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Teaching Jean
Jean’s hands flew over her mouth and tears filled her eyes.
She had been shielded when she opened the door to hers and Scott’s bedroom, so she 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’s bed unraveled, and resolved into two women plus her beloved husband. Betsy and Emma.
Scott looked slightly ashamed. His two companions, however, felt no such thing. “Hello,” Emma purred, looking at Jean standing in the doorway and sitting up in bed, “Come to join the fun?” The sheet fell off her white shoulders and pooled between her thighs, exposing her large, full, perfect breasts. She didn’t bother to pull the sheet back up.
Jean went bright red. “Uh….I’m…I’m…I’ll wait till later…” And she was about to turn away 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.”
“Or maybe she is, and she’s been faking it all this time with you, hey Scott?”
Jean turned back to the door, eyes flashing angrily. “I am not frigid. And my…our…love…life is just fine, thank you!”
“Sex life, Jean,ma dma drawled as she leaned backward in bed. Those perfect breasts poked up higher. “Say it. ‘Our sex life’.”
Jean stared at her, and didn’t say a word. Emma laughed. “Oh, Jean. And you wonder why Scott keeps coming to one of us.”
“Why?” Jean finally addressed Scott directly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Is it something I’m doing wrong? Am I not pleasing you anymore? What?”
“Jean…sweetheart…” Scott got no further. Betsy cut him off.
“Jean, look. You’re sweet and all, and Scott’s delighted with the sex…when he’s in the mood. Scott likes to be in control, Jean. And how do you think a guy who likes to be in control feels when his wife tells him she’s not in the mood and wants to be left alone? And there are things Scott likes that you’ve refused to do, and that puts him off you too.”
Jean walked in and shut the door, before anyone else walked by and saw what was going on in the room. “What do you want to do that I won’t do, Scott? Please tell me. What have I not done?”
Emma sighed and got out of bed, as did Betsy and Scott. Scott went over to Jean. “I love you, sweetheart,” he said. “But you’ve set limits on what we do in bed, and after a while it gets…boring.”
Jean looked past him to Emma and Betsy. “What do you do with them that you can’t do with me?” she whispered. Scott flushed and looked slightly embarrassed.
“All kinds of things,” Emma finally answered her. “Anal, for one. You ever let him up your ass?” Jean turned a deeper shade of red at the crude term, and Emma grinned. “Scott loves that. And he loves it when we talk dirty.” Jean stole a quick look down at Scott. Sure enough, ‘Little Scott’ was standing at attention.
“Oral,” Betsy said thoughtfully. “And of course, a littoughough play does things for him too. Oh, Scott, did you ever get that belt, that real thick one, that you wanted to get the other day?”
Jean looked at him. “I do like those things, Jean,” Scott said finally, quietly. “I jack off sometimes thinking about hitting your ass…your bottom…with one of my belts.”
“Ass, Scott. Go ahead and offend her delicate sensibilities. Maybe she’ll realize how much fun can be had once you both have progressed past the ‘missionary-style-in-the-dark’ stage.” Betsy grinned. “Hey, wanna try it?”
Jean bit 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.”
Jean slowly started to step out of her clothes.
* * *
“Okay. First thing we’re going to work on is oral. Get on your knees between Scott’s legs, Jean.” Jean went to her knees between Scott’s thighs and stared at his cock, 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 hesitantly licked it.
“Oh, not like that,” Emma said crossly. “Come on. Open your mouth really wide, and take all of him. Here, out of the way, I’ll show you.” Jeanotedoted backward and 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 heard it. It had been a long time since she’d been able to wring sounds like that from her husband.
“That’s how,” Emma said, getting up. “So give that a shot. Open wide—remember, Scott’s pretty big---and take him all the way in.” Jean did so, but found her mouth wasn’t big enough to take all of him in. How had Emma done it?
“When you feel his head hit the back of your throat, swallow,” Emma directed. Jean tried, but the alien sensation was too much, and she couldn’t get it down. “I can’t,” she said, sitting back.
“Sure you can. I did.” Emma sighed. “Betsy can. We all can, Jean, you just have to forget about what you feel like and concentrate on bringing your partner pleasure. You do want to make Scott happy, right?”
“More than anything,” Jean whispered, and tried again. This time, though, when it hit 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?”
Betsy sighed. “We’re never going to get anywhere at this rate.”
