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Teaching Jean

 

               Jean?shands flew over her mouth and tears filled her eyes.

               Shehad been shielded when she opened the door to hers and Scott?s bedroom, soshe hadn?t known there was anyone else in the room until she opened the door.She stood, rooted to the spot, as the tangle of arms and legs in her and Scott?sbed unraveled, and resolved into two women plus her beloved husband. Betsyand Emma.

               Scottlooked slightly ashamed. His two companions, however, felt no such thing. ?Hello,? Emmapurred, looking at Jean standing in the doorway and sitting up in bed, ?Cometo join the fun?? The sheet fell off her white shoulders and pooled betweenher thighs, exposing her large, full, perfect breasts. She didn?t bother topull the sheet back up.

               Jeanwent bright red. ?Uh?.I?m?I?m?I?ll wait till later?? And she was about to turnaway when Betsy, on Scott?s right, said, ?You know, Emma, I think you?re right.Jean?s too much of a prude for Scott. It?s a wonder she?s not frigid.?

               ?Ormaybe she is, and she?s been faking it all this time with you, hey Scott??

               Jeanturned back to the door, eyes flashing angrily. ?I am not frigid. And my?our?love?lifeis just fine, thank you!?

               ?Sexlife, Jean,ma dma drawled as she leaned backward in bed. Those perfect breastspoked up higher. ?Say it. ?Our sex life?.?

               Jeanstared at her, and didn?t say a word. Emma laughed. ?Oh, Jean. And you wonderwhy Scott keeps coming to one of us.?

               ?Why?? Jeanfinally addressed Scott directly, tears spilling down her cheeks. ?Why areyou doing this? Is it something I?m doing wrong? Am I not pleasing you anymore?What??

               ?Jean?sweetheart?? Scottgot no further. Betsy cut him off.

               ?Jean,look. You?re sweet and all, and Scott?s delighted with the sex?when he?s inthe mood. Scott likes to be in control, Jean. And how do you think a guy wholikes to be in control feels when his wife tells him she?s not in the moodand wants to be left alone? And there are things Scott likes that you?ve refusedto do, and that puts him off you too.?

               Jeanwalked in and shut the door, before anyone else walked by and saw what wasgoing on in the room. ?What do you want to do that I won?t do, Scott? Pleasetell me. What have I not done??

               Emmasighed and got out of bed, as did Betsy and Scott. Scott went over to Jean. ?Ilove you, sweetheart,? he said. ?But you?ve set limits on what we do in bed,and after a while it gets?boring.?

               Jeanlooked past him to Emma and Betsy. ?What do you do with them that you can?tdo with me?? she whispered. Scott flushed and looked slightly embarrassed.

               ?Allkinds of things,? Emma finally answered her. ?Anal, for one. You ever let himup your ass?? Jean turned a deeper shade of red at the crude term, and Emmagrinned. ?Scott loves that. And he loves it when we talk dirty.? Jean stolea quick look down at Scott. Sure enough, ?Little Scott? was standing at attention.

               ?Oral,? Betsysaid thoughtfully. ?And of course, a littoughough play does things for himtoo. Oh, Scott, did you ever get that belt, that real thick one, that you wantedto get the other day??

               Jeanlooked at him. ?I do like those things, Jean,? Scott said finally, quietly. ?Ijack off sometimes thinking about hitting your ass?your bottom?with one ofmy belts.?

               ?Ass,Scott. Go ahead and offend her delicate sensibilities. Maybe she?ll realizehow much fun can be had once you both have progressed past the ?missionary-style-in-the-dark? stage.? Betsygrinned. ?Hey, wanna try it??

               Jeanbit her lip. ?I don?t know,? she whispered. ?I don?t know how.?

               ?Hey,we?ll teach you, right, Emma?? Betsy grinned. ?Come Jea Jean. Shed the clothes.?

               Jeanslowly started to step out of her clothes.

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               ?Okay.First thing we?re going to work on is oral. Get on your knees between Scott?slegs, Jean.? Jean went to her knees between Scott?s thighs and stared at hiscock, inches in front of her face. She had slept with him for years, and yet,from this viewpoint, it looked like a foreign, alien thing to her. She hesitantlylicked it.

