The collective effects of the last twenty-four hours were palpable. I was sitting next to Justine on the couch, and she was masturbating furiously as the video ended. I was painfully hard, and my balls ached from being aroused without release all day. This was a powder keg of desire ready to explode.
"I have an idea," I announced to Justine.
"Oh, I have a thousand fucking ideas. They all include getting that cock of yours into me," she said in whimpered desperation.
The look on her face was one of wanton lust, as he continued to stroke herself in her unzipped and unbuttoned jeans. Justine started to lean in closer. The heat of her skin from her t-shirt exposed arm seared into my own arm.
I quickly thought of a tactic to delay our physical assault on each other's bodies, without going against Amanda's advice, and possibly crushing Grant's soul. Needing to act fast before the embers were fanned into an inferno, I stood up from the couch and took a few steps away from Justine. My movement broke the spell of her self pleasure as she suddenly realized I was no longer next to her.
"No, you fucking don't. Get the fuck back here. You're not leaving me to do myself two nights in a row," she desperately exclaimed.
"You're right J. I'm going to get you off tonight and you better fucking get me off in return, but we have to do what's best for Grant. What do you have on under there?" I asked.
"Uh, we were in for the night, and I just threw this on thinking we were coming over here to talk as friends."
She whipped off her t-shirt revealing a simple cotton white bra. Her zeal continued as she quickly unpeeled her jeans from her legs exposing matching white cotton panties with a visible wet spot of her arousal. I quickly grabbed her hand pulling her off the couch before she could react. She walked with me hand and hand down the hallway to the bedroom without a word spoken between us.
I slowly let her hand go and looked at her once more. The tension arced like electricity throughout the room as we stared at each other.
"In there," I dryly said, pointing to the closet. "Find something to wear, in there."
Justine opened her mouth to say something, as if to mount a silent protest, but ended up just nodding her head at me.
"I'll be out in the kitchen getting a drink. Take your time. Come out and get me when you're ready," I said as I walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind me without looking back at her.
Through the door, I heard her yell, "Make sure you get your fucking camera if we're going to do this!"
I chuckled to myself and made a side trip to the office to retrieve my Nikon and headed into the kitchen. As I reached for the Jonny Walker, I had a notion that this called for the good stuff and reached in the way back for the Glenmorangie that had been a treasured gift from my mother upon my father's death. What would he think of all of this and how far I had fallen?
The cold marble of the kitchen island chilled my hand as I recalled many lust-filled nights that had started here. Jenn was my North Star and now I was adrift, struggling to find my new world. The realization that I had been hiding for the better part of the year washed over me. I had lived more in the last two weeks than I had since losing Jenn, but I still had no idea what was right or wrong anymore. Sipping on the incredibly smooth whiskey dulled the ache of that thought slightly. That was replaced by the thought of Grant sitting in his house waiting for Justine to come back. Sitting there with her ring that she had just snatched right off her finger and handed him without an ounce of remorse.
The bedroom door opened and I snapped out of my loathsome self-reflection. Hearing the click of heels on the hardwood floor from the hallway, my heartbeat quickened. It sounded like Justine had found something suitable to wear from Jenn's closet. She turned into the kitchen from the hallway and stopped to lean against the entryway folding her arms across her bare chest.
"So, you're not going to fuck me are you?" she teased.
"No, I think not, Justine," I retorted dryly.
"What should we do about all of this then," Justine said as she stood upright, feet apart and hands now on her hips.
She was naked from the waist up. Her chest and stomach was perfectly taut and tan with her quarter-sized aureoles taunting me. Justine was wearing a pair of Jenn's black boyshorts panties with white polka dots that perfectly outlined her shapely hips and toned thighs. Below them was just a few inches of tan thigh was exposed as the rest of her legs were encased in black stockings with white polka dots that matched the panties. I remembered Jenn wearing this exact combination. Rounding off the ensemble was Jenn's shiny black shoes with the red soles adorning Justine's feet. It was having it's intended effect on me as I was quickly hard again.
"You're thinking about her aren't you? Reminds you," she paused looking knowingly at me. "It reminds me of her too. I almost cried putting this on, but I had to laugh. I couldn't fit these," she grabbed her breasts with both of her hands, "into the bra that matches. I didn't think you'd mind me not wearing it." She was laughing softly now.
