Jeans Dream (Part 2) Jeans Cuckold Dream

Jean Grey

When Dean had left the room so hastily, Jean was still lying on the couch for a long time, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts kept circling back to last night. She had indeed cheated on her husband. With a student. HER student. And if that wasn't bad enough, she had done it in front of Scott. She ran her hands through her hair and pedaled her legs. Finally, she rose and went to the gym and did a power workout. She tried to clear her head and yet, even after 4 hours of intense exercise, the only result was that she was completely exhausted. Completely sweaty, she stood on the treadmill and breathed heavily. A normal person would not have kept up this workload for half an hour, but like most mutants, Jean's physical performance was enhanced. She wasn't able to keep up with mutants like Logan or Colossus but most high-performance athletes would have trouble with her.

After a quick shower, she put on comfortable clothes and continued to try to distract herself. Oddly enough... she found it easier than it should have been. She tried to reassure herself that it hadn't really been cheating. Scott had been in the room with her. Besides, he had cheated on HER first. But whenever she reflected on her own thoughts, they sounded like hollow excuses. SHE had been the one who had given Dean a blowjob. SHE had been the one who had seduced him yesterday. SHE had been the one to use her powers against Scott.

Crying, she collapsed in the shower. What had she done? Why had she done that. After some time, she managed to calm down and went to the only person she could talk to about it. She still didn't dare to talk to Scott about it.

"Come in Jean." she heard Xavier's voice even before she knocked.

"Am I interrupting you Professor?" she asked after she opened the door and entered the room.

"You never disturb me, you know that. I sensed you weren't feeling well-.... Sit down while I make you some tea." Xavier smiled and rolled over to his little corner where he always had some tea.

"You know I could do that myself, Professor." Jean smiled and immediately felt much more secure. Xavier was the anchor in her life she needed. The father figure she had never had.

"You may be a powerful mutant, my dear, but your tea..."

"Tastes awful." completed Jean the sentence and they both had to laugh.

"So, Jean. What's on your mind?" smiled Xavier as he handed her the cup.

"I... cheated on Scott!" it finally burst out of her.

"Oh!" was all that escaped Xavier's lips. This was really unusual. The love triangle between Scott, Logan and Jean had been a thorn in his flesh for years. More than once he had to intervene when Scott and Logan were fighting again and Jean stood helplessly between them. Actually, the two were a great team and got along well, but Logan's feelings for Jean were a thorn in Scott's flesh.

"Not with Logan!" said Jean hastily and now the professor raised a brow and a long "OHHHHHHHHH" escaped him.

Dejected, Jean nodded and looked at the tea and then told him everything in great detail. No detail she hid from him. Again, she asked that he check her thoughts, this time even with Cerebro. Of course, he agreed and they both went to the chamber.

"If you want me to completely probe you.... it could hurt! Do you realize that?" he

asked anxiously and she nodded. Then she took a seat in front of him while he powered up Cerebro and put on his helmet. Thanks to the machine, it was easy for him to get into her mind. To flip each stone. The fact that she trusted him 100%, hid nothing from him and put up no barriers, made it unusually easy.

He found nothing unusual. Here and there where mental commands Dean had left in her mind. Some he had undone, but he could clearly see that they had once been there. He could still see active commands like that she loved to kiss him, that she enjoyed his hands on her breasts... all such things. Worse things like an attempted **** had been undone by the boy at the last moment, or prevented before it got out of control. Still, he had **** her to let him grope and kiss her.... Clearly her affection on young Mr. Wayne was a mental residual of those orders, but also a desire coming from her for more sexual openness.

Finally, he took off his helmet and smiled at her, and the most powerful telepath in the world didn't even notice that he himself had become a victim of Dean's abilities.

"No Jean. I have to disappoint you. I can't find anything in your mind that's unusual, except maybe... how you've been acting. Your intimate moments with Scott are certainly different." he sighed and took off his helmet. It wasn't the first time he had invaded her thoughts, always with her permission of course. Therefore, he also knew intimate moments of her, but she didn't mind. Things Dean changed in the thoughts of others were unimportant. They could be ignored from his point of view. "I rather think that you and Scott are ... not quite ... let's say."

