cock.

Ororo reached down and idly stroked her engorged pussy lips, loving how puffy they felt after the pounding she’d received. She wanted to stroll out to the middle of the road and wait for a crowd to gather before proudly showing off her nethers for all to see. This time she wouldn’t bother washing the sheets because she wanted to spend the next few days waking up to the smell of sex.

‘Though… if this becomes more than a one time thing…’

She had told Scott that he could have her whenever he wanted. That she was his. But while he had accepted that in the heat of the moment she knew the man and soon the high from the hours long fucking would disapate and he would begin worrying about everything. Questioning himself. Thinking what they’d done was wrong. But how could something that felt so good be a bad thing?

No… if Ororo wanted this to continue she needed to talk some sense into the man.

“Listen…” Scott began, as if sensing where her thoughts were lingering.

Ororo quickly cut him off. “Jean is my best friend.”

“I know and-“

“And she is your wife,” she continued, not letting him get more than a few words out. “We both love her, so very much. We’d never want her hurt her.”

“That’s-“

Ororo rolled over, staring at him bathed in the moonlight, and tenderly reached out and pressed a hand to his cheek. “And what would hurt her more than anything?”

“…finding out.”

“Exactly,” Ororo said. “So we can never tell her. You understand that, right?”

Scott swallowed. “I don’t want to lie.”

“We won’t lie to her,” Ororo assured him. “We just… won’t tell her about this. There is a difference, you know.”

“I… I guess,” Scott said. She could tell his mind was muddled from the hot sex and she planned to take advantage of that.

~MC~MC~MC~

Jean, lying in her and Scott’s bed, slowly tweaked her nipples, teeth worrying her bottom lip as she rubbed her thighs together. She could feel the cum drying on her legs and from where it had oozed down her ass crack. The most delightful sensation. Almost as much as her tweaking Scott and Ororo’s minds with her powers, making Scott more open to Ororo’s suggestions and Storm more sneaky and cunning while also boosting her selfishness.

Everything was building up perfectly.

~MC~MC~MC~

“Now Jean,” Ororo continued, rotating around 180 degrees, allowing Scott plenty of time to stare at her nude form, “loves us, doesn’t she?”

“Of… of course she does,” Scott got out and Storm slowly lifted up her leg and shifted herself over him.

“And she’d want us to be happy, wouldn’t she? Would be very upset if we were denying ourselves happiness. She is sweet and wonderful like that. If we stop and she begins to notice us al upset and moody, thinking about what we aren’t going to do again… that would upset her, wouldn’t it?” Storm leaned down at licked this head of his cock, savoring the tastes of her own juices and his cum that clung to the head of the slowly swelling shaft. “It seems to be the best thing… the kindest thing… is to do what makes us happy. Just… keep in quiet. Just between us.”

“Mmmm.” She glanced towards his face and smirked at the sight of him staring at her puffy lips, hand reaching up to run through the white curls that tried to hide her greedy sex. Scott slowly lifted his head up, burying her nose in her bush.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ororo teased, slowly rolling her hips. “I bet Jean is really careful about keep a nicely trimmed pussy, isn’t she?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Scott murmured as he began to spread Ororo open.

“But you like it wild, don’t you? Untamed. I didn’t do any grooming today because I knew if I tried I’d just end up masterbating, thinking about you. Looks like that was a good thing, wasn’t it?” She slowly lowered her own head to his crotch. “I think I’m going to stop wearing underwear. That way you can think about my juicy hairy pus every time you-“

Scott suddenly lunged up and Ororo forgot all about teasing him, focusing instead on his tongue attacking her folds while she went down on his cock, deep throating him.

And a few blocks down Jean screamed herself hoarse as she squirted, letting her cum rain down on her.