Slowly Moving On Ch. 12

It's her choice to take it back every time

Fucking remember that, cuck

You can kiss her goodbye, but...

You are not to touch her before she comes over here beyond that, and don't fucking call or text her until she comes back

UNDERSTAND ME?

He quickly replied a simple: Yes

Now thank me nicely for letting you fucking cum again

Another rapid reply:

Thank you sir for letting me cum

I'm sorry for being such a whiny bitch, sir

Smiling, I texted him back:

I'm going to push you this week

I'm going to push you hard and you're going to fucking love it

J and I will send you a few pics this afternoon so ensure you know she's being treated well

Now stop wasting my time and enjoy the rest of your day thinking about what your wife is going to be doing to me

It didn't take long before I got a text from Justine. Just a simple purple devil emoji.

I spent the rest of the morning starting to pack for my conference when I realized it was getting towards noon. Hopping into the shower refreshed me. As I got dressed, a gnawing feeling started to creep into me as deep down I worried about how all of this was going to affect everyone else. Was I being selfish by pursuing all of this at once and what about Grant and Justine's marriage? All these questions, I had no answers for.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Startled out of my thoughts, I let Justine in the house. She was wearing a simple white and black striped flowy sundress that accentuated her ample breasts and her tanned athletic legs. A thought of why Grant would cheat on a woman like this flashed through my head and was quickly dismissed.

"What's for lunch?" she asked.

"I have no idea, J. We are going out to lunch," I quickly replied.

"Ohhh, like a date?"

"Maybe? Just go with it and come on with me," I insisted.

I grabbed my keys, and we hopped in my Wrangler and were quickly in the city.

On the way, after being silent for a long time, Justine spoke, "I'm sorry, Matt. I was a bitch and you didn't deserve it. Jenn was a good wife, a better friend. She just made a mistake. I should never have told you, especially the way I did. I feel awful. I just, I hurt so much and I thought it'd make us that much closer," her voice trailed off.

"I can't imagine what you're going through, but it's fine, J. I think lunch is going to help you a lot, trust me," I said with unknowing confidence.

Hell, I wasn't even sure what was going to happen. After a few silent minutes, Justine broke the silence.

"He fucking loved that this morning. I mean like all of it. He was trembling from excitement the whole time. I asked him afterward how he felt about all of that."

"And?" I asked expectantly.

"And he gave me a huge hug and thanked me for being such a good wife and indulging his fantasies. He was still rock hard poking against me," she said laughing.

"What did you tell him when you left this morning?"

"Ha, I told him that I was leaving to indulge his fantasies, kissed him hard on the mouth and squeezed his hard dick, then left," she said smiling.

I chuckled at that. I guess he was getting what he wanted too.

"J, just do me a favor. Don't let him wear any of Jen's underwear," I heartily laughed as Jen joined in.

"Hahaha," she paused looking at me with a familiar smile. "I'll take that under consideration."

"What did you do to him after you left me last night? I just saw the picture," I asked curiously.

"Honestly, I was drained physically and emotionally. I peeled off my jeans revealing my outfit, and we got on the bed. You saw the pic where I had him clean my dirty panties first. After that, I made him clean the inside of those. I told him about how we had pleased each other as he cleaned them, and me."

"That doesn't sound too awfully bad," I laughed. "I thought you'd be way worse with the way you were talking."

"So, he's licking me and I'm telling him how you did the same thing to me. He got ravenous. I've never seen him like that. Far more attentive to my, uh, needs, then he's been in years. I mean it felt good and he tried, but it didn't get me there. Christ, his jaw is going to be sore today," she laughed. I laughed right along with her.

"After he was done, he snuggled with me and held me. He got sappy, confessing his love. Thanking me for having the courage to do this with him. I mean, stuff he hasn't said or talked to me about in years. It was actually pretty sweet. Then I remembered all those messages," as she said the last part, her voice trailed away and she looked out the Jeep window.