"That we're having problems?" she asked softly.

"That doesn't have to scare you, Jean. You've been together as long as I've known you. You've both been involved from day one here, and you've gotten through everything together. Even Logan." he smirked.

"Especially Logan!" she nodded

"But I saw in your mind what you and Dean had." he noticed Jean blushed at that.

"I... acted like I was... Emma!"

"Ah! So that's where the problem lies. Jean. Tell me honestly. IS your love life with Scott fulfilling?"

"You read my mind!" said Jean evasively.

"Yes. But it's about you talking it out." he replied sympathetically.

"It's always been... beautiful... I never missed anything... But... with Dean it was somehow... different... more intense."

"Jean. I want you to understand this. I think you and Scott have a problem in your relationship. And now you've dragged poor Dean into it. It may have just been a slip, but... I think you and Scott need to have a serious talk. If you want, we can take a blood test to see if you have **** or **** in your system, but I don't think so. Even something like that would have shaken your mental stability."

"What am I going to do with Dean? What will he think of me now?" she sobbed.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

Sniffling, she nodded. "There's something about him that I find very alluring. And he's cultured, polite.... he's..."

"The way Scott used to be before I put this burden on all of you, isn't he?"

"It's not your fault, Professor!" she hastened to say, looking at him anxiously, but he only smiled and put his hand on her shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Jean. I know what I'm asking of all of you.... What I'm asking you to do... I took away your childhood and put..."

"Enough!" she grumbled, shaking her head vigorously. "I don't want to hear this, even from you! You are the reason each of us is happy here, why we were able to grow up! I won't tolerate anyone talking about you like that!" she continued energetically, waving her hands before Xavier smiled at her.

"Jean, the little tomboy!" he laughed, alluding to the young mutant who used to dash through the academy like a fury.

" I was until I learned to behave myself from you!" she smiled, calming down. "I'd like to ask that this stays between us for now. Until I've talked to everyone!"

"Of course, Jean. But there is one thing you should please keep in mind. Sometimes relationships change. Do what makes you happy. Not what's expected of you, yes?" he smiled and then felt Jean hug him and sniffle a thank you before she escaped from the chamber.

Xavier just shook his head in amusement. "They grow up so fast.... so... now how do I prevent Logan from killing the boy?" he thought aloud as he too rolled back upstairs. "He won't like that at all! But I'll worry about that after a cold shower!"

Jean, on the other hand, tried to distract herself some more. She tried to deal with Scott as if nothing had happened and didn't dare to visit Dean. Therefore, she asked him to tell him something. As soon as he left the apartment she lay down on the sofa. As soon as she lay there, her thoughts began to circle again. Right here she had done it with Dean. Another word simply did not want to come to her mind. It had not been sex. Not the kind of sex she had known all her life. Her thoughts kept circling back to that evening. In her mind she played it over and over again. She told herself that she did it to realize when she had lost control. But the truth was simpler and simpler.

It excited her.

The memory of how Dean's cock had pressed against her tongue in her mouth... how his rigid arousal tasted. The feeling against her lips as she sucked on him.

As she indulged in these thoughts, she sank into an aroused sleep and began to dream.

In her dream, she was in a restaurant and was celebrating her 10th wedding anniversary with Scott. They were both dressed festively and appropriately for the occasion. While Dean wore a fine black suit and the red glasses with it looked almost classy, Jean wore a skin-tight dress. The neckline, which was almost scandalously low by her standards, went almost to the navel and was held in place only by a few, intricately attached, laces. The long dress had a slit on the right side that went down to the waistline and revealed the sinful black strapless suspenders that beautifully matched the burgundy of the dress. Her makeup was clearly more inviting than usual and she enjoyed how the men in the room looked enviously at her husband, or voluptuously at her. For some reason, though, she enjoyed the looks the men gave her. She smiled at her husband, who must have noticed the looks, and gently put her hand on his.

But before she could say anything she felt a hand on her shoulder. A strong, powerful, warm and yet familiar hand. Curious, she turned her head to see who was touching her so boldly.