               ?Oh,not like that,? Emma said crossly. ?Come on. Open your mouth really wide, andtake all of him. Here, out of the way, I?ll show you.? Jeanotedoted backwardand Emma took her place. She went down on Scott?s cock, licking and sucking,and Scott?s head went all the way back as he moaned in pleasure. Jean heardit. It had been a long time since she?d been able to wring sounds like thatfrom her husband.

               ?That?show,? Emma said, getting up. ?So give that a shot. Open wide?remember, Scott?spretty big---and take him all the way in.? Jean did so, but found her mouthwasn?t big enough to take all of him in. How had Emma done it?

               ?Whenyou feel his head hit the back of your throat, swallow,? Emma directed. Jeantried, but the alien sensation was too much, and she couldn?t get it down. ?Ican?t,? she said, sitting back.

               ?Sureyou can. I did.? Emma sighed. ?Betsy can. We all can, Jean, you just have toforget about what you feel like and concentrate on bringing your partner pleasure.You do want to make Scott happy, right??

               ?Morethan anything,? Jean whispered, and tried again. This time, though, when ithit he back of her throat she swallowed at the wrong time and gagged. She choked,tears filling her eyes, as Scott leaned forward. ?Sweetheart, are you okay??

               Betsysighed. ?We?re never going to get anywhere at this rate.?

               ?Yeahwe will,? Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room toget when Jean had stripped. ?Jean. We haven?t got all day. Open your throatand take it all in.? She punctuated her words with a smack of the belt againstJean?s ass.

               Jeanhad just taken Scott in her mouth for another try when the belt struck herbutt. She yelped, swallowing involuntarily with the pain, and then froze asScott?s cock slid all the way down her throat. She had done it.

               ?See,I told you we?ll get somewhere. All right, Jean. As soon as you?ve adjustedto the feel of his cock in your throat, take it out and do it again.?

               Jeanclosed her eyes. It wasn?t an unpleasant sensation?just an odd one. She cautiouslywithdrew, then tried again. Again she choked. When she withdrew, Emma tooka handful of her hair and guided her head down on Scott?s crotch, then smackedher sharply with the belt. When Jean?s throat opened to cry out, the cock slidin. Emma held onto Jean?s hair, guiding her head back and forth, punctuatingthe movement with slaps from the belt, until Jean?s head began moving on itsown. Then she stopped.

               Jeanwas concentrating on the job she was doing on Scott?s cock, and on the belthitting her ass repeatedly. When Emma stopped, she was mildly surprised tofind out that Scott was moaning in pleasure from what her mouth was doing andshe was also wet. She could feel the slickness gathering on her labia fromhearing Scott moan. She began to experiment, moving her tongue around as shewas going down and coming out, and was rewarded by Scott?s moans doubling involume until he started gasping. His cock stiffened. ?I?m?going?to?cum?? hegasped. ?Jean, I want to see you?swallow??

               Swallow?She was supposed to?she couldn?t?and then his cock stiffened, and then exploded.Jean, surprised, started to choke and gag on the thick, bitter, creamy stufffilling her mouth and throat, and pulled off his cock as she spluttered. Cumtrickled from her lips and mouth, to drip onto the tops of her creamy breasts.

               Emmasighed and crouched in front of her. ?You were told to swallow by your husband,? shesaid. ?Why didn?t you??

               ?I?ittasted funny,? Jean said, suddenly feeling like a child being chastised fornot obeying a parent. ?I didn?t like it.?

               Betsysighed. ?Think we need to teach her that Scott?s happiness is more important??

               ?Yes,I think we do,? Emma said. ?It?ll give Scott some time to get it back up.? Bothwomen surveyed Scott?s wilted, limp penis, and nodded.

               Betsytook the belt from Emma and leaned over Jean. ?Scott?s pleasure should alwaysbe your first concern,? she said firmly. ?Especially in bed. Your pleasure,or what you like of don?t like, should never be the first thing on your mind.Repeat that.?

               ?Scott?spleasure should always come first,? Jean said.

               Betsynodded. ?Good. All right, now, because you disobeyed him, you need to be punished.Scott, how many should we give her??

               Scottsat up. ?Can I do it?? he asked. Betsy grinned and handed him the belt.

               ?Jean.Get up. Bend over the foot of the bed.?