"He got up and got my ring and tried to give it back to me. When I refused, he seemed confused and asked why. I told him I wasn't sure I wanted it back yet. That it was a lot to take in and that he should keep it safe for me."

"Ouch," I added

"Yeah, but he fucking deserved it. I told him we had more to discuss and asked him to consent to Amanda. He didn't blink as he agreed without question. Then he looked at me and asked if you were better than him," she said tentatively.

"What'd ya say to that one?"

"Of course I told him you were better. I did say that he tried harder and that I loved his enthusiasm. Then I gave him a little stab when I said that if he had been that attentive before, maybe things would have been different, and left it at that," she added.

"He's gotta suspect something after that, I'd think?"

"I don't know, but he stayed silent, and hard, cuddled next to me as we fell asleep. Yeah, no idea if he suspects I know, but the ring thing stung. You actually took some of the sting out of that this morning with that texting stunt. How do you think that shit up?"

"No idea. It just came to me," I said honestly.

She responded with a soft laugh, "So, is Amanda going to analyze and fix me over lunch?"

"Hopefully, but I don't have a fucking clue what's going to happen today. She told me to trust her and I do."

We sat silently for the majority of the rest of the ride and made it to the address which was a very upscale apartment building and some very expensive cars in the parking garage below the building. I looked at my texts to find the apartment number and it happened to be on the 14th floor which I pressed once in the elevator.

"Nice place," Justine quipped. "This doesn't look like a restaurant," she added flippantly.

For all of her charms, her wit I enjoyed the most, and I smiled inwardly to myself without responding to her. The elevator opened and we headed down the hallway to the apartment number and knocked on the door.

The door opened and Amanda was suddenly in the doorway smiling. I looked over at Justine, I think she saw the strawberry blonde flash before her eyes that she had only seen her on my TV, and she was flushed in the face. Amanda ushered us inside to a very large living room with expansive views out beyond the city.

Amanda was dressed casually in a pair of slim-fit jeans, a torso hugging Rolling Stones t-shirt, and her hair up in a pony-tail. I was admiring her shapely ass when she stopped suddenly and turned just a few steps in.

"You must be Justine? I've heard so much about you," she said as she smiled as she reached out to shake Justine's hand.

"And you," she beamed at me. "Welcome to my home," she embraced me with a big hug and as we broke the embrace she tilted her head and she kissed me aggressively while tracing a hand down to my crotch.

As the kiss broke, I looked over at Justine who's mouth was agape and looking at our surprise. Once again, I was in another completely fucked up situation with two women that I'd seen intimately in the last two days. Rapidly, my cock stirred to life from the overstimulation and anticipation of what, I didn't know.

Amanda gave me a crooked smile and turned her attention back to Justine. She stepped to her, gently grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her, all the while she used her other hand to stroke her pussy over her sundress in a very similar way to how she greeted me.

Justine's eyes shot open and went wide as Amanda broke the kiss. She exhaled as if she was coming up for air after being underwater for a long time.

Amanda softly laughed looking at me then back to Justine and crooned, "I didn't want you to be jealous of me."

Justine blushed and I watched her unconsciously lick her lips. Amanda flashed a wide grin.

"What's a matter? Haven't you ever kissed a girl?" she joked as Justine remained flustered.

Amanda continued to lead us into the living room with modern grey couches surrounding a very sleek white coffee table. Justine kept stealing glances at me nervously as I was having trouble walking after watching these two hotly kiss.

We all sat down, Amanda crossed her legs, turned to Justine, and started in again, "Let's get this all out in the open now. Justine, I think you realize how special Matt is. I'm not going to take him away from you. He's a part of your life and he might not admit it but he loves you dearly."

Hearing her say this, gave me pause before I realized she'd been listening to me for a year. She probably knew me better than I did.

"This isn't a competition for his love, Justine. I know, you might not believe me. You don't even know me beyond that video you saw of me and anything Matt has told you. That was a very personal and emotional time for me on that video I shared with both of you. What I didn't know is how beyond hurt you've been," she said calmly but with genuine warmth.