"Dean!" she said joyfully when she realized it was Dean standing behind her and smiling down at her. She stuck her chest right out to give him the best possible view of her cleavage. "What are you doing here?" she finally asked.

"I heard about your ten-year anniversary and thought I'd stop by and wish you luck." Dean smiled and then looked at Scott. "You have an incredible wife! Be proud!"

"Thank you, Dean!" grinned Scott, raising his glass. "To my wife!"

But just as Jean was about to reach for the glass, she felt Dean's hand move to her chin, turned her head slightly in his direction, and saw Dean lean down to her. His lips settled on hers and she closed her eyes as she fully surrendered to the kiss. She sighed as his lips broke away from hers and then looked reproachfully into his face.

"Dean! Don't. You know how much it embarrasses my husband!" she smiled and then looked to her husband across the table who had been watching stunned. The other guests also looked to them in bewilderment.

"Sorry, Jean." Smiled Dean confidently and Jean beamed at him.

"It's okay Dean...no need to be sorry." Replied Scott before his wife could say anything back.

"Thanks Scott..." replied Dean and stood behind his wife. With both hands he started massaging Jean's shoulders who immediately started sighing comfortably.

"Dean! You are a sweetheart. You always know exactly what I need!" at the words she closed her eyes and leaned his head against his body. "Honey. You don't mind if Dean gives me a little massage, do you?" at that her voice sounded dreamy.

"No... of course not honey...as long as you're okay..." sighed Scott, poking at his food. However, he also couldn't stop watching his wife being massaged by another man.

"Oh, you have nothing to be ashamed of! Dean is just a better kisser than you! And you know it!" she finally smiled.

"That doesn't mean he has to kiss you here does he honey?" asked Scott scowling but Jean smiled sweetly.

"I don't think so! Come on Dean! Won't you show my husband again how a real guy kisses a woman?"

Of course, Dean didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward and then forward to kiss Jean. Again, their lips met, but this kiss was significantly more lustful. Their lips danced together in desire and Jean felt her nipples harden and press against the fabric of the dress. The thought that everyone in the room could now see how this young man managed to arouse her with just a kiss was like pouring oil on the fire. That his hands brushed along her arms was just the icing on the cake. She finally lifted her hands and put them on Dean's neck, not wanting to let him go so quickly. The two kissed intimately and meanwhile their arms wandered over each other. During a small pause, Jean gasped and looked at her husband. He just couldn't look away as Jean and Dean kissed hotter and hotter.

"Mhm... honey! I love it when you stare like that... Tell me! Do you want him to kiss me again?" she breathed as Dean knelt behind her and pulled her red long hair over her shoulder so he could start kissing her neck. Again, Jean did not resist in the smallest. On the contrary. A lustful fire was just kindled in her. While her neck was being caressed by his lips, she felt a shiver throughout her body and her pussy was slowly getting hotter and wetter, she looked at her husband. The look on his face was extremely arousing. On the one hand, he did not want to admit that Jean wanted to kiss him again and yet he hung spellbound on the lips that made his wife moan. Jean didn't need any special skills anymore to recognize what Scott was looking at. It was as if she could see through the glasses.

"Dean... stop it. You know how embarrassed Scotty gets when he gets a hard-on watching you!" she said, slightly amused. That her husband turned bright red at those words turned her on even more. Just as he was about to say something back, Dean brought one of his hands to Jean's chest. Immediately she felt him squeeze it and a sharp, excited cry escaped her lips. Scott sprang up from his chair to confront Dean, but immediately his wife was glaring sternly at him. "Sit your ass back down right now! Don't you dare make a scene here!"

While Dean started massaging her chest, Scott sat back down with a red head and people could be heard giggling in the background. Jean, however, didn't care. She just enjoyed her lover fondling her breast, nibbling lightly on her ear and knowing exactly which buttons to push on her.

"OH Dean! You know how to turn me on! Oh... Mhm... have a little Mercy on my husband!" she moaned softly, and against her words, she literally pressed her breast against his hand.

"Why?" she finally heard him ask and she opened her eyes and stared at her husband.

