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Chapter 32 by Cross C Cross C

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Dean's Indecent Proposal

The meal was delicious and the company was pleasant. It certainly didn't hurt that Jean was happy to flirt with me and Scott didn't mind. Eventually, Scott moved off to the small kitchenette to wash dishes and I took the opportunity to bend over Jean and kiss her, my hand slipping down to caress her big breast.

"That's the kind of kiss I like." She purred and I laughed as I felt one of her hands settle into a comforting hold upon my bulging groin, letting her continue.

After a moment I pulled back and looked down at her flushed face.

"What would you say if we..." I whispered huskily.

"Are you thinking about doing some dirty stuff Dean?" Asked Jean with a wicked tone and a gleam in her eyes, "You know my husband's just in the other room..."

I cupped her hot groin through her pants, "Well, I was thinking about including him. Seems only fair after that one night except it'd be the reverse this time. Plus it's another chance to practice my powers on him. Will you let me?"

Jean sighed happily and looked into my eyes and then nodded.

"I will." She smiled and then kissed me again.

Afterwards, I grinned, "Alright then. Why don't you change into something sexy you bought for Scott while I go convince him to play ball?" I suggested and Jean smiled widely.

"Sounds like fun." She replied and I winked at her as I got up and headed into the kitchen.

Scott's back was to me as he stood at the sink washing dishes, even in casual t-shirt and jeans his broad musculature was on display and mildly intimidating. I'd seen his piece though and I took solace from the knowledge that I was better hung and that both his would-be lovers, Jean and Emma, were thoroughly aware of this fact. Oh and not to mention that I had the power and freedom to influence his thoughts and actions with my suggestions. So I stepped up beside him and grabbed a hand towel to help dry some of the dishes he'd placed in the drying rack.

He turned his ruby-tinted gaze my way, "What's this? You tore yourself away from the company of my beautiful wife to help out with the chores? I applaud your manners but I can't say I'd have made the same choice at your age."

"Eh..." I shrugged, "My motives aren't pure. I actually wanted to ask you something..." I gestured with my open hands to indicate I wasn't trying to influence him which was a lie but he knew Jean was supposed to be protecting him from immoral uses of my power, so he
nodded slowly.

"Okay, well I was wondering- well, first, Scott, please do me the favor of listening to what I have to say carefully and calmly and at the end, go ahead and agree to my proposal, okay? And I'd love it if my request actually aroused you and made you pretty excited, could you do that for me too?"

"Okay...sure. Whatever you want Dean."

More than a bit disturbingly, I felt a thrill of arousal pulse through me at this bland statement of agreement to my totally unreasonable request. The fact that I was beginning to sport a pretty significant tent in my pants made me feel more than a bit uncomfortable given that my next words would see Scott growing a similar situation.

"Great. Thanks Scott."

"Of course Dean. Are you going to tell me whatever it is you wanted me to listen to?"

"Uh yes, of course. Well, the truth is over the last few weeks I've grown really close to Jean and I have found myself falling in love with her. It may seem silly but I know it's real love. I know you guys are married but I think you're a pretty cool guy and I'd love it if you'd share her body with me. What do you say?"

"Dean, that's not-"

"I understand it may seem rather stupid of me to ask you this. But please...just consider it." I said quickly, "Come on, be honest, please! Haven't you ever considered having a threesome with her?"

"Dean."

Scott stopped washing and turned to face me. He was silent for a moment before sighing and admitting, "Well, yes, I have..."

I grinned and slapped his thickly muscled arm, "Yea? Who with? Tell me!"

Scott was silent for a moment, clearing making use of those ruby-tinted shades to avoid meeting my eyes before he finally said, "Logan- Wolverine.

My eyebrows shot up, "What?! Really?! Aren't you guys like major league frenemies? Why him? He's like a hairy beast-man-"

The taller man snorted, "He's also the kind of guy that women fall all over themselves for, and Jean, as much as she may try to hide it, is no exception. He has a different woman in his room each night, he's bedded half the super-heroines I know, I think every girl in this school has a crush on him, and oh yea, he's hung like a horse!"

"Woah..." I mumbled. I had not known that. And Jean had the hots for this dude? How hadn't I picked up on that by now? I was suddenly feeling intensely jealous, far more so than with just the fact that she was with Scott and fucked him occasionally. The idea that she had this intense attraction towards Wolverine and his manliness, and I was somehow excluded made me feel bitter inside. I didn't know why.

A weird thought popped into my head that almost completely ameliorate my angst. Wasn't Laura a freakin clone of Wolverine? And Emma had brain-washed her into thinking she was my own personal cum-dump... I suddenly very much wanted to follow up on that...

I shook my head and pushed the disturbing thought from my mind.

I cocked my head at Scott, "And how do you know he's hung like a horse?"

"Well besides the rumors that fly freely around this place?" Scott added wryly, "I've seen him naked half a dozen times when he barbarian charges into some overpowered villain's **** ray or explosive power destroying all his clothing and... other parts. I've seen that part grow back from nothing." Even as he shuddered, he admitted, "It's... impressive..."

I didn't know how to respond to that, my eyes wide. "Uh... okay. Well, sweet then. I've kind of got a big dick too, so... you want to let me fuck your wife?" I turned and gestured at my groin where the unmistakable shape of my fully erect penis revealed its full size across the front of my bulging pants.

"Why not? If she'll let you."

I chuckled softly, "Yeah... she most definitely will."

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