"I can imagine the heartbreak of knowing you're being cheated on. The drive for revenge that's fueling you, thinking that you weren't enough for your husband. I'm telling you that all stops now. Matt and I both know, in our own way what that feels like. You saw what it did to me, and I'm sure you saw what it did to him when you told him about Jenn." This was Dr. Atkins at her best.

She continued, "The lashing out and the jealousy, Justine, is not acceptable. You can confide in either one of us, vent your frustrations, cry, kick scream, or whatever you need to do, but lashing out at anyone other than Grant helps no one including yourself. I'm sure Matt would have eventually found out, but the way you orchestrated that was uncalled for."

"I know. I felt it rip me apart when I saw what it turned him into. I understand," she said with each word dripping of raw emotion.

This was like watching tennis as I was glancing back and forth between the two women sitting there. Justine had been taking it all in skeptically, until the last part. Something there had penetrated her.

"Unfortunately, Matt and I know so much more about heartbreak. You lost your best friend, but we lost our loves. You lost Grant, but he's not gone. You can get him back, back on your terms." She paused and looked at us both with such earnest compassion.

"We can all help each other here. You can have him," she pointed to me, "and you can have what you want out of your marriage."

"And just how are you going to do that?" Justine inquired skeptically.

Amanda smiled wide, leaned forward, took Justine's hand that was sitting on her lap, and looked deep into her hazel brown eyes.

"Because, Matt loves you, and you love him, and you're not going to give Grant a real choice," she said matter of factly.

Amanda took Justine's hand, brought it to her face, kissed her wrist, and held it there against the side of her face.

"And because you want to watch. You want to watch me with Matthew, just like you watched me and my husband in the video. You want to watch me turn Grant into the husband you need him to be for you. And, I'm fairly certain, you'll want to watch me as I do things to you, and you'll want to watch me as you do things to me," she softly purred.

"A drink?" Amanda suddenly asked breaking the tension.

She whisked herself away to the kitchen grabbing a pitcher of dark red liquid with copious fruit bobbing in it.

"Sangria?" she asked expectantly. We both nodded our approval.

I got up and grabbed the pitcher for her, putting it on the white modern coffee table, as she brought the wine glasses over. Amanda filled our glasses and sat in-between us.

"To new beginnings, and new friends," she announced, tapping both of our glasses with hers.

After a few sips, she looked expectantly at Justine.

"What do you think?" she asked as she slyly put her hand on Justine's knee.

"It's delicious," she quickly replied and glanced at the hand sliding up her thigh.

"You know, Matt's been awfully good to you," she scooted ever closer to Justine. "I think he might deserve a reward. Maybe an appetizer before the main course?"

Justine did not respond, her neck reddened and breath quickened.

"Tell me, have you ever been touched like this by a woman?" she throatily asked.

I was riveted by the scene in front of me. My hard cock was trying to escape from its prison. I wanted to be closer, but I sat silent and still as if Medusa herself had turned me to stone. Well, maybe she had just turned part of me to stone.

Justine gulped hard and licked her lips as, "No," escaped from her.

Amanda smiled as she turned her head back at me and playfully winked. She brought her other hand up to Justine's face. With the back of her index finger, she traced her chin from her ear down ending on the tips of her lips with the point of her finger. Justine gave it a loving kiss.

Amanda pulled back and sipped her sangria again. It reminded me of how my mouth was suddenly very dry, and I instinctively sipped on mine. As I glanced back, they were silently engaged in a visual tete-a-tete, each eyeing each other up seductively. Amanda especially so, almost stalking her prey.

Amanda turned to face me as if looking for some sign.

Snapping to, I mustered my best seductive commanding voice, "She's going to kiss you now, Justine."

