Chapter 8: The Day After
Tossing and turning for hours after such a vivid memory, I eventually fell back asleep and slept late into the next morning. When I finally lumbered out of bed, I started some coffee and stepped in to survey my office. Did all that really happen? Sure enough, there were Justine's black panties on the floor with my cum stains on them, along with her sports bra that was wedged in the side of the chair cushion. I grabbed the camera and laptop and set them on the desk. After retrieving the USB cable from the desk drawer, I hooked up the two to download last night's pictures.
After they finished uploading, I flicked through them which brought the events of the prior night vividly back to me. My cock started to stir. It jumped when I got to the last few with Justine covered in cum and then one with her wearing Jenn's panties. I couldn't take this, and Amanda, on top of my dream last night. I needed a distraction.
I broke out of the daze and headed out for a run. I couldn't get yesterday's events out of my mind and I ended up really distracted, running for far longer than I had planned. By the time I was back to the house, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I hadn't had breakfast and it was well past noon.
Walking back in, my phone had been busy getting texts from Justine about lunch. I texted her back:
*Went for a long run- just back- b over in 15
I showered and headed over to Justine and Grant's house. I was relieved that Grant's car was in the driveway and he answered the door.
"You look beat," Grant said. "Did something keep you up late last night?" He was smiling. My god, for all he knew I had fucked his wife last night and he was joking about it.
"Something like that Grant." I smiled and walked in the door.
Justine was behind the island in the kitchen wearing a flowing green sundress which highlighted her assets nicely. Grant headed out the door to the grill that was smoking out on the patio.
"Working tonight, J?" I asked.
"Yep, I got called in. Someone is sick and they need help. You know me, I'm always down for extra hours. I can at least enjoy the day. Burgers should be just about done though," she said pointing to Grant and the patio.
"Uh, so did he get back this morning?" I asked.
"Home before 7:00, after the redeye. He woke me up and made me tell him about last night," she said rather sheepishly.
"Are, uh, things OK with you guys?"
"Absolutely!" she beamed. "He fucked me like an animal about a minute into the story. It was the best sex we've had since... well in over a year." A bit of sadness came over her with her thinking about Jenn. "Look he, I mean we, want to talk about this today. Talk about it together with you."
"Can we not do this right now? It's been a weird couple of weeks for me and this isn't going to make it any less weird."
"Look, Matt. Grant and I talked about this a lot this morning. In detail. Excruciating detail. I wanted to dive deeper into this whole thing. There's this itch that's there and it's slightly different in each of us, but I think it's something that we can all scratch together. I don't want to say anymore without him."
"Hey, J, I'll listen because you both have been there for me and I'm your friend. I won't make any 'scratching' promises though," I hesitated.
There was a minute or two of awkward silence as Justine readied the sides for the burgers and I just sat silently on a chair at the kitchen island.
I finally heard Grant yell, "Burgers are ready!" He sensed the awkwardness quickly as he entered the room.
He looked back and forth to both of us. "Okay, you two. Let's get this out of the way. I'm fine. I said it was fine last night and it's still fine today. We are both in this together and getting something out of this and it sounds like you did too," he said motioning to me. That was the understatement of the year.
Justine jumped in. "Matt, it's exciting, for both of us. I'm kinda hot just thinking about it all. Look at him," she said nodding towards Grant. "I bet he's hard just listening to all of this? Isn't that right?" She said with a wicked grin. Grant didn't move or say a thing.
She continued, "He gets off hearing about me, and I get off..." she looked embarrassed now, "I get off on you, and then on how crazy it makes him. But you want to know what the hottest part is?" She asked seductively, practically purring at me from across the island.
"Tell him," she said with newfound authority. She beckoned him with her finger to her side of the kitchen island.
The room was suddenly in slow motion as Grant walked to her side. Looking at him, she motioned her head and pointed towards me.
"I," he stammered. "I love the feeling of being out of control. It's this indescribable feeling, Matt. The feeling of looking over a cliff and having that sinking feeling, but lower, better," he trailed off.