               Jeandid so, trembling a little. She felt humiliated, bent over like this, her assupthrust to him, and Emma and Betsy watching. But it was also thrilling, anda bit erotic.

               Scottstudied the slightly reddened buttocks presented to him. Emma hadn?t hit Jeanhard; the skin was only lightly pink. He said aloud, ?Twenty, then. And Jean?I want you to repeat the lesson you just learned after every stroke.?

               Jeansucked in a breath; he could see her ribs expand with the breath, but she saidnothing, just nodded. Her hands clenched in the rumpled bedcovers, then suddenly,she said, ?I disobeyed you, and I was bad. Please teach me how wrong I was.?

               Scott?seyes widened, and he sucked in a breath. Over Jean?s bowed back, Betsy andEmma winked at each other. Scott raised the thin belt, then brought it downon Jean?s ass with a soft thwack.

               Jeangasped. Her fists clenched in the covers. Her ass cheeks tensed. Then she said, ?Yourpleasure should always come first.?

               ?Thatwasn?t nearly hard enough,? Emma said. ?Come on, Scott, what about that fantasyyou told me about, where Jean?s?? Scott silenced her with a look and raisedthe belt again.

               Jeanwas frozen in shock, and barely felt the next stroke. Scott had told Emma someof the fantasies he had about her? Why had he never told her? Because you?retoo much of a prude to listen, her own mind answered her. Emma and Betsyare right. You can?t please Scott, really please him the way they can. Youdon?t deserve him.

               Thepang that thought caused her made tears spring to her eyes. ?Your pleasureshould come first, Scott.? she said in response to the last blAs hAs he raisedthe belt again, she lifted her head. ?Harder, Scott. Emma and Betsy are right,I am selfish. I don?t deserve you. You?ve been more than patient over the yearswith my?inadequacies. Hit me harder. I need to be punished for my selfishness.?

               Thenext blow made her gasp. Scott had just been tapping before; this was harder.The next one was harder yet. As the strokes went on and her ass slowly turneda dark pink, her cries became sharper, louder. When Scott finally tossed thebelt down on the bed after the twentieth stroke, Jean fell to her knees athis feet and took his stiffening cock in her mouth. This time she had no problemdeep-throating it.

               Itwas too soon for Scott to cum, of course; but the feel of his wife?s moutharound him after so long fantasizing about what it would feel like got himhard, and finally he did manage to get a little out into her mouth. Immediatelyafterward, his cock softened, but Jean spent some time licking off her ownspit and droll from his penis before she let him slide gently from her mouth.She remained kneeling at his feet, however, in an unconsciously submissiveposture that made his mind run wild with thoughts of what he wanted to do withher.

               ?Well.? Emmasaid after Jean finished. ?Looks like she just need to be shown what to do.She?s a natural cocksucker.? She got off the bed. ?Next lesson: anal. Scottloves this, Jean.?

               Jeansucked in a breath. ?I?m scared,? she said softly. ?He?s so big?the first time?Scott,it felt like you were splitting me open. The pain didn?t last long?but it hurtso much for the short time it did last. How much is this going to hurt??

               Scottlooked at Jean. ?Maybe we should wait on this lesson, Emma??

               Jeanshook her head vehemently. ?No I want to learn this. I?m just?I don?t knowhow much this is going to hurt.? Images of her own asshole, torn because Scottwas too big, crossed her mind, and she shuddered.

               Emma,seeing that Jean really was scared, softened her tone. ?We?ll try not to makeit hurt too much. We?ll just stretch you out for now; Scott can take it fromthere afterward.? She reached for the bag Betsy had gone to get from her roomand took out lubricant and several butt plugs and anal dildos, all in differentsizes. Some were small, some were larger. All of them looked terrifying toJean, who was a complete virgin back there.

               ?We?llstart small,? Betsy said. ?Anal is an acquired taste, and you may discoveryou don?t like it, But you should still experience it.? She pulled on somelatex gloves, squeezed lubricant on her fingers and reached behind Jean. ?Haveyou ?gone? today?? she asked. ?If not, we might have to give you an enema toclean you out.? Her gloved fingers pressed against the tiny pinkish-brown puckerof Jean?s anus.

               Jeangasped with the sensation. Betsy?s long fingers probed for a time, feelingaround, then said to Emma. ?She?s good. Do we still want to clean her out,though??