"Because he always gets hard when he watches how much it turns me on when you kiss me, baby! His little cock gets hard just thinking about you fucking me. He usually jerks off right away and dreams of watching you fill me up from behind and make me scream. " She purred and put her hand on Dean's. Then she pulled it away from her chest and gave the back of her hand a kiss while looking at her husband and smiling.

"Oh...really...do you think his cock is hard now too? "Dean just grinned and then took his hands off her and pulled a chair over to the table while Jean nodded in amusement and sat down. "You don't mind if I join you for dinner, do you?"

Before Scott could say anything, Jean leaned over and stroked his thigh with one hand. "But of course, I don't! I'm so happy you're here!" she smiled, and as she licked her lips, her hand passed almost accidentally over the large bulge in Dean's pants. "Scott doesn't mind either, of course! He does know how much I appreciate your.... Presence... He knows how much I enjoy your... attention!" she said seductively, leaning over the table so that he had a perfect view of her cleavage. The fact that a good dozen other men also had at least a good view of her tits was an added kick. Mischievously she looked over at her husband and sighed.

Why couldn't her husband be more like Dean?

"I'm glad to hear that! Maybe all three of us can go somewhere together later!" smiled Dean, and this time Scott managed to answer before Jean did.

"We were actually going to retire to the bedroom afterwards to celebrate, if you know what I mean."

Den smiled understandingly toward Scott and then grinned wider and more voluptuously at Jean. "That's not a Problem, is it? I'm sure Jean won't mind if I ... join in the celebration.... Wouldn't you?"

Jean returned his grin now, too, and licked her red lips in demand. "Not at all Dean. I can't wait to celebrate with you! I love to party with you, you know that. But be careful... today is a special day, so I want to celebrate extra hard! But since it's our wedding anniversary, I'd love to have Scott watch!"

"JEAN!" boomed Scott.

"Yes, Scotty boy?" just smiled Jean, watching Scott look down at the floor, not daring to answer.

"Don't you want to see us kiss, too? How he sticks his tongue in my mouth and rips off my dress? Huh? Say it honey! Does the mighty Cyclops want to watch his wife kissing someone else?" amused Jean deliciously at his face and then felt Dean grab her forearm to pull her to him. She just managed to get up out of her chair and then half fell over him. But he hastily reached around her back and supported her. Finally, she sat sideways on his lap and stroked his hair.

"Looking forward to later, Dean?" she grinned, then turned so that she was sitting on him with her back to his chest. As she did so, she spread her legs a bit so that her right leg was completely exposed and her stockings were clearly visible. She enjoyed rubbing her butt lightly over his lap. She felt an urgent need to skip dinner and go straight to her room with Dean and Scott. She had imagined the evening differently, actually a nice romantic evening and following romantic night with Scott was planned, but she also knew that she could not resist Dean. His animalistic greed, his huge cock, the feeling of being fucked like a dirty whore. Her mouth literally watered as she thought about kneeling in front of him on the bed and sucking his thick cock hard again. Tasting her own juice and feeling his hammer get hard again. Her nipples had long since pressed against the dress in desire, begging to finally be devoured by Dean's lips. Her pussy burned in a desire that made it hard for her not to immediately ram a finger into her hungry hole.

"I can't wait!" he breathed in her ear before he began kissing her neck again. His hands reached around her and massaged her breasts harder now. She could feel his cock stiffening.

"Dean... leave... that!" she gasped as she felt his fingers find her hard nipples and tug lightly on them. She pressed her lips together and pressed harder against his hard member. Sliding a little... and a little spreading of her legs would do it... then he could unpack his cock and finally impale her craving cunt. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Her pussy was so wet that he would be able to ram his thick cock into her immediately.

"Honey...we're not alone!" warned Scott, only drawing an angry glare from Jean.

"Shut the fuck up Scott!" she gasped, feeling anger rising in her. Anger at this wimp of a husband. Anger that he wasn't capable of fucking her properly! That he couldn't do anything but the missionary position. That he didn't throw her on the bed and rip her clothes off! That he didn't cum in her pussy until his juice flowed out of her cunt.... But most of all she was angry that he wasn't Dean!