Justine's lips parted as she looked away from me and to Amanda. Amanda leaned in as she gently held the back of Justine's neck. Their lips met, as it started tenderly. Amanda let Justine explore her lips at her own pace. As their kiss continued, something in Justine snapped, and she began devouring Amanda with the force that she had kissed me with the night before. I felt lightheaded and unable to breathe due to the scene in front of me, and I squirmed uncomfortably on the couch, just three feet away from them. Just as quickly as it had started, Amanda pulled away, stood and took two steps towards me, and promptly sat on my lap. She shifted against my hardness.

Like a Cheshire cat, Amanda sat on my lap with a grin. She brought her hand up to my chin and caressed the two-day-old stubble she found there.

"You, dear Matthew. You've been such a good boy. Far better than I hoped for. Far better than I deserve. I have high hopes for you, for us, and that all starts today," she said huskily and then came at me for a peck on the cheek.

"Go to her," she softly requested.

Amanda stood and stepped aside from me. Justine and I looked at each other expectantly. We got up simultaneously, as if on cue, meeting each other halfway. I brought her into my arms and hugged her whispering into her ear, "I going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of you and even Grant. We're going to get through this. Now just give yourself to the moment."

Leaning back we both shared a hungry look and in no time we were locked together, tongues, hands, bodies exploring each other. We stood like this as time stood still until I turned her back towards me to face Amanda. I was massaging her tits with one hand, kissing her neck, and hiking her black and white sundress with my other hand running up her thigh.

Amanda took a few steps towards us with a playful smile. Closing the distance, she went right for the opposite side of her neck from the one I was kissing and started her assault on it with her mouth, working eventually to her earlobe. Justine purred. Amanda's hand met mine on the inside of Justine's thigh and she urgently pushed me higher to her panty-clad pussy.

"Mmmm," Justine purred again.

"There's so much to share here," Amanda whispered into her ear. "Will you share him with me?" she asked.

My hand was now furiously working Justine's pussy over her panties and she was pushing her hips back into me.

"Yesss," she hissed lovingly to Amanda.

Justine grabbed her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss as I continued to work her down below.

Abruptly, Amanda stepped back, and spoke, "I won't disappoint you," she softly laughed.

I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Justine, or maybe both of us, but I didn't doubt her statement. She whipped out her phone and started to take pictures of our embrace.

"A few pics for Grant I think?" she asked in a naughty voice.

"Are you two hungry?"

She didn't wait for an answer and started walking around out of the open-plan apartment into the kitchen. I wondered if we should be following her. That thought was quickly erased as she looked at us expectantly.

"I'm going to get lunch ready. You two, entertain, yourselves until I call you. Alright?"

She left through the hallway behind the kitchen without another word. Justine turned back to me and smiled.

"Where the fuck did she go? She didn't go in that kitchen, so is there, like, another kitchen in this place?" Justine asked with a chuckle.

"What the fuck did you get us into here, Matthew?" she asked drawing out my full name like Amanda for it's mocking effect.

"I didn't see you complaining. I thought you were going to suck the tongue out of her mouth there, J. Fuck that was hot," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I noticed," she grabbed the bulge in my pants.

I returned the favor with my hand feeling her wetness through her panties, "I see you're happy to be here as well."

She kept rubbing my crotch, "I wonder who you're hard for?"

"Ha," I choked. "Can you blame me? I mean, you and Amanda here. Jesus. I didn't know you had that in you, Justine. I mean Jenn before the wedding in that hotel room taking pictures was one thing, but what you just shared with her there was something completely different," I laughed nervously.

"I put an ice-cold drinking glass to Jenn's vagina, Matt. I think that was another ballpark altogether," she rolled her eyes at me. I instinctively looked up as I heard a door somewhere distant in the apartment open.

"Justine," I heard Amanda beckon. "Could you come help me?"

Justine looked at me suspiciously. I shrugged my shoulders, professing my continued ignorance of apparently anything in my life right now. She pulled away from me and followed Amanda's voice.

Just before I heard the door close, Amanda yelled, "Hang out in the living room and we'll be out shortly. Oh and stay away from the door. We all know how that got you into trouble in the past, don't we?"