Jean Summers stood in her new X-Men uniform, looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Three months ago she would have barely recognized the woman that stared back at her now.

That was before, it doesn't matter now. You like your new look.

Jean shook her head, suddenly woozy, and thought, 'That was before, it doesn't matter now. I like my new look.'

When she looked back at the mirror she saw her confused gaze for a second, before the happy smile returned to her face. Her long radiant red hair, full of body, cascaded halfway down her back. Her green eyes sparkled, captivating, with a touch of green eye shadow that brought them out even more. Her high and perfect cheekbones bore a lovely red blush, and her full lips were coated lightly with a pink gloss.

She wore a heavily modified combination of her old Marvel Girl and Phoenix costumes. Around her feet were knee high, golden yellow, laced up boots with a three inch heel. A matching golden yellow sash, tied loosely, adorned her waist, with two tail strands falling to her knees. Her hands were encased in long gloves of the same color that ran all the way up her arms ending about her slender biceps.

It was the rest of Jean's new costume that caused butterflies in her stomach and a flush of excitement through her veins.

A strapless green strip of material, slightly wider than a belt, wrapped around her upper chest, barely covering her prodigious breasts. Further, a wide Phoenix emblem was cut out of the top, ranging from just outside the areola of one breast to the other, exposing a truly indecent amount of cleavage. Only two thin strings connected the garment at the top and bottom of the cut-out emblem. Finally, resting very low on her hips was a green, super micro-mini-skirt, that if people said was scandalously short would be generous, especially since she wasn't wearing anything under it.

Jean looked at herself in the mirror again and felt herself moisten between her legs. She had to resist the urge to rub her bare pussy.

Don't resist.

'Why shouldn't I?' Jean wondered before her right hand snaked under the lower hem of her skirt to massage her pussy lips and tease her clit.

Jean Summers' eyes closed and her head rolled back enjoying the stimulation, her left hand moved to cup her breast, and she stumbled backwards, eventually collapsing onto her marriage bed. Massaging her breast, she rested her heels on the edge of the bed and spread her legs apart while the fingers on her right hand plunged passed her labia and into her now soaking pussy.

Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as Jean frantically finger-fucked herself. Her left hand tweaked one nipple hard and kept groping her tit, heightening her pleasure, as her left hand brought her to a much welcome orgasm. Jean squeezed her tit and screamed in bliss as her pussy clamped down around her thrusting fingers, squirting wildly as she came.

Jean Summers lay on her bed for several minutes enjoying the afterglow of her self-induced orgasm before something on her bed's end-table caught her eye.

As the orgasm induced fog cleared Jean recognized it as a photo. No, not just any photo. It was her wedding photo. In it she seemed so happy, more happy than she was right now. She was beautiful there too, in her wedding gown embraced by her husband Scott with her hands around his. So happy.

She looked at her gloved left hand, and felt the band around her ring finger. Her wedding ring.

Take it off.

'I should take it off.' Jean thought to herself before shaking her head. 'Why?'

Take it off!

'I really should take it off.' She thought as her right hand came up to pull the left glove off before she stopped herself. 'Wait!? What am I thinking?'

Take. It. Off!

'I need to take it off.' Jean thought and pulled the glove off before the metal band caught her eye. It was so simple, and yet meant more to her than anything. She hadn't taken it off since Scott had put it on her finger. 'Stop it Jean!'

TAKE IT OFF!

"NO!" Jean cried out, shutting her eyes and closing her hand into a fist. She curled up onto the bed and held herself for a minute before whispering, "...never..."

It's a symbol of your old life, of your fidelity to him, of your unadulterous nature, your promise to forsake your body to all others. You are offended by such things. You don't need it.

Jean opened her hand, looked at the white gold band and thought 'It's a symbol of my old life, of my fidelity to him, of my unadulterous nature, of my promise to forsake my body to all others.' She suddenly felt a wave of disgust thinking of herself before. 'I don't need it.'

In the very back of her mind a small but truthful voice spoke up, 'It's a symbol of his love for you, to remind you of your love for him. Your heart is his Jean, remember that. It's the only thing you DO need!'

Jean closed her hand into a fist, trapping the ring on her finger. She brought her hand to her lips, pressing them against the metal. Jean Summers closed her eyes, 'I love you Scott Summers. I am your wife! My heart is yours, now and forever.'

Your heart belongs to your husband. But your pussy belongs to the world.

With a smile Jean thought, 'My heart belongs to you my husband. But my pussy belongs to the world.'