"Baby!" she finally gasped, looking to her lover behind her. "Can you hold out until later, or do you want me to...relax you a bit?"

"Mhm, I don't think I can hold it together that long." Dean smiled and eased off her tits.

Jean stood up lithely from his cock and turned to face him before getting down on her knees and disappearing under the table. Dean just grinned broadly and slid his chair closer to the table and grabbed a glass of wine.

"So, Scott... Cheers to your wedding day!" he just grinned while one could clearly hear a zipper being opened. Jean hadn't wasted a second under the table. The moment he had slid down she had unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. She didn't even bother to jerk him off a little, she was much too horny for that. She spread his legs immediately and bent under the table over his cock and licked it greedily. As soon as she felt his skin on her tongue she was intoxicated. She opened her lips and let him disappear between her red lips. Sucking and moving her head up and down she started to blow him. She could quickly feel him responding to her efforts and his cock sliding up and down her mouth. But even though all her desire was focused on that horny cock filling her mouth and throat.... she was still trying to listen to what was happening up there and what they were talking about. It turned her on so much that Dean was trying to have a normal conversation with Scott while he was short on words and short tempered. She even got a kick out of increasing the pressure and speed whenever Dean started to talk. She then listened with excitement as his voice cracked, shook and gasped so Scott knew exactly how horny she was sucking Dean's cock. He should know exactly how randy his Wife sucked his cock.

When she felt his cock about to explode, she was about to pull out, after all she wanted him to still be in full strength when he would fuck her later, but she had made the calculation without Dean. He reached under the table, searching her head and pressed her passionately and firmly on his cock. She felt him going deeper and deeper into her mouth, her throat, and she almost couldn't breathe. She rolled her eyes, convulsing briefly in panic as the redemptive orgasm filled her mouth. Immediately her resistance was gone. She swallowed and swallowed...not wanting to waste a drop.... She no longer needed a hand pushing her head down. On the contrary. She clutched his thighs with her hands and **** as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. She gasped, moaned and swallowed like a drowning woman, unable to breathe and swallow it all, but she didn't care about it all. Semen, Deans Cum was all she needed now, all she wanted now. She loved the feeling when his cock, his fuckhammer that always robbed her senses, exploded in her mouth. The feeling when her mouth filled with cum... the taste when she swallowed his juice.... and the sticky feeling when it flowed over her lips.... was on her tongue.

It took a few seconds for him to finally relax and for her to disengage from his cock. Closing her lips tightly and still keeping his juice in her mouth, she jerked a little over the smeared cock before slowly making her way back out from under the table. She grinned from ear to ear and looked a little puzzled as Dean stroked her lips with his finger, probably wiping away a trace of cum. Then he grinned at her. "Why don't you give your husband a kiss!"

Jean's grin grew even wider as she looked to her husband and walked at him like a wildcat, but Scott shook his head. Jean couldn't say anything at the moment and just looked at him. Telepathically, however, she said.

"If you want to watch him fuck me, you'll be a good box and kiss your wife now! Or you can sleep on the couch and just dream about what Dean will do to me and my cunt!"

He immediately closed his eyes and winced as a visible shiver flowed over his body. Jean, however, grabbed his cheeks with both hands and leaned over him. Her lips sought his and when he opened his lips to await her tongue, Jean simply stretched his head so that he looked up. As soon as her lips touched his she opened her mouth and let Dean's cum flow into his mouth. Only then did her tongue follow and give him a hot French kiss. Scott was unable to kiss her the way Dean did, but the taste of his juice was all Jean needed to get in the mood. Therefore, the kiss Scott received was unusually greedy, demanding and ravenous.

Dean, on the other hand, just grinned broadly, put his hands on her ass, and looked at Scott. "Well Scott? Wasn't that delicious? I can't wait for us to celebrate together! Then maybe your wife will give you some dessert! Mhmm... Jean! That was pretty hot!" he said ambiguously and started to knead her ass hard and demanding. Since he hadn't had time to repack his cock yet, it stood out between their bodies like a beacon and Jean moved her pelvis slightly as she looked at the waiter.