I opened my mouth to speak and Justine shot me a look that I interpreted as: keep my mouth shut.
"Anything more to say?" she asked in a loving voice.
He was flushed obviously embarrassed about having to say any of this.
Justine stepped in, smiled, and kissed him lovingly on the mouth. "I love you. None of this changes that. I know this is hard. When you told me this morning, that had to be a thousand times harder. It's just Matt. He's still our friend no matter what. It's just me. I'm still your wife no matter what. If you don't say what you really feel, what you really want, you may never have another chance. I'm here with you at every turn. You loved and trusted me enough to share this and I'm, never ever, going to break that trust," she said tearing up.
I wasn't quite sure what this was all about, but it was a beautiful display of love and trust from these two. It put me in a different place thinking back, not all that long ago, about Grant first asking me to fuck Justine. This was entirely something else. I spent too much time worrying about what was good for them when they were trying to tell me what was good for them all along.
"Grant, I was never more attracted to you both physically and mentally than I was this morning. I'm in this with you, for you, for me, and for us. Say it," she said fighting back tears. They embraced tenderly as I stood beside quietly.
Justine stepped back and let out a giant breath. She looked at Grant then glanced at me. I again opened my mouth to speak but got the same look from Justine, telling me to keep quiet.
Grant finally broke the silence, "I get off on the jealousy, the humiliation of her releasing her inner slut in front of me. Something I can't bring out of her. I get off on the embarrassing things she pushes me to do, the things she wants to do, and wants me to see," he said looking at the floor.
"It makes her happy, Matt. It makes her satisfied, deeply. That makes me happy, and it makes me hot. So, fucking hot. It's so hot to know that by doing this, I'm providing for her every need."
Justine closed the distance between them and yanked his gym shorts to the floor revealing Grant in a pair of pink frilly boy shorts that in no way fit him. This cock was straining against the lacy fabric. Holy shit...
Justine raked her fingernails over his bulge looking into his eyes and said, "Do you like wearing these?"
He whispered, "Yes."
"Why do you like wearing these?"
"They keep me hard all day thinking about you."
"What about me are you thinking about?" She asked as she reached under the panties and started blatantly stroking his cock.
"I'm thinking about you fucking Matt," he struggled to say as she picked up the pace of her stroking.
"And?" She asked.
"And dreaming of fucking your sloppy pussy afterward. Wearing your cum soaked panties all day after we fuck. Having you fuck me later with your dildo while I wear those panties," he said sheepishly.
I had this sudden thought, asking myself if all of this was fucking real. I was conflicted, to say the least, but even I was hard listening to Grant confess to all of his secret desires. I looked at Justine standing in front of him, oozing power and confidence while still maintaining the loving touch she so passionately revealed earlier. She hadn't let up stroking Grant's dick and he started to softly moan.
"You don't get to cum yet. You're not finished talking are you?" She demanded of him.
"No," he squeaked and she squeezed his cock suddenly. "I want to watch him take you. I want you to describe every detail to me as he does. I want the truth from you always in those moments. I want him," he pointed at me, "to push me. To push my limits. To push your limits. I want him to use you, to use us for his pleasure. I want you both to make me do bad things."
"I think that's enough for now, honey," she smiled and drastically slowed her stroking.
"That was very good. What about rules? You told me this morning you wanted rules to establish what you don't want."
"I don't want pain, pain play, or marks on my body," he looked up at her intently, "or yours. No one marks or hurts you in any way. You cannot have any type of sex, insertion of any kind, in any part of you without me there, or my consent prior. The text last night was perfect, and thank you, Matt, for being so considerate. It was the last piece that let me open up to her today."
Justine beamed at me uncomfortably, then knelt in front of him pulling his cock out and started to tease the tip with her tongue.
She looked up at him and flatly said, "No one told you to stop, and remember, no one told you to cum."
He was just about to talk when Justine took half his cock into her mouth.
