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Step by step, Jean made her way to the front door. With each step, she was relieved not to be seeing what Scott was doing. And with each step, she wished she was still seeing him fuck her.

“Gotta fuck you,” Scott grunted, forcing Emma’s legs open. “Gotta get my cock in that cunt.”

He pulled her to the edge of the pool table, led his engorged cockhead to her gaping pussy, and rammed himself into her.

“YES! OH GOD YES!” Emma cried, grabbing onto the edges of the pool table, her thighs open as wide as they could be.

He hilted his prick in her, his cock sunk into the blonde all the way to his balls, and then Scott rutted her. Quick, short thrusts crammed all of his arousal into her pussy, brought it back out, and forced it in again. While he fucked her, Scott massaged her taut buttocks with his hands, squeezing them so hard the alabaster skin turned pink, then letting the toned flesh snap back into place, the perfect sweeping curvature for her perfect ass.

“Fuck me hard! Give me all of your cock!” Emma moaned, looking over her shoulder at Scott as though to confirm that not only was she getting fucked incredibly, but it was Scott Summers doing it. Jean Grey’s husband was the source of all the pleasure she felt. “Jean could never take this big dick, but you’re not pumping into her now, you’re fucking me! So FUCK ME!”

Emma’s widespread legs crossed either side of the pool table. They jiggled, scraping against the roughhewn wood that bordered the felt, forming a rhythm that Scott enforced with every hard stroke. He looped his hands under her luscious thighs and held onto her there, keeping her hips pressed to his pumping groin, gripping her as if riding her.

He pulled her back onto his erection after his thrusting slid her around on the green felt. Emma wasn’t going anywhere; but his cock was going into her deeper and harder every time. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Give me all the lust that little prude could never handle! You can goddamn use me to your heart’s content! You can finally be satisfied with me! You can know that I’m your bitch!”

Jean barely looked away, barely made herself stop listening to open the door. She recognized the woman, Dhalua Strong, especially as she was wearing quite an elegantly simplistic costume. Her long hair was concealed by the Egyptian flat crown she wore, while her slender neck was embellished by a usekh collar. From there, a sleek white dress took over. She wasn’t wearing shoulder straps so much as two swaths of linen that ran from her shoulders down to cover each bounteous breast.

Then the dress cinched tightly, making the fabric bundle up her teats and show off their heft and plentiful contours. Underneath the cleavage, her dress opened up, its flowing lines caressing and displaying the rest of her luscious body down to her hips, where the hemline ended in a high cut that did justice to her long legs the only way they could be done justice: by showing them off.

Her muscular thighs resounded with the power and beauty of her deep black skin and athletic build, displayed all the way to her bare feet. Though her arms, legs, fingers, and toed were all adorned with golden thread in various places, accentuating her lean, yet curvaceous body. She looked like Egyptian royalty come to life, not just in costume, but in fact.

Seeing her, Jean forgot for a moment what Emma and Scott were doing. Then Scott was fucking the blonde’s pussy hard and fast, pounding his dick in to the hilt with every thrust. Emma squealed, moaned, her cunt burning, fists pounding on the pool table. No matter how much he fucked her, she still longed for more, longed to show Jean just how much of her husband’s cock Emma could take.

“Harder! Fuck me harder! You’re not satisfying your little wifey now! You’re fucking your favorite whore! Using your own personal cock-holster like the slut she is!”

Emma clawed her long fingernails into the green felt as though it were Scott’s back; her only regret to how Scott had her on her belly, taking him like a bitch in heat, was that she couldn’t scratch him with her love as she wanted to. But it was worth it to know this was what he couldn’t get from Jean. He was giving her everything his precious redhead could never take.

“Don’t you just love fucking sluts, Scott? Because I love your cock! I love taking your cock so much! My pussy is burning up—I’m gonna come! Come all over your big dick!”

Dhalua was almost frozen, standing there with her candy bag held out, expecting a simple Halloween transaction, but instead witnessing infidelity occurring right in front of her. However, she was too dignified to appear as stunned as she felt. Instead, she only looked to be elegantly still while Jean stood there, cringing with embarrassment.

Dhalua craned her neck to see past Jean. “Is that your husband?”

“Yes,” Jean confirmed, incapable of dissembling, she was so stricken by her humiliation. “That’s Scott.”

“He’s fucking Emma Frost. Your rival.”

“She’s… he is,” Jean agreed. Her breath rushed out of her mouth. “He’s fucking her like… like I’m far too much of a worthless little bitch to take.”

Her eyes dilated. Even if Dhalua wasn’t a psychic like the other women in the room, she could easily see how affected Jean was by the proceedings.

She wasn’t heartbroken. Or if she was, she was greatly enjoying it.

“Ah,” Dhalua said in understanding. “He’s pleasing you. Pleasing you by fucking another woman.”

Jean mutely nodded.

“Does it turn you on more to have me here? Seeing what a useless slag you are, letting your husband fuck someone else? Enjoying her body far more than he could ever get off on yours?”

Jean moaned gently. Dhalua was as perceptive as ever. But even Jean couldn’t masturbate with her there. And right now, she needed to masturbate. It would be humiliating, touching herself to the sight of her husband cheating on her—yes, just the right amount of humiliating.

Then Scott called out from on top of Emma’s well-fucked body. “Dhalua, nice to see you. I’m sure you’ve noticed how useless Jean is when I have Emma here to be a nice little cock-holster—how would you like to have her as a fucktoy? Just so she doesn’t feel like such a fifth wheel?”

Jean whimpered. She didn’t know if she could take this. She really didn’t. As a telepath, she knew Scott was quite satisfied with their sex life, but it was true that she could barely keep up with the punishing coitus that Emma was now enjoying with aplomb.

She didn’t know how much more of this strange, taboo sensuality she could take without being overwhelmed. Dhalua seemed like an entire level above what she was already struggling with. Being used by another woman because Scott had tossed her aside to focus on Emma!

Dhalua looked Jean over. “I have nothing better to do. And I would hate for her to feel as useless as she is. Are you almost done with your new bitch? Can you direct me to a playroom for my… ‘toy’?”

“Almost there!” Scott groaned. “Emma—can’t hold on—AHHH!”

For a full minute, he fucked her so violently that the pool table’s legs rattled on the floor. Then he shoved his cock all the way inside of her, groaning as white-hot cum burst from his balls. He branded her inner folds with one oversized dose of cum after another.

“Keep fucking me!” Emma cried. “I’m coming too! I’m feeling you come inside me! Oh God, it’s running out of me—too much to all fit inside—I’m coming, Scott! Harder, keep fucking me, harder, make me COOOOME!”

By the time it was over, her pussy felt like it had been fucked raw. A wet puddle of his leaking cum glistened on the pool table’s feel. Emma embraced Scott tightly, feeling his cock slowly softening inside of her.

Scott smiled at her slackly exhausted face. For all her bravado, Emma looked much the same as Jean did when he finished fucking her. Satisfied, sore, and somewhat stupid. “Wanna watch us make Jean a fucktoy?”

Emma looked up at him, confused. It took a moment for his words to penetrate the cloud of enjoyment over her. Then she smiled lovingly. “Oh, Scott… to think, some guys imagine women want to cuddle after sex…”