“Yeah we will,” Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room to get when Jean had stripped. “Jean. We haven’t got all day. Open your throat and take it all in.” She punctuated her words with a smack of the belt against Jean’s ass.
Jean had just taken Scott in her mouth for another try when the belt struck her butt. She yelped, swallowing involuntarily with the pain, and then froze as Scott’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 adjusted to the feel of his cock in your throat, take it out and do it again.”
Jean closed her eyes. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation…just an odd one. She cautiously withdrew, then tried again. Again she choked. When she withdrew, Emma took a handful of her hair and guided her head down on Scott’s crotch, then smacked her sharply with the belt. When Jean’s throat opened to cry out, the cock slid in. Emma held onto Jean’s hair, guiding her head back and forth, punctuating the movement with slaps from the belt, until Jean’s head began moving on its own. Then she stopped.
Jean was concentrating on the job she was doing on Scott’s cock, and on the belt hitting her ass repeatedly. When Emma stopped, she was mildly surprised to find out that Scott was moaning in pleasure from what her mouth was doing and she was also wet. She could feel the slickness gathering on her labia from hearing Scott moan. She began to experiment, moving her tongue around as she was going down and coming out, and was rewarded by Scott’s moans doubling in volume until he started gasping. His cock stiffened. “I’m…going…to…cum…” he gasped. “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 stuff filling her mouth and throat, and pulled off his cock as she spluttered. Cum trickled from her lips and mouth, to drip onto the tops of her creamy breasts.
Emma sighed and crouched in front of her. “You were told to swallow by your husband,” she said. “Why didn’t you?”
“I…it tasted funny,” Jean said, suddenly feeling like a child being chastised for not obeying a parent. “I didn’t like it.”
Betsy sighed. “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.” Both women surveyed Scott’s wilted, limp penis, and nodded.
Betsy took the belt from Emma and leaned over Jean. ‘Scott’s pleasure should always be 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’s pleasure should always come first,” Jean said.
Betsy nodded. “Good. All right, now, because you disobeyed him, you need to be punished. Scott, how many should we give her?”
Scott sat up. “Can I do it?” he asked. Betsy grinned and handed him the belt.
“Jean. Get up. Bend over the foot of the bed.”
Jean did so, trembling a little. She felt humiliated, bent over like this, her ass upthrust to him, and Emma and Betsy watching. But it was also thrilling, and a bit erotic.
Scott studied the slightly reddened buttocks presented to him. Emma hadn’t hit Jean hard; 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.”
Jean sucked in a breath; he could see her ribs expand with the breath, but she said nothing, 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’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath. Over Jean’s bowed back, Betsy and Emma winked at each other. Scott raised the thin belt, then brought it down on Jean’s ass with a soft thwack.
Jean gasped. Her fists clenched in the covers. Her ass cheeks tensed. Then she said, ‘Your pleasure should always come first.”
“That wasn’t nearly hard enough,” Emma said. “Come on, Scott, what about that fantasy you told me about, where Jean’s…” Scott silenced her with a look and raised the belt again.
Jean was frozen in shock, and barely felt the next stroke. Scott had told Emma some of the fantasies he had about her? Why had he never told her? Because you’re too much of a prude to listen, her own mind answered her. Emma and Betsy are right. You can’t please Scott, really please him the way they can. You don’t deserve him.
The pang that thought caused her made tears spring to her eyes. “Your pleasure should come first, Scott.” she said in response to the last blAs hAs he raised the 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 years with my…inadequacies. Hit me harder. I need to be punished for my selfishness.”
The next 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 turned a dark pink, her cries became sharper, louder. When Scott finally tossed the belt down on the bed after the twentieth stroke, Jean fell to her knees at his feet and took his stiffening cock in her mouth. This time she had no problem deep-throating it.
It was too soon for Scott to cum, of course; but the feel of his wife’s mouth around him after so long fantasizing about what it would feel like got him hard, and finally he did manage to get a little out into her mouth. Immediately afterward, his cock softened, but Jean spent some time licking off her own spit and droll from his penis before she let him slide gently from her mouth. She remained kneeling at his feet, however, in an unconsciously submissive posture that made his mind run wild with thoughts of what he wanted to do with her.
“Well.” Emma said 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. Scott loves this, Jean.”
Jean sucked 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 hurt so much for the short time it did last. How much is this going to hurt?”
Scott looked at Jean. “Maybe we should wait on this lesson, Emma…”
Jean shook her head vehemently. “No I want to learn this. I’m just…I don’t know how much this is going to hurt.” Images of her own asshole, torn because Scott was too big, crossed her mind, and she shuddered.
