Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Night with Jean Grey Before her Husband R18 (NTR)

In the Grey-Summers residence, inside the main bedroom, Scott turned in his sleep and reached across the bed, expecting to find his wife, Jean beside him. Instead, his hand met nothing but cold sheets.

His brow furrowed slightly.

A moment later, his eyes fluttered open. The room was dark and quiet, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. He glanced toward Jean’s side of the bed and found it empty.

"Is Jean still working?" Scott muttered to himself.

Turning his head, he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand.

3:30 AM.

A small sigh escaped him.

Throwing the blanket aside, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The floor felt cool beneath his feet as he got out of bed and headed toward the study room, figuring that was the most likely place to find her at this hour.

...

Inside the study room.

Mu Chen lay back on the couch, his chest rising and falling as Jean straddled him. Her body was clearly exhausted after hours of relentless fucking — her skin glistening with sweat, her red hair messy and sticking to her face and shoulders.

She placed her hands on his chest for support and slowly lifted her hips before sinking back down onto his cock with a wet, sloppy sound. Her movements were no longer sharp or aggressive — they were tired, heavy, and desperate. Every time she dropped down, her ass rippled and her breasts swayed heavily above him.

"Ahhh~... Ahhh.... Uhhh~... fuuuuck~..." Jean moaned breathlessly, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier.

The powerful telepath’s hips rolled in slow, exhausted circles as she tried to keep riding him. Her thighs kept trembling, and she had to pause for a second to catch her breath before lifting herself again.

Mu Chen looked up at her wrecked state and grabbed her waist, helping her move.

"Look at you... Jean," he muttered, voice rough. "Riding my cock like a desperate slut even though you can barely hold yourself."

Jean let out a shaky moan and leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kept grinding her hips down.

"Ahhn~... shut up~..." she panted against his neck. "I’m not... mmhh~... done with you yet~..."

She forced herself to keep moving, lifting and dropping her ass onto his cock even though her legs were burning. Every time she sank down, more of their mixed cum leaked out of her stretched pussy and dripped onto his balls. Her body was clearly exhausted, but she refused to stop.

"Your husband... is coming," Mu Chen said, looked up at her and spoke, placing one hand on her jiggling breast.

Her skin was sweaty and her breasts were visibly sore and sensitive from hours of rough handling, but he found them even better like this. His fingers sank deep into the soft, warm flesh as he squeezed.

Jean’s pussy clenched hard around his cock the moment she heard those words. She brought her face close to his, one hand on his cheek as she kept rocking her hips.

"Ahhh~... mmhh~... then handle it~..." she moaned breathlessly, her voice low and filthy. "Hnghh....Uhhhh.... keep fucking me baby~..."

Mu Chen smiled and gave a nod, clearly in no mood to stop fucking such a good married cunt.

Jean leaned down and captured his mouth, their lips parting as their tongues moved lazily against each other, sucking and sliding together in deep, wet kisses.

At that moment, the study room door was pushed open and Scott entered, still half-asleep. He called out softly, "Jean..."

To him, the sight that greeted him looked completely normal. His wife was sitting at her desk in nothing but the loose white shirt and black panties she had originally worn, her attention focused on the papers spread across the table.

But it was all an illusion Mu Chen had created for him. In reality, her clothes were scattered across the floor, and she had already squirted gallons onto the floor from the last two hours of relentless fucking.

Yet despite her exhaustion, the red-haired woman was still bouncing on the cock of the man who wasn’t her husband.

Mu Chen and Jean broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva stretching between their lips before breaking. His hands remained on her breasts, lightly brushing and teasing her nipples.

"Jean... answer your husband, like a good wife you are." Mu Chen murmured against her lips as he gripped her waist and lifted his hips, thrusting upward in one powerful stroke and sliding his thick cock deep into her wet, messy, slick cunt.

"Ahhh... mmmmnnnhhh... little rascal... keep ramming that thick cock into me just like that."

Jean let out a breathy moan, and pushed her ass back eagerly to meet him, grinding down until her plump cheeks pressed flush against his thighs and her pussy clenched greedily around every inch of his cock.

She turned her head toward Scott, her eyes still glassy and cock-drunk, though he couldn’t see it. Her voice came out slightly breathless.