               ?Yes,? Emmasaid, taking a rubber bag and some rubber tubing from the bag and handing itto Betsy. ?Take her into the bathroom while I get things set up here.?

               Itwas the oddest thing, bending over as Betsy pressed the nozzle of the enemabag into her asshole. Jean gasped as the lubricated tip slid in. It wasn?tlarge enough to hurt; but it definitely felt odd having something back there.Betsy opened the valve on the tubing and said, ?Stay bent over. Gravity willpull the water further into your bowels and do a better job cleaning you out.?

               Jeankept her eyes glued to the bag as the water started to drain into her. Thebag was half-empty when she started feeling the urge to expel the water, butwhen she asked, Betsy shook her head. ?Not yet. Jean, the water in your asswill spread your rectal walls, and when we get you stretched out and Scottdoes go in, it?ll be easier.? She waited until the bag was empty and Jean wasgasping and whimpering with the need to relieve herself, then she reached back. ?Tightenup as I remove the nozzle,? she said, ?You don?t want to get all that waterall over the floor.? Jean tightened as much as she could, despite the intensecramping in her bowels, and as Betsy took the nozzle out she sat down on thetoilet and sighed as her body emptied. It was intensely humiliating, doingwhat she normally considered private business in front of Betsy, but the otherwoman ignored her and went about cleaning up as if it were the most naturalthing in the world.

               Theyfinally exited the bathroom, Betsy coiling the tubing up, and she directedJean to the bed as she put the enema equipment back in the bag. Scott tookup the smallest plug, which still looked big to Jean, and lubed it up as theother two women pulled on gloves. ?Relax,? Emma told her as she positionedthe tip of the plug against Jean?s tensing anal opening. ?If you relax it goesin easier.? And she started to insert the plug.

               Itwas fully in only seconds later, but it felt like an eternity to Jean, whogritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Emma gave her a few minutes toadjust to it, while Scott cupped Jean?s face in his hands and whispered sweetendearments to her. When Jean finally stopped shuddering and released the fistfulsof bedcovers, Emma reached for the plug and pulled it partway out. Jean gasped,her body going rigid, but made no other noise as Emma gently re-inserted it.She and Emma took turns twisting and playing with it, until its insertion didn?teven bring a blink from Jean. ?Ready for the next size,? Betsy said finally.Jean stared as they put it down on a towel, to be cleaned and sterilized later.It still looked big; but the fact that it could now go in her ass without discomfortwas a matter of some pride for her. As Emma positioned the second plug at herrear entrance, Jean relaxed. This time the feeling of having something slidingback there wasn?t as bad, and in no time they were ready to move on.

               Herass stretched slowly from the plugs over the next half-hour or so, and as theytook the last one out of her tingling asshole Jean looked at Scott. He wasas hard as she?d ever seen him. ?Scott,? she said, here eyes meeting his, ?Iwant you back there.?

               ?Jean?isn?tthis enough for now?? Scott was slightly flabbergasted. He?d hated the sightof her face twisted in pain as the larger dildos had been pressed into herbody, and the last one had made his eyes pop, and he wasn?t sure if her sweat-slickbody could take any more of this today. He looked into her eyes. ?Jean?areyou sure?? She looked back at him, and instead of answering, she kissed him.

               Hetook that as a yes, and got on the bed behind her. He?d acquired a massive,raging hard-on watching her groan as larger things were inserted into her virginass, and he desperately needed to spend. He squeezed lube on his head, thenlet it nuzzle at her ass for a minute before he started to push it in.

               Jeangasped. Opening and stretching her ass beforehand had helped, but Scott wasa bit bigger than the last dildo that had gone in, and she had to fight notto clench against the pain. ?Slowly,? she gasped breathlessly, ?Slowly. Please!? Scottobligingly slowed, feeding his cock into her a little at a time, and Jean triedhard to relax and accommodate the intruder pushing into her most private hole.When he was firmly seated inside her, he paused for a moment to let her getused to the feel of him inside her.