Emma, seeing that Jean really was scared, softened her tone. “We’ll try not to make it hurt too much. We’ll just stretch you out for now; Scott can take it from there afterward.” She reached for the bag Betsy had gone to get from her room and took out lubricant and several butt plugs and anal dildos, all in different sizes. Some were small, some were larger. All of them looked terrifying to Jean, who was a complete virgin back there.
“We’ll start small,” Betsy said. “Anal is an acquired taste, and you may discover you don’t like it, But you should still experience it.” She pulled on some latex gloves, squeezed lubricant on her fingers and reached behind Jean. “Have you ‘gone’ today?” she asked. “If not, we might have to give you an enema to clean you out.” Her gloved fingers pressed against the tiny pinkish-brown pucker of Jean’s anus.
Jean gasped with the sensation. Betsy’s long fingers probed for a time, feeling around, then said to Emma. “She’s good. Do we still want to clean her out, though?”
“Yes,” Emma said, taking a rubber bag and some rubber tubing from the bag and handing it to Betsy. “Take her into the bathroom while I get things set up here.”
It was the oddest thing, bending over as Betsy pressed the nozzle of the enema bag into her asshole. Jean gasped as the lubricated tip slid in. It wasn’t large 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 will pull the water further into your bowels and do a better job cleaning you out.”
Jean kept her eyes glued to the bag as the water started to drain into her. The bag was half-empty when she started feeling the urge to expel the water, but when she asked, Betsy shook her head. “Not yet. Jean, the water in your ass will spread your rectal walls, and when we get you stretched out and Scott does go in, it’ll be easier.” She waited until the bag was empty and Jean was gasping and whimpering with the need to relieve herself, then she reached back. “Tighten up as I remove the nozzle,” she said, “You don’t want to get all that water all over the floor.” Jean tightened as much as she could, despite the intense cramping in her bowels, and as Betsy took the nozzle out she sat down on the toilet and sighed as her body emptied. It was intensely humiliating, doing what she normally considered private business in front of Betsy, but the other woman ignored her and went about cleaning up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
They finally exited the bathroom, Betsy coiling the tubing up, and she directed Jean to the bed as she put the enema equipment back in the bag. Scott took up the smallest plug, which still looked big to Jean, and lubed it up as the other two women pulled on gloves. “Relax,” Emma told her as she positioned the tip of the plug against Jean’s tensing anal opening. “If you relax it goes in easier.” And she started to insert the plug.
It was fully in only seconds later, but it felt like an eternity to Jean, who gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Emma gave her a few minutes to adjust to it, while Scott cupped Jean’s face in his hands and whispered sweet endearments to her. When Jean finally stopped shuddering and released the fistfuls of 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’t even 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 discomfort was a matter of some pride for her. As Emma positioned the second plug at her rear entrance, Jean relaxed. This time the feeling of having something sliding back there wasn’t as bad, and in no time they were ready to move on.
Her ass stretched slowly from the plugs over the next half-hour or so, and as they took the last one out of her tingling asshole Jean looked at Scott. He was as hard as she’d ever seen him. “Scott,” she said, here eyes meeting his, “I want you back there.”
“Jean…isn’t this enough for now?” Scott was slightly flabbergasted. He’d hated the sight of her face twisted in pain as the larger dildos had been pressed into her body, and the last one had made his eyes pop, and he wasn’t sure if her sweat-slick body could take any more of this today. He looked into her eyes. “Jean…are you sure?” She looked back at him, and instead of answering, she kissed him.
He took 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 virgin ass, and he desperately needed to spend. He squeezed lube on his head, then let it nuzzle at her ass for a minute before he started to push it in.
Jean gasped. Opening and stretching her ass beforehand had helped, but Scott was a bit bigger than the last dildo that had gone in, and she had to fight not to clench against the pain. ‘Slowly,” she gasped breathlessly, “Slowly. Please!” Scott obligingly slowed, feeding his cock into her a little at a time, and Jean tried hard 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 get used to the feel of him inside her.