"My friend and I will have a red wine! For my husband, he only gets one big glass to shoot his cum into. No more drinks for him otherwise!" she said, grabbing her temple briefly. {You want to do what I tell you and not wonder about it!]

"Does he need a big glass, or will something small do?" the young, dark-haired waiter asked politely and obligingly.

"Oh. I think my poor husband will need a big glass! You must know... I'm a pretty bad wife!" she grinned. "I'd rather be fucked by my beloved Dean and have my cunt sprayed full of his juice than fuck him. He's nice now and then, but he has no idea what a woman really needs!"

At this, Jean reached between her legs and grasped Dean's cock with her right hand. Slowly she jerked him off and gave Dean another long kiss while the waiter went off to get red wine. Shortly after he came back and started pouring the glasses for Jean and Dean. As he did so, Jean smiled happily and toasted Dean and took a sip, only to stand up afterwards.

Then she moved forward slightly so that his cock disappeared directly between her legs under the fabric and dropped slightly. Immediately Dean grabbed onto his thick cock and directed it right to her hot pussy.

Scott stared helplessly, aroused and horrified at his wife sliding her cunt onto Dean's huge cock in the middle of the restaurant. Try as he might to deny it, he could feel his own cock getting hard. Surely, they would be kissing again soon...and he would be spurting all over her cunt. He hated it... and yet... there was nothing that made him hornier.

Immediately her face contorted into a lecherous grimace as she felt her cunt widened by Dean's cock and he penetrated her deeper than Scott ever could. She had to take a deep breath and bit her lower lip seductively while Dean now grabbed her in such a way that he lifted her again and again and let her sink on top of him. Shortly Jean even forgot that the waiter was still standing next to her and then opened her eyes. She had a lustful, greedy look and leaned back to feel Dean even deeper inside her. That the waiter could stare at her tits was not only indifferent to her, no she even provoked it. That the dress now had no chance to hide her hard nipples had hardly escaped the young man. She leaned back enough to rest her elbows on the table and began to move her pelvis in circular motions on Dean's cock.

"They don't look that bad!" the waiter smiled bravely and also disinhibited by Jean's powers.

"Uhm.... thank you... very... say... say... are you also... married?" gasped Jean lustfully, pointing to the ring on the waiter's hand. A quick glance at Scott made her realize that her words only humiliated him more, which in turn made her horny.

"Indeed, I am!"

"Happy?" gasped Jean as she licked her lips and undressed him with her eyes.

"Very happy, indeed. My wife just gives me everything and I love her more than anything."

Jean smiled to Dean and moved her pelvis up and down harder, clearly hearing his body slam against hers. "Honey! Are you enjoying this evening as much as I am?" she moaned and looked briefly at Scott who nodded sheepishly, but couldn't look away as his wife was being fucked by another guy. Jean just smiled and kept looking at Scott's glasses. As she did so she moaned more uninhibitedly now and rammed her pelvis on Dean's. "OHHH yeah... Dean... shit! THAT'S AWESOME!... ohhhh honey... this... is... sooooooooooo a glorious Event! I arghhh yesaaa Dean fuck my tight horny CUNT you beast! The... waiter deserves a reward!" she gasped, looking to Dean to see if he agreed. She didn't really care at all about her husband's opinion.

"Oh. Thank you." Smiled the waiter who must have been thinking of some kind of tip.

"What's your name, sweetie?" gasped Jean, struggling to **** words out she was so horny right now.

"Sebastian is my name."

"Be so good and ... Ohhhh FUCKKK Dean... you are tearing me apart.... arghhh... give my husband the glass please!" was all Jean could bring herself to say as Dean now started to move himself, ramming his cock into her pussy. She gasped violently with each thrust, reared up, felt her tits bouncing in the dress and tossed her head back and forth. She was only half aware of the waiter filling her glasses and Scott setting down an empty wine glass.

"Here you go sir."

"Thank you!" said Scott submissively, and Jean turned her head to them both and grinned.