               Thecock impaling her ass made Jean gasp. Her fingers curled around the covers,and she whimpered at the pressure. It wasn?t so bad inside her, although shedid feel like she needed to shit. No, the sensation was all around the opening,where her sphincter muscle strained to close around the large intruder piercingit. And then Scott withdrew and started sliding out, and Jean cried out withthe pain. He continued to slide out, and when he was almost all out, he reversedand went back in. Jean screamed, her fists pounding the bed, and Emma and Betsyquickly moved to her front, grabbing her arms and holding her in place as Scottcommenced fucking her asshole. ?Easy?easy,? Betsy said to Jean, holding herwrist with one hand while stroking the tangled red hair with the other. ?Thefirst time?s always the hardest. Relax. Remember, Scott?s having fun back there,and his pleasure comes first, right?? Jean nodded. She?d forgotten that littlepiece of wisdom she?d learned. She made a conscious effort to relax, to movebeyond her pain, and after a few minutes her head cleared enough of the pain-hazeaway for her to hear the sound of Scott?s gasping cries as he drove himselfrelentlessly forward to his orgasm.

               Scottwas in heaven. The sight of his cock pounding into Jean?s still slightly reddenedass cheeks combined with the feel of her oh-so-tight recently virgin assclenched around his cock was erotic. And got even better when suddenly herass unclenched, and he found himself driving forward into a hot, pillowy softness.Dimly, he was aware of the noise he was making, and of the sounds Jean wasmaking, but his lust-fogged mind refused to register it. He felt his orgasmcoming and howled just as his cock stiffened and jerked in his wife?s ass,spilling his seed deep in her bowels. Afterward, exhausted, he slumped backon the bed. After a moment, he looked up.

               Jeanhad collapsed to her stomach on the bed, her arms and legs unable to hold herup for the shaking her body was doing. There was blood around Jean?s asshole,and he scrambled up to his knees to look at it. Her shoulders were shakingwith sobs, and his heart almost stopped. What had he done? He touched her gently. ?Jean?Jean, sweetheart, oh, baby, what did I do, I hurt you?Oh, God,? he moaned ashe saw the tears on her face and the look of anguish in her eyes. ?Betsy?Emma?isshe??

               ?Comehere,? And Scott moved around the bed until he was beside Jean. ?Sit up here.? Hesat up, laying her head in his lap and stroking her hair as Betsy and Emmaexamined her backside. ?She?s okay,? Betsy said. ?Just a little tearing. Thebleeding stop quickly, like it did when you took my ass the first time.? Shetook a tissue from the box beside the bed and pressed it to Jean?s anus. ?Closeyour cheeks,? she said gently to Jean. ?Hold that there. We?ll be right back.? Emmabundled up the towel with the toys in it, and she and Betsy went to the bathroom.

               Jean?ssobs gradually quietened as she lay on the bed with Scott stroking her hair. ?Wasit really bad?? Scott asked gently when she was quiet. ?We?ll never do it againif you hated it.?

               Jeanthought about that for a second. ?Did you enjoy it?? she asked him, wipinga tear from her face. She knew what the answer would be already.

               ?No,I didn?t,? Scott lied.

               Jeanpushed herself up on one elbow. ?Liar.? She smiled at him. ?Don?t lie to atelepath.? She lay back down. ?I felt you cum in my ass. I opened my shieldsjust before you did?and I felt your mind explode in that orgasm. It was mindboggling.? She was quiet for a second. ?I came too.?

               ?Youdid?? Scott risked a quick peek down. Jean?s labia were indeed damp.

               ?Ididn?t know you liked that. I didn?t know you wanted it.? She sighed. ?Well,okay, maybe I did, but?I was too worried about how much it would hurt to thinkabout whether you?d like it or not. I don?t know if I liked it or not, butwe can do it again a few more times before I make up my mind.?

               ?Really?? Scottwas ecstatic. ?You?d do that for me??

               ?Forboth of us. I?I kinda liked it a little too.? Jean looked up at him, and nowthere was a mischievous look in her eyes. ?What other fantasies have you hadabout me??

               Scotthedged. ?Jean, I don?t think you?re up to any more today??

               Jeanchuckled a little. ?I know I?m not. But inside my mind I?m still unmarked andready for sex.? And without another word she drew Scott into a telepathic embrace.

