I'd been tasked to watch a video of my therapist having sex with her dead husband and a random stranger they'd met in a bar. If that wasn't enough, I'd been told to watch it with my dead wife's best friend, who along with the help of her husband, has been trying to get me to fuck her for the last two weeks. To say this has been an eventful twenty-four hours would be a massive understatement.
Everything was running through my head on the drive away from Amanda's office. Today had been a whirlwind of unreleased tension. I replayed the last ten hours in my head, and still could not make any sense of it. The only thing that was making sense at the moment was my primal need to release all of this tension within me. I unlocked my phone and called Justine as I was driving.
"Hey you," she mockingly answered. "Called to check in on our progress? I hadn't expected to hear from you so soon. I thought you needed some time?"
"Hi, J. Look, a lot of shit went down in therapy today and I need to talk to you both as friends. None of this, whatever the fuck we were doing earlier today. I'm driving home now. Can I text you when I get home and we can meet at my place? Please?" I pleaded.
"Uh, that's good. I'm, uh, sorry, Matt. We're always here for you," she said in a conciliatory tone.
"Great J. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Thanks," and I hung up the phone not waiting for a reply. I hadn't meant to be curt, but I didn't want the questions that were inevitably coming next. I also didn't want the bullshit sexcapades right off the bat when they showed up at my door. I figured I'd save that until later.
I spent the rest of the drive silently trying to convince myself that I was about to manipulate this situation for everyone's good and not just mine. I wasn't very successful at that.
*****
Justine and Grant had showed up to my house five minutes after I had gotten home and texted. I wanted the conversation to be on my turf, so to speak. This made getting rid of Grant easier if we got to the point of watching what was on the flash drive.
We eventually all settled into the living room after Justine had raided the liquor cabinet and made us all stiff vodka tonics.
I took a sip of the drink and started in, "I don't know exactly where to start. The short of it is that I found someone. Someone, I think I feel something for. Someone that knows exactly where I'm coming from."
Justine quickly cut in, "I'm sorry, Matt. All of this with Grant and I, it's getting in the way of that, isn't it? We got caught up in this thing, and it doesn't leave you room for something real with someone else."
"Yes, and no, and I don't really know. It's fucking complicated, but I think we can have it all. Let me explain."
I spent the next few minutes explaining my situation with Amanda. When I got to the part about busting in on her masturbating, I conveniently left out the detail that she had set me up to see that. There were a lot of questions from both Grant and Justine. I felt bad leaving them in the dark about the setup and the story that Amanda had told me about her and Dan. The sad reality was, I was weaving the story to create the outcome I wanted with Justine and Grant.
As I wound down the story and finished my drink I went in for the clincher, "Amanda knows about all of this. She's listened to me the last few weeks talking about the both of you. She took a risk and committed malpractice to try to be with me. From what she told me, she and her husband had similar experiences to what you want. She wants to be a part of it and she essentially told me that much," I said as I surveyed the room for a reaction. Both Justine and Grant were hanging on every word.
"I've known you both for a long time. I trust both of you more than anyone else I have in my world right now. I'm willing to have this adventure with the both of you, but she's got to be an option to go along for the ride. I need the emotional piece to all this, it can't just all be kinky sex or I'm afraid I'll end up alone and empty."
Looking up at the two of them sitting on my couch, they tentatively looked at each other. Then Grant broke the silence, "I understand, Matt. I think I speak for both Justine and me when I say that we want you to be happy. Nothing will replace Jenn, but moving on, especially with someone that understands your pain is important. We can put this thing on hold or even on the shelf until you sort things out with her."
Justine jumped in, "I want the best for you, Matt," she stammered. "We," she turned to look at Grant, "want the best for you. We'd be happy to go forward however you want us to."
Their dedication to me was touching. They had bared it all to me earlier in the day, and now they were willing to set it all aside to do whatever was best for me. Hell, I didn't know what the best was for me right now. I did know that I wanted to explore it with all three of them. I still struggled with the thought that I had manipulated the situation to get Justine and Grant to this point, but I pushed on anyway.
