Adultery

Later that evening Jean was still updating charts in her office. She was skimming through a few medical books, hoping to find a few answers to one of her patient’s current illness. After a few minutes of finding nothing, she tossed the book aside and sighed with frustration.

Piles on medical books were scattered among her desk and she didn’t know where else to look. She sat there for a moment, swaying her chair from side to side, and then it hit her. She sprung from her chair and headed for the library, but not before stopping in the kitchen to put on a pot of tea. After filling the tea pot and placing it on the burner, she continued to head for the library.

Meanwhile…

Emma sat on Scott’s desk with her legs crossed at the knees. Her top leg bounced impatiently, as she waited for his arrival. She managed to speak to him briefly after dinner, asking him to meet her here. He was hesitant at first, still heated from the last thing he said to him, but agreed.

After waiting nearly twenty minutes, the door to the classroom opened and Scott walked in. He nudged the door with his elbow, leaving it slightly ajar. There was no need in closing it all the way, because he wouldn’t be staying long.

“So I’m here. What do you want?” Scott asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I wanted to apologize for what I said. When I found out that you and Jean were getting married, it took me by surprise, and I over reacted,” Emma stated.

“Yeah a little,” Scott uttered.

“Just a little?” she questioned, as her brow rose with curiosity.

“What you said about Jean and Logan was out of line, but the other thing you said got me thinking,” he replied, as he slowly advanced towards her, “she’ll never be able to satisfy me like you can.”

“Really now…” Emma replied, intrigued by his answer, “so what are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m not sure yet,” he replied.

“Well maybe I can help you decide.”

Emma uncrossed her legs and slowly parted them. Scott immediately noticed that she still wasn’t wearing any panties, and he felt the need for her taking affect on his body. He watched her intently as her hand moved down her stomach to rest between her legs.

She moaned softly and bit her lower lip, as she began to caress herself. Her breaths grew heavy and she breasts bounced gently beneath the silk fabric of her blouse. Emma kept her eyes locked on his face, as she worked her slender fingers against her pulsating clit.

Within minutes of watching Emma pleasure herself, all coherent thought left in Scott’s mind vanished. His cock throbbed painfully and he groaned. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have her.

In one swift motion, Scott was standing between her legs. His hand grabbed the back of her neck and his mouth came crashing down on hers. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips to seek out hers.

Emma reached for his pants and quickly undid them. Reaching into his boxers, she seized his hardened cock with her tiny hand and freed him from his confides. He moaned at her touch and his hips jerked forward. She stroked him gently, but Scott was impatient.

With his free hand, he grasped her hip tightly and pulled her towards him. His cock slid inside her with ease and Emma removed her hand. She gripped his sides and began to moan louder into his mouth, as he began thrusting himself inside her. He loved how she felt around him, so tight and warm.

“…God you feel so good…” Scott gasped, as he broke from their kiss to bury his head in her shoulder.

“Mmm…yeah baby…that’s it,” Emma moaned.

She held onto him tightly as he repeatedly drove into her. His hips smacked harshly against her thighs and the sound it made echoed in their ears. Sex with each other was always like this, lustful and hard. The harder he would fuck her, the louder she would moan and sooner she would reach her climax.

“Oh yeah…harder baby,” she begged, as she bucked her hips against him.

Scott eagerly obliged. He gripped her hip tighter, and plunged his cock harder and deeper inside her. Her head flung back and she gasped and moaned as he filled her over and over again.

Completely enthralled with each other, they had forgotten that the door to the classroom was still opened a crack. Their moans traveled down the hall along with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Jean stopped in her tracks, not sure of what she was hearing at first. Curiously, she followed the sultry sounds and stopped once she reached Scott’s classroom. An unsettling feeling lurched in her stomach, and she hesitated.

‘Come on Jean, Scott would never cheat on you. It’s probably just a couple of kids,’ Jean thought to herself.

Still, her self-assurance didn’t provide much comfort. She took in a deep breath and held it, as she peered through the crack of the door. There before her, were two adults going at it on Scott’s desk.

At first all she could see were strands of long blonde hair bouncing in the breeze and the back of some guy. It wasn’t until he shifted his head to the side, that Jeans eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

Jean couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her first instincts proving right. She immediately felt sick to her stomach and she began to shake. She didn’t know what to do and in a panic she ran.

Tears streamed from her eyes, as she headed straight for her best friends room. Without thinking twice, she flung the door open and stumbled inside. She came to a swift halt when she saw Ororo lying naked on her bed with Logan kneeling between her legs and thrusting his hips.

“Oh you have got to be kidding!” Jean exclaimed as she quickly turned around.

Ororo and Logan froze in mid stride and their heads shot over to view their intruder.

“Don’t yeah know how to knock!” Logan growled.

“Evidentially not!” Jean barked back and headed for the door.

“Jean wait. Just give a minute,” Ororo insisted.
Logan looked down at Ororo with a scour on his face. Ororo pushed herself up from the bed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I’ll make it up to you…I promise,” she whispered with a grin.

Logan growled and reluctantly pulled away, both groaning from their sudden departure. They both got up from the bed and dressed, Logan putting on his jeans and Ororo slipping on her robe.

“Okay, you can turn around now,” Ororo announced.

Jean slowly turned around, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and moistened from her tears.

“I need a drink,” Logan grunted, as he trudged out of the room.

“Ro I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Forget about that, what’s the matter?” Ororo replied, walking towards her.

“It’s Scott…I caught him having sex with Emma in his classroom,” Jean mumbled as she began to cry.

“What? I don’t believe it. Are you sure it was him?” Ororo questioned with a look of shock on her face.

“His back was to me, but when he turned his head I saw his face,” Jean replied, as she sat don on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t believe it…I don’t know what to say,” Ororo uttered, as she sat down beside Jean.

“Well you need to say something, because I don’t know what to do,” Jean exclaimed.

“That’s the easy part; you kick his pathetic cheating ass to the curb!” Ororo barked back.

Before Jean could respond to her friend’s enthusiastic advice, the door opened and Logan walked in. He carried a beer in one hand a crimson red mug in the other.

“Thought this might be yours,” Logan grunted, handed her the mug.

“Thanks,” Jean replied, then took a sip of the tea she had started to make before she found Scott with Emma.

“So do I just tell him what I saw, or do I just tell him it’s over?” Jean asked.

“You’re leavin’ Scott? What’d the dumb ass do now?” Logan asked,

“Logan!” Ororo exclaimed, shooting him an appalled glance.

“It’s okay Ro. I caught him with Emma tonight in his classroom and now I don’t know what to do about it,” Jen explained.

“Easy, yeah call ‘em on his shit an’ toss his ass out,” Logan replied.

“Wow…you two hang around each other way too much. Ro just said the same thing,” Jean said with a faint smile.

Logan just grunted, and went to sit in a chair by the open window. He sat there smoking a cigar and drinking his beer, while Ororo and Jean continued to talk. Occasionally he’d put his two cents in, but mainly kept quiet, leaving the important advice up to Ororo.

When Jean finally left an hour later, Ororo turned on the bed to look at Logan. He was leaning back in the chair with his hands folded behind his head and his cigar dangled from his lips.

“So what do yeah say we pick up where we left off?” Ororo asked with a grin.

“Well I don’t know if I’m in the mood now,” Logan teased.

“Oh I think I can fix that,” Ororo replied as she stood from the bed.