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               Shelooked around. This room inside Scott?s mind was equipped with chains and whipsaround the cool stone walls. She looked at Scott, who was standing there dressedin leather pants that fit his thighs and hips like a second skin. It also clearlyaccentuated the bulge at the groin. Scott might be satisfied physically, butpsychically he was ready for more. She looked around again, and a flutteryfeeling of excitement started. She?d fantasized sometimes about being a princesstortured in a medieval dungeon, with Scott as a cruel baron ready to hurt herfor his own pleasure. She?d never told him that particular fantasy?but apparentlyhe had something similar to it. She walked to the center of the room and raisedher hands so Scott could lock the shackles around her psychic wrists.

               Hehauled up on the chain attached to the shackles, pulling until her feet justbarely touched the floor. She mentally adjusted her thinking to include theillusory sensation of tightly stretched muscles, then waited. Scott walkedaround the walls, then chose a long-handled whip with three long tails.

               Hestarted off lightly, flicking her body lightly with the whip?s tails. At firstshe gave out nothing but gasps and cries. But as he grew accustomed to thefact that he couldn?t physically hurt her here, and she could make the weltsgo away if she wanted to, he got bolder and struck with more force. Jean hung,whimpering and moaning as a sexual heat built up between her legs. Finallyshe cried to him. ?Harder, Scott! Please, I need it! Hit me with everythingyou have!?

               Whissssh?THWACK!The whip made a whistling sound before landing on the white skin of the hangingwoman. Jean screamed as blood welled up along the length of the welt, but shedidn?t pull out of his mind. Scott took that as an encouraging sign and hither again. She screamed as another line of blood joined the first. He wenta little crazy after that, hitting her hanging body hard enough to sweep herfeet off the floor, leaving long bleeding red welts as she spurred him on,crying for him to hit harder and harder. ?Harder!? She cried to him, ?Oh, God,Scott, I need to be punished for being so selfish, for denying you the pleasureyou wanted, punish me! Hit me! Harder, Scott, Harder!? And then, when he tooka break, she replaced the three-tailed whip with a brutal-looking cat o? ninetails. ?Hit me with it, Scott,? she begged breathlessly as her skin went backto its unmarked state. ?I?ve always fantasized about you whipping me, really,really whipping me. I masturbate to that fantasy. Make it come true, pleaseScott!? He obliged.

               Emmaand Betsy walked back into the bedroom, having cleaned the toys. Betsy washolding a cloth dampened in cool water to apply to Jean?s sore butt. What theysaw made them pause.

               Jeanwas writhing on the bed, her hands busily working between her legs. Scott laybeside her, his hands on her breasts, pinching and working on her stiff nipples.His cock was still limp, but the sounds coming from between his slightly partedlips were definitely sound of passion. Jean was whimpering and sobbing hisname quietly.

               ?Guessshe doesn?t need this,? Betsy tossed the damp cloth onto the laundry pile. ?Iwonder what they?re doing.?

               Emmahad a wicked glint in her eye. ?Shall we join them?? Betsy grinned back, andthey sat down on the bed beside Scott and Jean, each one sinking into the telepathicweb.

               Emmaappeared in the dungeon wearing her usual white bustier and boots. Betsy worenothing. Emma took one look at the whip in Scott?s hand, and at the woman screamingfrom the chains and shackles in the center of the dungeon, and hmmphed. ?Jeangave him the whip,? She told Betsy as they both eyed the cat, which had Jean?spsychic signature on it, and the vicious welts it was leaving on Jean?s psychicform. ?She must be kinkier than we thought.?

               Betsygrinned. ?It?s always the quiet ones, ? an? and dropped to her knees in frontof Emma. A whip, similar to the one Scott was using on Jean, appeared in herhands. ?Whip me, Mistress,? she said. Emma took the whip with a delighted gleamin her eyes, and proceeded to shackle Betsy to the overhead chains. Soon thesound of Betsy?s agonized screams joined Jean?s in the mental dungeon.

It wasn?t long before Scott?s hunger overrode his desire to explore his andJean?s fantasies, and he took her down and pushed her face-down, bent overan old wooden raping table, and proceeded to fuck Jean thoroughly. He couldcontrol his psychic form?s ejaculation, and restrained himself for a long timeas he pummeled Jean?s body ruthlessly as she screamed. Eventually, Betsy joinedJean over the table as Emma used a strap-on to fuck Betsy?s cunt and ass thoroughly.She used both holes with impunity; in here they didn?t have to worry aboutinfections. Scott was finally sated, and he waited with Jean while Emma andBetsy had their fun on Scott?s mental furniture. When they were all finallysatisfied, they rose back out of the psychic web to consciousness.

