'Someone has been busy.'
Scott frowned as he shut the door to his house, brow furrowed at the strange way Jean greeted him. It wasn't that unusual for Jean to greet him telepathically if she were in the middle of something but honestly over the last few weeks he had gotten used to her waiting for him... in various states of undress.
'Oh, is that what you want?' she sent into his mind as he kicked off his shoes. 'For the little wifey poo to be waiting for you at the door with a beer in one hand and the other ready for your cock? I must admit I do love the idea... but I think its best we discuss a few things first.'
'Okay then,' Scott sent back, wondering just what Jean was getting at. 'What do you want to discuss?'
'Which of your whores is the most creative?' Jean asked him, causing him to stop short. 'Mystique? That is the easy money bet, she is a freak amongst freaks, but I always got the sense she was a prude in the sack. Why she couldn't get a man to stick around for long. Irene maybe? Or perhaps Anna? Allison? Ororo? I know Ororo is a kinky bitch...'
'You know,' Scott thought back, not bothering to deny it. While in the past he might have tried to deny or plead for forgiveness now he didn't feel the urge to do either. There was no need.
(He had no way of knowing the reason why he felt that way was because of Jean meddling with his brain, boosting his confidence and ego to make him the perfect cheating stud)
'I do,' Jean told him. 'Six wives. A girl would be jealous but considering all the changes your wives had made in you its a wonder you haven't been reduced to having every woman on the island line up and service you like a constant Merry-Go-Fuck.' Her mental laughter filled his head as he continued to walk through their home. 'You do realize none of this was an accident, right? Ororo wanted you nice and plump. Anna Marie wanted you super strong. Allison and Ravan and Irene haven't come up with any ideas yet but I'm sure they'll put their heads together and figure out more changes to make to everyone.'
She paused.
'And Jean, as always, wanted your cock.'
Scott at once realized just who he was mentally talking to. "Phoenix," he whispered.
"In the flesh," the woman said, stepping around the corner completely naked, playing with one of her bloated nipples. "Now... I know what you are thinking, Scott. "Oh, I must save poor Jean! Free her from this monster!". All good thoughts. Good husbandly thoughts." She walked up to him and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "But... you aren't a good husband at all, are you? No... you are a bad husband. A naughty little cheat who is fucking Jean's friends behind her back. Not just because they arose you... but because you LOVE the fact that you are cheating on her. It makes you so fucking hard to know she is clueless to it all."
Phoenix leaned in, nibbling on his ear lobe before whispering softly to him, "And what would be the best way to cheat on her... then to fuck her body while her mind is locked away, none the wiser?"
Scott swallowed as she began to stroke him.
"Come on... what do you say?"
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