"Aah... Scott? You’re here?"

The illusion of Jean moved her lips in perfect sync with the real one. To Scott, everything appeared completely ordinary.

Mu Chen had deliberately made the illusion’s voice match Jean’s whenever she spoke to her husband.

Giving it a voice would’ve ruined the fun — he wanted to hear the real Jean struggle to hold back her moans while answering her husband. And if Mu Chen and Jean spoke among themselves, the illusion simply ignored them.

Scott walked closer to the desk, still rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah," he said with a small shrug. "I woke up and noticed you still weren’t in bed, so I came to check on you. Then I found you still working."

On the couch, Mu Chen grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart while he fucked her deeper.

Jean’s pussy clenched hard around his cock as she tried to focus. She forced her voice to stay steady.

"Yeah... I got busy with grading papers," she replied, though her tone came out slightly breathy.

At the same time, Mu Chen gave a sharp slap on her already red buttocks filled with his handmarks. The plump ass rippled with the waves of her busty ass as it met with his pelvis while she ground back to take his cock.

"How are my grades now, Professor Grey? Still failing?"

Jean’s pussy clenched hard around his cock. She turned her head slightly toward him, her voice low and filthy as she replied to him.

"Ahhh... mmmmnnnhhh... fuck yes...you’re doing much better now... keep stretching your professor’s married cunt like that and I’ll give you a pass..."

Scott stood beside the desk being completely oblivious said. "You should sleep now. It’s already 3:30."

Jean leaned back against Mu Chen’s chest, placing one hand on his thigh for support as she started gyrating on his cock. Her red hair fell like a waterfall around her shoulders as she rode him, moving her ass in slow, filthy circles.

She squeezed her breast with her free hand, rolling her nipple between her fingers while Mu Chen kept groping her bubbly ass. He enjoyed the way her soft, hot flesh felt in his palms as he squeezed and reshaped her buttocks.

Jean bit her lip and gave Mu Chen a playful wink before turning her head to answer Scott, her voice slightly shaky.

"I’ll come in some time... Let me just finish this last set."

Mu Chen suddenly sat up straight. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer, taking both her nipples into his mouth. He motorboated her breasts before sucking and licking them hungrily, his tongue swirling over her sensitive skin.

"Fuck... these motherly tits feel so good in my mouth," he growled against her skin shamelessly. "Your husband really did a good job on them. Look how ripe and heavy he made them... just for me to suck on."

Jean’s back arched violently. A broken, shaky moan tore out of her throat as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, at his words. Fresh juices gushed out of her, soaking his cock and balls before dripping down onto the couch beneath them.

"Ahhh~... haaah~... nnnghh~... yesss~... don’t say that~..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with lust. "It makes me so wet~... fuuuuck~... I’m gonna cum again if you keep talking like that~..."

Mu Chen suddenly pulled his mouth away from her breasts and gave both her heavy tits a sharp, filthy slap. The sound echoed softly as her breasts bounced from the impact.

Jean moaned at the sting, but before she could say anything, Mu Chen grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues tangled hungrily as they kissed like they were trying to devour each other.

Scott, still trying to persuade his hard-working wife, said gently, "Babe, you can do it tomorrow. Take care of your health first."

Mu Chen hand moved towards Jean’s breast and started twisting and flicking her sensitive nipples with his fingers.

Jean’s legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. One of her hands slid into his hair, gripping it tightly while the other arm wrapped around his shoulder.

She kissed him back just as desperately, moaning into his mouth as she kept dancing on his dick. Completely ignoring the fact her husband had said something to her.

When they finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.

Jean tilted her head to the side, catching her breath as Mu Chen leaned in and started licking her sweaty skin, kissing and biting along her neck.

"Don’t worry, Scott..." she managed between soft gasps, her voice shaky and uneven. "I... slept most of yesterday... after taking the day off... so I’m not sleepy yet... And don’t worry... I’ll come to bed soon..."

Then the red-haired woman placed her hand one hand on Mu Chen’s shoulder and the other around his arm for support. Then she suddenly lifted herself up until only the thick crown of his cock remained inside her — before slamming herself back down hard.

