Know your role

Jean knew what her role was.

She was the dutiful trophy wife. The one that kept the house spotless, had dinner waiting, and was always up for some fun. She didn't question Scott when he arrived hours later. Didn't press him on what he was doing. She merely laid out the big meal she had made and then, unable to help herself, sank down on her knees and blew him as he ate, sometimes resting his plate on her back. And later when he decided he needed to go take care of some things Jean didn't once complain. Because a good wife let her husband do what he wanted...

...especially if he was busy fucking his other wives.

Rogue knew what her role was.

She was the one that kept Scott from becoming merely a fat blob. She encouraged him to continue working his muscles, getting them to grow stronger under his flab. He was a grizzly of a man and it was her duty to ensure he remained that way. She had... so many ways to do that. When he came over the next day for their workout she was already naked, more than happy to do nude jumping jacks while he worked the dumbbells. When he was on the bench doing presses she was there, legs spread wide and pussy right above his face, ready to give him a treat the moment he wanted it,  

She kept him mighty.  

Storm knew what her role was.

She loved rubbing her belly and telling Scott how she was sure there was more than one child growing inside of her. She encouraged him to take his other wives as much as he could, just in case they weren't good and knocked up. She walked around her greenhouse completely need, fetching the fruits and veggies that would go into his meals. And she marinated them all with her cum, so that he never forgot her taste.

She would breed him an army.

Dazzler didn't quite know her role yet.  

Not that she cared because at the moment Scott just wanted to fuck her. And she was fine with that. All thoughts of recording songs or doing press junekts or anything like that flew out the door and her sole focus in life was Scott's cock. Maybe that was her role: to keep his deck warm. To be is happy little cock sleeve who smiled and cooed the moment he sat down, wiggling her rump and flexing her pussy muscles and opening her jaw wide to make sure every part of her was ready for him.

She could live with that for now.  

Scott knew what his role was.

He was the man of the house. Several houses in fact. Husband to four beautiful wives. He ensured that their island nation ran smoothly and as a reward he had all sorts of pussy waiting for him. It was like he was forever at a buffet, able to pick what he wanted at any moment.

...except he was beginning to crave more already.

Mystique and Destiny didn't have roles.  

But having realized what was going on... they wanted some.