The cock 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 she did 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 piercing it. And then Scott withdrew and started sliding out, and Jean cried out with the pain. He continued to slide out, and when he was almost all out, he reversed and went back in. Jean screamed, her fists pounding the bed, and Emma and Betsy quickly moved to her front, grabbing her arms and holding her in place as Scott commenced fucking her asshole. “Easy…easy,” Betsy said to Jean, holding her wrist with one hand while stroking the tangled red hair with the other. “The first 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 little piece of wisdom she’d learned. She made a conscious effort to relax, to move beyond her pain, and after a few minutes her head cleared enough of the pain-haze away for her to hear the sound of Scott’s gasping cries as he drove himself relentlessly forward to his orgasm.
Scott was in heaven. The sight of his cock pounding into Jean’s still slightly reddened ass cheeks combined with the feel of her oh-so-tight recently virgin ass clenched around his cock was erotic. And got even better when suddenly her ass 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 was making, but his lust-fogged mind refused to register it. He felt his orgasm coming 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 back on the bed. After a moment, he looked up.
Jean had collapsed to her stomach on the bed, her arms and legs unable to hold her up 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 shaking with 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 as he saw the tears on her face and the look of anguish in her eyes. “Betsy…Emma…is she…”
“Come here,” And Scott moved around the bed until he was beside Jean. “Sit up here.” He sat up, laying her head in his lap and stroking her hair as Betsy and Emma examined her backside. “She’s okay,” Betsy said. “Just a little tearing. The bleeding stop quickly, like it did when you took my ass the first time.” She took a tissue from the box beside the bed and pressed it to Jean’s anus. “Close your cheeks,” she said gently to Jean. “Hold that there. We’ll be right back.” Emma bundled up the towel with the toys in it, and she and Betsy went to the bathroom.
Jean’s sobs gradually quietened as she lay on the bed with Scott stroking her hair. “Was it really bad?” Scott asked gently when she was quiet. “We’ll never do it again if you hated it.”
Jean thought about that for a second. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked him, wiping a tear from her face. She knew what the answer would be already.
“No, I didn’t,” Scott lied.
Jean pushed herself up on one elbow. “Liar.” She smiled at him. “Don’t lie to a telepath.” She lay back down. “I felt you cum in my ass. I opened my shields just before you did…and I felt your mind explode in that orgasm. It was mind boggling.” She was quiet for a second. “I came too.”
“You did?” Scott risked a quick peek down. Jean’s labia were indeed damp.
“I didn’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 think about whether you’d like it or not. I don’t know if I liked it or not, but we can do it again a few more times before I make up my mind.”
“Really?” Scott was ecstatic. “You’d do that for me?”
“For both of us. I…I kinda liked it a little too.” Jean looked up at him, and now there was a mischievous look in her eyes. “What other fantasies have you had about me?”
Scott hedged. “Jean, I don’t think you’re up to any more today…”
Jean chuckled a little. “I know I’m not. But inside my mind I’m still unmarked and ready for sex.” And without another word she drew Scott into a telepathic embrace.
* * *
She looked around. This room inside Scott’s mind was equipped with chains and whips around the cool stone walls. She looked at Scott, who was standing there dressed in leather pants that fit his thighs and hips like a second skin. It also clearly accentuated the bulge at the groin. Scott might be satisfied physically, but psychically he was ready for more. She looked around again, and a fluttery feeling of excitement started. She’d fantasized sometimes about being a princess tortured in a medieval dungeon, with Scott as a cruel baron ready to hurt her for his own pleasure. She’d never told him that particular fantasy…but apparently he had something similar to it. She walked to the center of the room and raised her hands so Scott could lock the shackles around her psychic wrists.
He hauled up on the chain attached to the shackles, pulling until her feet just barely touched the floor. She mentally adjusted her thinking to include the illusory sensation of tightly stretched muscles, then waited. Scott walked around the walls, then chose a long-handled whip with three long tails.
He started off lightly, flicking her body lightly with the whip’s tails. At first she gave out nothing but gasps and cries. But as he grew accustomed to the fact that he couldn’t physically hurt her here, and she could make the welts go 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. Finally she cried to him. “Harder, Scott! Please, I need it! Hit me with everything you have!”
Whissssh…THWACK! The whip made a whistling sound before landing on the white skin of the hanging woman. Jean screamed as blood welled up along the length of the welt, but she didn’t pull out of his mind. Scott took that as an encouraging sign and hit her again. She screamed as another line of blood joined the first. He went a little crazy after that, hitting her hanging body hard enough to sweep her feet 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 pleasure you wanted, punish me! Hit me! Harder, Scott, Harder!” And then, when he took a break, she replaced the three-tailed whip with a brutal-looking cat o’ nine tails. “Hit me with it, Scott,” she begged breathlessly as her skin went back to its unmarked state. “I’ve always fantasized about you whipping me, really, really whipping me. I masturbate to that fantasy. Make it come true, please Scott!” He obliged.