Jean lay fro a while, looking at the bed, with Scott and Emma and Betsy lyingaround her. ?I?m going to have to change the sheets,? she observed, lookingat her cum and that of the other two women?s on the sheets. ?Hope nobody seesthe mess we made.?

Betsy grinned. ?No one?s going to comment,? she said. ?I?ve seen worse.?

Jean opened one eye. ?Really??

Betsy grinned. ?You should see Hank?s after he?s had a wet night. Damn. Almostmakes me want to jump his bones just to see if I could handle all that.? Shegrinned. ?Especially up the ass.?

Jean shuddered. ?I?ll stick with Scott, thank you. I can?t imagine anythingbigger in mine.?

Betsy grinned at the ceiling. ?You?d be surprised. I can get my whole handin Warren?s. He yells like crazy while I do it, but his cock gets rock hard.?

Jean?s eyes widened. ?You and Warren??

Betsy grinned. ?Yep.? She pushed herself up on one elbow. ?Hey, I know allthat just now was just fantasy play, but Warren and I do it real time. He hadan apartment set up in the city with soundproof walls and all kinds of toysso we can indulge in our mistress/slave fetish. Remy asks if he can borrowthe keys sometimes, to bring a girl there. Logan does too, a lot of the time.?

Jean blinked. ?Wow. And I thought I knew everything about everybody.?

Betsy grinned. ?Logan can be very domineering. But he knows how to submit,too. He really gets into it. Remy, he switches. Sometimes he?s a top, sometimeshe?s a bottom. Ororo will play with Logan there sometimes, she?s a switch,both dominant and submissive. Rogue is a bottom, definitely. She really getsoff on the physical sensation. Thank goodness for that invincibility, becauseotherwise she?d be cut to ribbons when Remy?s holding the whip. Remy is theonly person I know of who can seduce a woman with the business end of a whip.By the end of their evenings Rogue will practically fist herself both waysif Remy doesn?t have something for her to take the edge off with. You, Charles,Scott, Hank, Bobby, Jubilee, and Kitty are they ony ones who don?t visit thatparticular little playground.? She grinned. ?Well, I guess now you know aboutit, you will. Jubilee?s been begging Logan to take her there; since she cameback she?s gotten really persistent. I have a feeling sometime soon he willtake her there, and give her what she wants. I just don?t know how it willend up.?

?Speak for yourself,? Emma grumbled. ?I taught that girl at the Academy, remember?She?ll be the one shredding Logan?s hide with a whip. And I do mean shredding.That girl doesn?t show it, but she?s got a mean streak in her I bet will comeout in the bedroom.?

Betsy sniffed. ?But look at her. All meek and everything, and Emma, look atthe way she flogs herself through one of her gymnastic routines. She doesn?tdo it often, but every once in a while she?ll go in there, and even if she?snot in training she?ll push herself like she is. I saw Logan go in there onceand physically carry her out of the gym because she pushed herself until shewas too weak to walk out on her own. She has a masochistic streak in her.?

Jean realized it had been a while since Scott had said anything, and turnedto him. ?Scott? Are you all right?? She nudged him gently.

A low snore answered her. Emma laughed. ?Just like a man. Roll over and goto sleep after sex. Well, I guess you?ll have to wait to change the sheets.? Sheslid out of the bed. ?I don?t know about either of you, but I?m hungry afterall that. Let?s go get something to eat.? Betsy and Jean agreed, and they slidout of bed and gathered their clothes. Jean dropped a kiss on Scott?s noseas she turned off the light. ?Sleep well, husband mine. Tomorrow night we?regoing to check that apartment out.?

 

Author?s note This story will be continued in ?The Apartment?. I hopeyou liked this. I was sitting there wondering why a man would cheat on hiswife, and my husband told me usually its because the woman?s doing somethingwrong. One thing led to another, and thus this story was born. Next up; ?TheApartment?. We?ll see just how naughty the inhabitants of the ?SeX-Mansion? canbe?Look for it!

Jaenelle