"OH, stay a little longer...here...Sebastian...tell me...are you faithful to your wife?" she gasped and the waiter smiled politely.

"We are absolutely faithful to each other and...."

Jean just couldn't help herself and raised a finger to her temple and the poor waiter paused mid-sentence and smiled at her.

{You think it's randy to fuck me in front of my husband! Prove to him what a hot stud you are and fuck the shit out of me together with my lover!"

" Well not every woman can have a limp dick like you!" Sebastian said suddenly, staring contemptuously at Scott who was avoiding his gaze. "If you were my bitch you wouldn't have to let another guy fuck you!"

"Uhhhaaa." moaned Jean just nodding as she looked to Scott. "Be a good boy.... fill that glass up!!! And you..." looked to the waiter and grinned. "Mhmm... do you have more than just a big mouth or do you have the dick necessary for it?" she gasped and Dean and Jean both moved a little slower now so they could take advantage of the new situation.

"So, one cock isn't enough for you slut?" he said as he opened his pants and a stiff, thick cock shot out towards her. Since it was Jean's dream the cock in front of her reminded her incredibly of Dean's huge dick and immediately, she grabbed it and jerked it off. "SO, you fucking loser! About time your wife got 2 real cocks mh?" he laughed to Scott.

"OH yeah you two! About time you showed my husband how to treat a woman!" she gasped as the waiter grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to his cock.

"Then show the bum what a horny cocksucker you are! YAAA go suck my dick while your lover fucks your cunt!" the waiter moaned lustfully and Jean was in heaven. She saw Scott's hands move under the table and with one impulse the whole table and everything on it flew across the room so that everyone could see Scott jerking off. But Jean didn't care at all. She enjoyed having both holes full and after a while turned on Dean. She sat wide-legged with her back on him and let him enter her again while she had the waiter standing in front of her. Greedily she mashed his balls and fervently gave him the blowjob he so desperately needed.

Scott, on the other hand, just sat there... with his legs spread wide, jerking his cock with both hands and with each climax the wine glass filled up while his wife gave it to the two men.

"Hey buddy! Your bitch has a real talent for sucking cock!" she heard Sebastian moan as he grabbed her hair and then fucked her mouth.

"Oh yeah! Jean is the best! No one fucks better than her!" panted Dean loudly, and Jean felt prouder than ever in her life.

"And hot tits that bitch has!"

"Wait till your cock is between them!" laughed Dean and Jean straightened up and jerked Sebastian's cock with one hand. She suddenly moved slowly and gyrated on Dean's cock and turned her head toward him. Seeking his lips, the two kissed greedily and then she looked to Scott.

"Hey, limp dick! Stop jerking your pathetic cock! My new lover wants to fuck my tits! COME HERE AND SHOW HIM MY BOOBS!!!"

Scott winced violently and it was almost impossible for him to let go of his cock but he just couldn't help it. He stood up... walked over to his wife and started undoing the laces on her dress.

"Idiot!" Sebastian just moaned, pushed him aside and tore Jean's dress. She cried out in horniness as her tits came free and she more than enjoyed the wildness and greed of this young guy. He was so terribly like Dean. His cock, his face. Just everything about him was like her sweetheart.

"OH YES! Baby! Now those are some hot titties!" gasped Sebastian and immediately Jean tightened her grip on his cock.

"Less talking...argh...more...tits...fucking!"

Immediately he came closer and as she bobbed up and down on Dean's cock, she squeezed her tits tighter around Sebastian's hard member. Scott had returned to his chair and was jerking off hard. He saw exactly how Dean's cock stretched Jean's cunt and how her wonderful tits pressed around Sebastian's strap. He hardly noticed that the glass he held in front of his cock kept filling with his cum and Jean eventually stood up...... pushed both of them away from him and then lay down on the floor. The two men knelt down next to her head and immediately she grabbed them again. She pulled them both by their cocks to her and now blew them both the tail until they threatened to drown in a torrent of cum.

Without realizing it, her thoughts expanded in the real world and searched for the man who gave her this greed. Without that she consciously perceived it penetrated into his dream. A wave of ecstasy literally flooded Dean's mind.