"That means a lot to me, from both of you," I stood up from my chair and walked to the couch to get and came in for an awkward bro-hug with Grant. Justine stood up and hugged me close.
"Now that all this is kind of settled, I agree to all of your rules you set forth earlier today."
Grant and Justine looked at each other confused.
"Yeah, I know. I'm all over the fucking place right now, but I've been fucking teased over and over today and now it's about fucking me, literally. Grant, this is your last chance. I'm going to give you and Justine what you want, tonight. You can still-"
"Nope," Grant interrupted. "Matt, I keep telling you I want this," he looked meekly to his wife, "and she wants this. Please?"
"Please what, Grant? Spell it out." I flatly uttered.
"I want you to make her happy. Please her however she wants. I don't want you to hold back, with her or with me."
The struggle within me was rapidly dissipating. I was giving them what they wanted. Grant had just so eagerly rolled over and practically begged me. I gave him every out. My animal desires were in full control now and I couldn't help myself.
"Justine, what do you want? Grant wants you to make you happy and have me please you however you like. What do you really want? What's going to please you?"
"I fucking want it all, Matt. I want that goldilocks cock in me right fucking now," she begged wantonly.
"Alright Grant," I said quickly switching my tone, "I'm going to do unspeakably naughty things to your wife tonight. Now go on and give your wife a kiss and tell each other whatever you need to before I show you what a mistake you have made."
Grant tentatively leaned over to kiss Justine. She responded by giving him a passionate kiss but broke it off quickly. Justine looked him straight into the eyes.
"You sure?" She asked and he shook his head slowly, but affirmatively.
"I love you," he replied and they kissed again.
What came next caught me completely off guard, "Hold out your hand," Justine demanded.
Grant did so without hesitation, like he knew what was coming next. Justine looked at her wedding ring on her left ring finger and hesitated. You could see the struggle within her at that very moment. The pause was brief and the fleeting struggle was replaced with a mischievous smile as she pulled off her ring and placed it gently into Grant's hand.
As she folded his hand around the ring she glanced at me as she must have recognized my confused state and spoke, "This was part of our deal. I'm not his when he has this ring. When I come back to him, I have to confess all that I've done. I tell him all the sordid details and then I have to ask him to take me back."
It seemed a bit extreme to me, but they seemed to have worked it out already. I wasn't going to argue the point and just the spectacle was making me hard. Let's face it, after the day I'd had, just my dick brushing up against my boxers was torture. I decided to push the envelope and give Grant what I thought he had asked me for.
"Come here, Grant," I sternly commanded and he dutifully trudged over towards me meekly. "You need to ask me."
He looks bewildered and then shot a glance at Justine, then back towards me.
"Huh?" he muttered.
"Grant you need to ask me, nicely, to please your wife." There was no physical or verbal response for a few seconds. "NOW, damn it! This is not a fucking joke. This is exactly what you wanted, and you are going to get that and more," I barked pointing to Justine with my index finger.
"Look at her. She just gave you your fucking ring back. She just told you that you weren't enough, that she needed more."
I paused and surpassed an inner smirk. Here I was putting on a show for them and it was working. Grant was becoming red in the face, and if I had to guess, he was probably rock hard. This was having a similar effect on me. The power and control was making me painfully aroused. I realized what Justine had said about this being intoxicating. Fleetingly, I was concerned about this getting addictive.
Before he had a chance to process his new position between us, I continued, "She needs more than you, and now you have to pull up whatever balls you have left and ask me to give her what she fucking needs."
He stammered, "I, uh, I need...". I gave him an exasperated look and twirled my finger impatiently, motioning him to speed it up. Grant mustered what strength he had left and continued, "Do it. Give her all the carnal pleasure she needs." There was an ounce of determination in his last words.
