Ethan doesn't miss Jean Grey

Jean Grey was having difficulty focusing. Earth-shatteringly orgasms will do that. It didn’t help that there were a bunch of minds surrounding her including her husband also battering her mental shields with their pleasure.

The trembling aftershocks of the best climax of her life were just passing when she became aware of Ethan’s mental presence and she looked up. Right into the teenager’s massively fat flaccid penis hanging out the fly of his jeans. Even soft it greatly outclassed Scott’s size hard and Jean felt a wave of arousal pass through her body. A rose-tinted image of it appeared in her mind and she knew her husband was looking at it too and getting turned on.

“Holy shit you’re beautiful!” Ethan gushed as he squatted down. Jean stared at his cock as it made full contact with the floor, the shaft fully bending into an L to accommodate his length. “And those boobs-wow- I’m going to grab them and you’re okay with that.”

She really was and she smiled at him, “Sure, my name is Jean Grey.” she said in order to start building a report him, “Ah. That feels nice.” And it did. His touch was gentle on her breasts, at times pleasantly firm as his fingers pressed and massaged her sensitive mounds.

He smirked cockily, “Cool.” Then he nodded at Scott, “I see a ring. He your husband?”

She nodded and twitched, squeaking slightly as he tugged at her hardened nipple, “Ye-ES! He is. Th-ah This is Scott.”

“Awesome. Means you're both super good subjects.” A surface dip of his thoughts told her that he believed the difference in size between his penis and Scott’s somehow made his power stronger. She only gave half her attention to what he was telling her husband as she sought out the limitations and capabilities of his power as he knew them.

“Okay, first of all, guy- you won't ever try to hurt me. Second, getting me to fuck your wife is now your number one priority. Hmm… oh! You want to generally help me out and be my friend cause I might be willing to hook you up with more super orgasms. Think these are your own thoughts too, man.”

Jean only just started to realize she needed to shut Ethan up when he started speaking to her,
“And you, sweet thing? Let’s see...you find me just so utterly charming that against your better judgement, you’ll let me get away with whatever naughty perverted thing I have in mind.”

God. What Ethan had done to Scott was just so… wrong. But it was hard to really be mad about it. Ethan just had this presence about him that she felt herself naturally respond to.

Ethan stood up, stuffed his penis back into his pants and zipped up. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable. It looked like he had a gun stuffed in his crotch, “So anyway. I’m Ethan and I was thinking about hitting up the food court. You guys seem pretty cool. Want to come with?”
Scott stood up. Jean was just as aware of the sticky extremely uncomfortably damp mess his slacks and underwear were but he ignored it, “That sounds good, Ethan. We’ll even pay for it.”

She took her husband’s offered hand and got to her feet. She also closed her blouse and collected up her bra. Jean made a little sound of surprise when Ethan snatched it out of her hand and thrust it at Scott, “Hey buddy, keep a hold of this for her. You don’t think Jean needs one, do you?”

Scott grinned good-naturedly, “Nah, her breasts are too beautiful to be contained.”

“You’ve got that right.” Ethan remarked as he slipped an arm around her lower back possessively as they all began to walk to one of the clusters of restaurants that dotted the airport.

‘This is perfect’ Scott thought at her, ‘Now we can just bring up the invitation to the mansion naturally during conversation.’

Jean started to cast a thought when Ethan deftly unsnapped the top two buttons of her blouse with one hand. He then dug his hand inside, squeezing and gently slapping her very sizeable mammaries. Ooohh… She really should do something- put a stop to this… but she didn’t really want to. Ethan definitely had that bad boy quality that was ever her weakness.

‘You do realize he intends to use his power to have sex with me right, Scott?’

‘Hmm...that would be an excellent excuse to get him to a more secure location like a hotel room. We could present ourselves as swingers’

Jean knew exactly what her husband was thinking about. She could see it in his mind. Her naked sweaty body getting drilled from behind by Ethan’s massive cock. She really should fix her Scott’s mind, change him back but it was soo hard. What Ethan had done was so...bad...so naughty….so hot. Making her husband actively work to get his wife porked by that fat prick… God, she was going to let him get away with it, wasn’t she?