Emma and Betsy walked back into the bedroom, having cleaned the toys. Betsy was holding a cloth dampened in cool water to apply to Jean’s sore butt. What they saw made them pause.
Jean was writhing on the bed, her hands busily working between her legs. Scott lay beside 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 parted lips were definitely sound of passion. Jean was whimpering and sobbing his name quietly.
“Guess she doesn’t need this,” Betsy tossed the damp cloth onto the laundry pile. “I wonder what they’re doing.”
Emma had a wicked glint in her eye. “Shall we join them?” Betsy grinned back, and they sat down on the bed beside Scott and Jean, each one sinking into the telepathic web.
Emma appeared in the dungeon wearing her usual white bustier and boots. Betsy wore nothing. Emma took one look at the whip in Scott’s hand, and at the woman screaming from the chains and shackles in the center of the dungeon, and hmmphed. “Jean gave him the whip,” She told Betsy as they both eyed the cat, which had Jean’s psychic signature on it, and the vicious welts it was leaving on Jean’s psychic form. “She must be kinkier than we thought.”
Betsy grinned. “It’s always the quiet ones, ” an” and dropped to her knees in front of Emma. A whip, similar to the one Scott was using on Jean, appeared in her hands. “Whip me, Mistress,” she said. Emma took the whip with a delighted gleam in her eyes, and proceeded to shackle Betsy to the overhead chains. Soon the sound 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 and Jean’s fantasies, and he took her down and pushed her face-down, bent over an old wooden raping table, and proceeded to fuck Jean thoroughly. He could control his psychic form’s ejaculation, and restrained himself for a long time as he pummeled Jean’s body ruthlessly as she screamed. Eventually, Betsy joined Jean 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 about infections. Scott was finally sated, and he waited with Jean while Emma and Betsy had their fun on Scott’s mental furniture. When they were all finally satisfied, 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 lying around her. “I’m going to have to change the sheets,’ she observed, looking at her cum and that of the other two women’s on the sheets. “Hope nobody sees the 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. Almost makes me want to jump his bones just to see if I could handle all that.” She grinned. “Especially up the ass.”
Jean shuddered. “I’ll stick with Scott, thank you. I can’t imagine anything bigger in mine.”
Betsy grinned at the ceiling. “You’d be surprised. I can get my whole hand in 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 all that just now was just fantasy play, but Warren and I do it real time. He had an apartment set up in the city with soundproof walls and all kinds of toys so we can indulge in our mistress/slave fetish. Remy asks if he can borrow the 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, sometimes he’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 gets off on the physical sensation. Thank goodness for that invincibility, because otherwise she’d be cut to ribbons when Remy’s holding the whip. Remy is the only 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 ways if 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 that particular little playground.” She grinned. “Well, I guess now you know about it, you will. Jubilee’s been begging Logan to take her there; since she came back she’s gotten really persistent. I have a feeling sometime soon he will take her there, and give her what she wants. I just don’t know how it will end 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 come out in the bedroom.”
Betsy sniffed. “But look at her. All meek and everything, and Emma, look at the way she flogs herself through one of her gymnastic routines. She doesn’t do it often, but every once in a while she’ll go in there, and even if she’s not in training she’ll push herself like she is. I saw Logan go in there once and physically carry her out of the gym because she pushed herself until she was 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 turned to him. “Scott? Are you all right?” She nudged him gently.
A low snore answered her. Emma laughed. “Just like a man. Roll over and go to sleep after sex. Well, I guess you’ll have to wait to change the sheets.” She slid out of the bed. ‘I don’t know about either of you, but I’m hungry after all that. Let’s go get something to eat.” Betsy and Jean agreed, and they slid out of bed and gathered their clothes. Jean dropped a kiss on Scott’s nose as she turned off the light. “Sleep well, husband mine. Tomorrow night we’re going to check that apartment out.”
Author’s note This story will be continued in ‘The Apartment’. I hope you liked this. I was sitting there wondering why a man would cheat on his wife, and my husband told me usually its because the woman’s doing something wrong. One thing led to another, and thus this story was born. Next up; ‘The Apartment’. We’ll see just how naughty the inhabitants of the ‘SeX-Mansion’ can be…Look for it!
Jaenelle
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