"Well, you certainly have her beat there," I laughed.
An easy and friendly smile came over Justine's face as she walked towards me. She stopped short, just before where I was standing, took the tumbler from the island and took a good-sized sip.
"Oh my," she exclaimed. "I'm worth the good stuff tonight, I guess?"
"Help yourself. It was my fathers," I added.
An uncomfortable and uneasy silence fell onto the kitchen island. Justine was less than a foot away, slowly sipping on the whiskey both topless and in my wife's panties, stockings, and heels. It was surreal. Finally, it struck me to grab the camera and start taking photographs of the scene in front of me. Justine was a natural beauty and was now leaning on the table drinking whiskey. I clicked the shutter several times as she slowly started to play to me or the camera, I couldn't tell.
Justine suggestively bent further over the island splaying her ample tits flat on the cold marble. She turned her head away from me and arched her back suggestively as I continued to hit the shutter buttons. Eventually, she whipped her head back towards me and laughed softly.
"It's not the first time we've done this," she smiled suggestively.
"Should I get the ice?" I asked.
"Maybe later," Justine replied.
She finished all but the last sip and handed the tumbler back to me to finish.
I gulped the smooth drink down and felt my pent up need rise within my entire body. To hell with everyone and fuck what anyone else thinks...
I roughly grabbed her by the hip and pulled her into my body, brushing my bulge against her. We each leaned towards one another and kissed passionately. I could still taste the whiskey on her, which mixed with the smell of her deliciously. Just as quickly as I had brought her in, I broke the embrace nudging her back.
"Go to the bedroom, get on your knees on the rug next to the bed and wait for me like a good girl. Understand?"
Justine looked at me a bit puzzled but complied with the command. I let her walk out, watching her muscular back, tight ass, and toned legs lead out of the room too mesmerized to take pictures. Making my way to the living room I grabbed my phone and the camera, then headed into the bedroom. She was on her knees next to the bed and as our eyes met, she licked her lip suggestively.
Something in me nudged my conscious to make one more attempt to give her an out. I walked up to her and kneeled directly in front of her grabbing her hands into mine while looking into the two pools of hazel staring back at me.
"You sure about this? I feel like I keep asking, but this right here is going a step further. This is just you and me J. No one else. You sure you want this?"
She squeezed my hands and leaned forward to kiss me. Our mouths met and our tongues explored one another as she brought one of her hands to my face to tenderly caress me.
"I want this, every cell of me wants this. Grant wants it too. He fucking deserves this. I love the fact that you keep worrying about me. I know you truly care for me. You want the best for me, and I love you for that," she said passionately.
This was touching to hear from her, but I couldn't help to feel that something was just slightly off with what she said. She sounded somewhat vengeful towards Grant, which is something I hadn't picked up on prior to this. I'd have to explore that at some point int he near future, but I had more urgent needs.
Ascending to my feet, I walked to the closet, turned and spoke, "Do you have anything else to say to me? I'd say it now, because I plan to turn you into a whimpering mess now," I smiled inwardly. That wasn't all I had planned.
"Ohhhhh," she hissed. "Look at you all being all alpha again. That makes me so fucking wet, Matt."
I surveyed the closet and found Jenn's underwear drawer. I had only been in here once since Jenn died. It was something that had been too hard to cleanout. Everything in here reminded me of a moment, a memory, a stab into my chest. I pulled a black satin thong from the drawer and returned to the room finding Justine still on her knees topless, looking to me for some clue of what was to come.
"I think that's quite enough fucking talk out of you," I bellowed as I strode quickly towards her.
"What are you going to do with, mmrphhh." Stuffing the panties into her mouth had cut her off.
Smiling I continued, "That's better."
I lifted her to her feet and roughly, but playfully, pushed her face down on the bed. From behind, I pushed myself into her and used my hands to spread her legs bringing her stomach flat onto the bed. The black boyshorts with the white polka dots framed her ass beautifully. Her toned ass was taunting me, so I playfully spanked it. Justine let out a muffled moan. I grabbed the Nikon and took a few good snaps making sure she looked back at me with the thong stuffed in her mouth.
