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“What…” Jean began, taking a trembling step down the stairway. “What is this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Scott asked, and actually started to slap his erection against Emma’s cheek before Jean’s wide, unbelieving eyes. “Tell her, Emma.”

Emma smiled, groping her own swollen breasts as Scott’s cock bumped about on her face, prodding at her blue-painted lips. It felt orgasmic to be marked as his the same way she’d given herself to him.

“He’s fucking me,” Emma announced with the chilliest of her icy enunciations. “I’m his filthy little cock-sheath and he’s using me because what else would you do with me? After all, he certainly isn’t going to fuck you. Look at you! On Halloween, dressed up as some Victorian heiress ready to have teatime at Downton Abbey. Who’d want that when he could fuck a dirty slut like me?”

Jean had a crossed wire in her head. Seeing her husband cheat on her and hearing the adulterous couple talk to her the way they had, she naturally felt shocked, humiliated, demeaned, and degraded. But where those feelings should’ve proceeded to anger, sadness, even hatred—she instead felt aroused.

She was watching her husband fuck another woman and it turned her on ferociously, making her so wet she felt a thrill of unwilling sexual pleasure, just seeing them, stewing on her own embarrassed affront. As good-looking as Scott and even Emma were, it felt so kinky to see them cheating on her that it struck her as a virtual sex act.

Then Jean realized that’s what it was. She knew Scott perhaps more intimately than any woman had ever known a man. He didn’t hold the disdain for her that he was expressing. And even Emma had an odd sort of respect for Jean. They weren’t doing these things to hurt her. They were doing this to indulge a kink that Jean was only just now realizing she had.

She got off on her husband cucking her.

Scott leaned over Emma, steepling his arms on the green felt surface of the pool table and lowering his head between her spread thighs. As he did this, his cock slanted towards Emma’s face. Emma quickly opened her mouth and caught hold of his prick, moving it to slide through her open lips. His swollen erection easily entered her gaping mouth while Scott’s own mouth sank down to Emma’s wet pussy.

Now positioned to sixty-nine with her, Scott spread her labia lips apart with his fingertips and lapped at the folds of her pussy, his tongue sending shuddering bolts of feeling through Emma. Then he puckered his lips on parts of her thick petals, sucking on them to pull and tug at all of her sex. And he ran his tongue over and inside her cleft on a roundabout slide to her clit.

“MMMMMPH!” Emma moaned through the invading heft of his manhood, her lips clamped tightly around its girth—half out of her own lust, half out of how large it was.

With her head hanging upside down, Scott could easily thrust himself into her open mouth and through to her throat. Little pumps of his naked hips did just that, using Emma’s quivering body, her sputtering throat, as she quaked in the ecstasy of what his tongue was doing to her. And, no doubt, how all this was happening while Jean watched, an unwilling voyeur, actually being pleasured by her own husband’s unfaithfulness.

“Gghk! Gk! Gghh! Gkkk!”

Jean wasn’t the only one well on her way to being satisfied. She can hear Emma’s every straining gulp as Scott fucked her face. Mixed with pleasured moans. Emma actually started to bang a fist on the pool table, her legs kicking out to express her enjoyment, almost having a seizure before Scott gave her a sharp slap on her thigh. The jolt of pain and mastery calmed Emma. She wasn’t just a cock-holster. She was Scott’s cock-holster.

Jean’s hands moved with a mind of their own. Both took hold of her buttoned up jacket, opening it up, while Scott eased his cock in and out of Emma’s gullet and ate her pussy too, the lucky slut.

Once Jean had her jacket open, she couldn’t delay any longer with her blouse. She simply ripped it apart, the pearl buttons flying across the room. Tinkling across the floor with a paltry noise compared to how lustfully Emma was moaning around Scott’s dick. Lucky, lucky slut.

Jean’s right hand slid inside her open shirt, along her modest chest, and she pinched a swollen nipple with a gasp. Her left hand went under the waistband of her skirt and between her legs—her access was wet and splayed. Blushing, groaning with self-loathing, Jean’s breath hitched with awe-inspiring delight when she actually touched herself.

“Is that what you want, Scott?” Jean moaned out, the words coming every bit as irresistibly as the orgasmic noises Emma was making. “Some… some wanton cunt to just spread for you, just let you fuck her, fuck her and fuck her—actually call herself your cock-sheath? Not even your mistress, just some… some cum dumpster you can use?”