"Ahhhh~... FUCK~!" Jean cried out loudly as his cock battered her cervix. The pleasure and pain mixed together so intensely that her eyes rolled back for a second.

The powerful telepath didn’t give herself time to recover. She started riding him like she was possessed — lifting herself up and dropping down hard and fast, fucking herself on his cock with desperate, frantic movements.

"Ahhh~... ahhn~... fuuuuck~... Mu Chen~... you are stretching me so much~..." she moaned loudly, her voice breaking. "I can feel it~... I’m getting close~... I’m gonna cum again~..."

"Ugh... Oh Jean... cum for me... cum on my cock..." Mu Chen called out, his hands roaming all over her body.

One hand kept squeezing and slapping her ass while the other grabbed and played with her bouncing tits. His mouth stayed busy too — kissing, sucking, and biting along her neck, her earlobe, her collarbone, and her breasts, leaving fresh marks all over her skin.

Jean’s entire body was burning. Every thrust, every bite, every slap was pushing her closer to the edge. The fact that her husband was standing just a few feet away, only made the pleasure sharper and more intense.

Her pussy kept clenching tightly around Mu Chen’s cock as she rode him harder and faster, chasing her orgasm like she had completely lost control.

Other side, Scott frowned. Something about Jean’s voice sounded different— he was about to ask about it when she shot him a sharp glare and turned back to her desk, clearly signalling that the conversation was over.

"Fine," Scott said with a resigned sigh. "I’m going. I won’t disturb you anymore, but make sure this is the last thing you work on tonight."

At this moment, Mu Chen and Jean’s bodies were glued together, holding each other tightly like they were hanging onto life itself. Her toes curled hard as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.

Mu Chen could feel his cock throbbing violently inside her while her cunt gripped him like a vice, squeezing and pulsing around his length.

Their mouths stayed close, breathing heavily into each other’s lips.

"Mmmphh...Mu Chen... cum with me..." Jean moaned against his mouth, her voice desperate. "Mark my womb when my husband is standing right beside me... fill your married slut with your cum... please~..."

She pushed herself even closer, pressing her body flush against him until her breasts were squeezed tightly between them. Mu Chen groaned deeply, his hands moving down to grip her waist firmly.

"Urghhh... I’m also close..." he growled.

Without warning, he lifted her up and then slammed her back down onto his cock, driving himself all the way to the hilt and battering her cervix. Jean’s eyes flew open.

"Oh god~... fuuuuck~... fuuuuck~... I’m cumming~... I’m cumming so hard~...!"

The red-haired woman orgasm crashed into her like a train. Her vision blurred, body convulsed violently, and she clung to Mu Chen with everything she had, shoving her face into his neck as she trembled and shook through her climax.

Mu Chen groaned loudly as her pussy clamped down and milked him. His cock throbbed hard and he started cumming with her, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.

The amount was so much that it began leaking out from where they were joined, dripping down his cock and onto the couch.

At the exact same moment they climaxed, Scott leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against the illusion’s cheek. She smiled sweetly at him before he turned around and quietly headed back toward the bedroom.

Mu Chen’s cock kept throbbing and pulsing deep inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. One hand stayed on her lower back, holding her steady while she trembled in his arms. His other hand gently stroked her damp red hair as he continued filling her.

Jean let out a long, shaky breath against his neck, her hips still moving in slow, lazy circles even as her orgasm rolled through her in gentle waves.

"Ohhhh~... so hot~... fuuuuck~... so fucking good~..." she moaned, stayed exactly where she was — impaled on his cock, her body glued to his, letting every last drop fill her up.

Neither of them paid any attention to Scott as he left the room.

When she finally pulled her face back just enough to look at him, her expression was soft, satisfied, and completely fucked-out. She cupped his cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing over his skin as she stared at him with hazy eyes.

"You’re such a good lover~..." Jean whispered, voice soft and dreamy. "It was amazing~..."

Mu Chen’s hand slid up to gently stroke her messy red hair again and replied with a soft smile. "You bring the best out of me."

It was the best orgasm they had in today’s night.

They leaned in at the same time and shared a slow, deep kiss, their lips moving lazily against each other as they continued to hold one another tightly. Breathing into each other’s mouths as the kiss stretched on, slow and unhurried, lost in the warm, sticky afterglow.