Was Scott ignoring her? Was he performing for her? He had the same cool control over Emma that he had over Jean when he took her to bed, not exerting himself, but letting Emma’s own desire to be mastered—so much like Jean’s own—force her to comply with the subtlest of his commands. His fingertips peeled back the lips of her pussy, exposing her little pink clit, and he licked it all the way between his lips, where he sucked it into his mouth.

Emma moaned, half out of her mind with lust and half with how she was getting to show off that she was Scott’s woman by fucking Jean’s man. Her cunt was throbbing crazily. She stared up at his heavy, hairy balls. Every time Scott drove himself into her throat, his sweaty sack rolled against Emma’s face. She wished she could suck on them. Hell, she’d even let Jean do it while she took his cock. Big balls like those deserved attention as much as his thick cock.

Scott lifted his dripping mouth from Emma’s snatch. “Jean, get over here. You wanna see what I want? I’ll show you why you’re not half the woman Emma is.”

Jean squeaked, as incensed by his words as by the orgiastic surge they gave her. She walked over to the pool table. Scott pulled back from Emma, his prick slurping out of her greedy mouth. A string of precum dropped on her cheek as he came away from her to face Jean.

His big hands gripped her shoulders. He pressed the redhead down to her knees, not manhandling her, but clearly not willing to accept either reluctance or resistance.

“Did you see what I did to her? How I fucked Emma’s mouth? How she throated me? I’d like to see you do that, Jean. Let me see you swallow this cock, if you want it so bad.”

Emma watched from the pool table, mascara running with tears and lipstick smeared to the point where half of it was on Scott’s dick. She moaned with envy and longing as Jean opened her mouth wide, slotted it onto Scott’s girthy erection.

Scott thrust his hips, just a little, and it was immediately too much of his massive cock for Jean. She choked. Realizing her mistake, she tried to hold herself down on his dick as she gagged. Scott took her by the head and forced her to draw back a little, then worked himself back into her mouth. Then into her throat.

Endless sputtering dropped out of Jean’s skewered throat with his erection lowering down her gullet, the broad shaft visibly swelling her dainty neck. Tears swam in Jean’s eyes. Her face flushed. She clearly could not take what Scott was feeding her, but he kept going, choking her with gentleness.

“Come on, Jean,” Scott breathed. “If you’re a better fuck than Emma, show me. Suck my cock. You just watched her do it. How hard can it be?”

Obediently Jean drew in her cheeks and tried to suck Scott, just the way she’d seen Emma go. Scott let out a contented moan, but she felt like he was humoring her. His throbbing erection still seemed like far too much to her—she didn’t know how she could possibly tame it.

“You call that sucking? You’re more gagging than anything else. You were barely able to get my cock in your mouth and now you’re not doing anything with it. I don’t think you can even hold it in your throat for much longer. Were you really asking why I would want Emma to suck me off instead of you? She could’ve made me come by now if she were in your place. Not that she ever would. No, Emma would make love to my cock. She’d worship it, knowing how lucky she is to be allowed to wrap her lips around it. Come on, Jean. At least convince me that you’re trying. It can’t be that you’re trying to show off how you’re nowhere near the lover that Emma is.”

Jean shut her eyes and focused on sucking as hard as he could. Her flushed cheeks dimpled inward as she pulled back on Scott’s cock until she was licking the engorged knob, then she ran her lips back down his burgeoning length.

Her jaw was getting sore. She had to suck in air through her nostrils while she impaled herself on the far reaches of his phallus, tears welling up in her eyes, the slurping, gulping noise of her trying to swallow more and more of Scott sounding obscene and pornographic to her own ears.

But Jean forced herself down further on Scott’s prick, making it hit the back of her throat, then coughing, her throat violently rejecting her attempt to hilt Scott. She gave up, instead popping her mouth up and down the first few inches of his manhood.

Scott grumbled disapprovingly and collared her hair, holding her in place while he pulled his cock away. “You haven’t earned me coming in your mouth. You haven’t even earned a single drop of my cum. I’m going to come in Emma and I’m not allowing you to so much as look at her well-used cunt after she’s been stuffed full. You try it and I’ll spank your ass red as your hair. Emma deserves my cock. But I’ll let you watch a real woman get dicked so that if you ever find a man who wants to fuck you, you at least know what you should be trying to do.”

The doorbell rang—someone wanted their Halloween candy—but Jean could only stand there and watch as Scott manhandled Emma again, twisting her over onto her belly, her plump breasts crushed down onto the surface of the pool table.

“Jean, make yourself useful. Go hand out candy. Don’t worry about missing the show. You could watch me fuck Emma for years and you still wouldn’t know what to do with a cock besides lie there while it penetrates you.”