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I roll and look over to the phone seeing a missed call from Grant. Probably wondering where I am. Great….Chapter 3: A Show From MemoryI got up and showered the cold sweat off and eventually called Grant back.“I’m sorry man. I passed out when I got home. Your call woke me up.”“You sure this doesn’t have anything to do with what we talked about earlier?”“No, just exhausted from the day. I’m going to take a pass on tonight. Some stuff came up at the doctor’s today that’s got my head spinning. Tell Justine that I’m sorry.” I promptly hung up the phone before he could argue with a reply.I didn’t need any more off the wall shit today, but that just wasn’t in the cards.About an hour later as I was just finishing making some eggs for dinner there was a knock on the door. I at first ignored it as I thought it was Grant, but the knock came again along with a female voice.“Matt let me in damn it. I brought you dinner.” It was Justine. FUCK I didn’t want to do this.I went to the front door and was about to grab the handle when it opened. They had an extra key and she had used it. There was a very tired looking Justine who was holding a tin foil-covered plate.“I brought dinner to you since you skipped out on us tonight. It’s lasagna and it’s damn tasty.”“Thanks, J. But I was just making eggs.”“Breakfast dinner, eh? I think you’ll find this much more satisfying,” she said as she just filed right past me and down the hall into the kitchen.It took me a second to react and I turned to follow her. I found her in the kitchen grabbing a fork from the drawer and heading towards the mushroom omelet that I had just finished.“Jenn loved your omelets.” Great, we were going to have another trip down memory lane. This was not what I needed today. She took the fork and had a bite, then unwrapped the tin foil covering the plate she brought.“This is delicious. Mind if we swap plates?” I didn’t know if that was an implied reference to my earlier conversation with Grant or not.“Be my guest. Do I need to heat this up?’ I said grabbing the plate.“No, it should be still warm,” she said through a mouthful of eggs.“So, Grant told me you guys talked today.”“Um, yeah,” I replied awkwardly.“Look, there is a lot more going on than you know here. Things haven’t been the best for me either since Jenn died,” I nodded. “She was my best friend, Justine.”I felt bad we really hadn’t spoken much about this in the past year. One of us always avoided the topic one way or another. Jenn and Justine had been college roommates and friends well before I had ever met her. I remember first meeting Justine and getting the best friend once over to make sure I was good enough for Jenn. The three of us were close since that day and eventually, Justine ended up the maid of honor at our wedding.“So, what’s this all about?” I said through a bite of the lasagna. “I’m trying to get through this, but I don’t think your solution helps, do you?”“Eh, it’s a long story, Matt. Jenn and I were really close you know?” she shot me a sideways glance with that.“Um, Yeah?” I didn’t know where this was leading.“Well, she and I shared a lot. A lot about ourselves and, well, everything.”“OK? esat escort bayan Was there something going on between the two of you or something?” Oh god had I missed this the whole time?“No, no, no! Well not really. It’s not that! We just shared a lot about each other’s lives. Including our sex lives. Um, like, your sex life and it was… it was really hot. I envied you guys and what you had, and sort of lived through the stories she told me about the two of you.” I was blushing now. Fuck, how many intimate details did Justine know about me? I couldn’t move and I had even stopped chewing. What the fuck was going on today?“I know she got off telling me. She knew how it affected me and how I hung on every detail. You know she had that sexy exhibitionist streak and I think telling me satisfied that to some extent. It started when she told me what happened after I left your little boudoir photo session before the wedding, and it evolved from there. It was like I was feeding off that energy and needed it. I never really told Grant much, but whenever she shared anything with me, I’d take my pent-up desire and release it on him and he loved it. You were there a couple of times. You saw me, you knew what you were doing then.” She gave me a wry smirk with that, but I couldn’t respond. I was frozen there hearing that all my most intimate secrets were shared with her.“Things haven’t been the greatest in bed for a while with me and Grant, especially after Jenn died.” She wrinkled her nose with that last part. “I know for a fact you haven’t got back on the horse yet either and it’s been well over a year now. I just thought… well, we just thought that this might solve all of our problems at once.”“My wife died. I don’t need to fuck her best friend to get back on the horse. What the hell are you guys thinking?” I was pretty short with that retort.“Remember the ski house?” My face was on fire now. My god, is that what led up to what happened up there? I swallowed hard and nodded my head yes.“She told me about how you had fucked her the night before, not ten feet from us in the room next door. She told me the details, the dirty talk, the slutty things you told her that next night on the couch with me watching.” She was getting flushed and breathing harder now. “How you made her do things she didn’t know she wanted to do… How she did dirty things to you afterward…”I was so embarrassed as all of the memories of that night came back to me.*****I remember that night vividly. We were exhausted from skiing and had a few drinks late that night with Justine and Grant before heading to bed. We were in the large common room of the rented condo that had three couches in a U-shaped pattern around the room. The front of the room had a granite gas fireplace that was lazily pumping out heat into the room making us even more sleepy. Above the fireplace was a big screen TV where a Westworld episode was winding down.I looked over and both Justine and Grant were passed out on the opposite couch. Justine was sleeping in Grant’s lap covered in a fleece throw blanket. Grant was reclined on the Escort etimesgut couch with head tilted back and mouth wide open snoring softly.I was happy with passing out and I thought Jenn was dozing off but as I laid on my side with her on her side behind me, she started rubbing my back. This is how it usually started in bed when she was looking for a little something. I was intrigued since our best friends were about 10 feet away from us on the other couch. She kept rubbing her hand on my back and slowly inching closer. Her mouth met the back of my neck with the lightest of kisses.“Someone’s a little frisky tonight?” I told her“It might be the wine?” she said huskily.I reached behind me and started caressing her. I started right behind her knee and slowly worked my way up.“You know they are just right there, right? They could wake up at any time,” I whispered.I looked back and with a wry grin she whispered back, “We’re under the covers and look at Grant, he’s dead to the world.”I thought I was sure as hell game if she was, but I had just one problem. “I’ll be right back hun.” With that, I quietly got up and headed to the bathroom. The drinks from earlier were catching up with me. When I got back she was sleeping, or at least it looked that way. Our friends hadn’t moved an inch and now Grant was loudly snoring. As I crept back under the covers, I discovered my wife’s ruse as she had only been feigning sleep. Her bulky hooded sweatshirt was off leaving her in a thin t-shirt and no bra. I also found my wife’s hand between her legs over her yoga pants.“Getting more comfortable?” I asked.“I was hot,” she whispered back with that pouty lower lip that I loved.I finished creeping in behind her on the couch and started to kiss the back of her neck while I pushed my now raging hard-on into her tights clad ass. As I was nestling in I also noticed her thong underwear just under my hip and decidedly not on her body. I kissed my way up to her ear and hissed into it, “You’re so naughty doing this in front of your best friend, aren’t you? They could wake up anytime and catch you, couldn’t they?” With that, she gave the slightest of nods.“I don’t think you can keep quiet enough,” I continued as I traced my hand down her arm to where she was rubbing her pussy through her tights. I dove under her hand with mine and found she was on fire and her covered mound was steamy.“Someone’s being bad, aren’t they?” I asked and again she nodded in response. “Took the opportunity to take your panties off already, didn’t you? You are such a little slut. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” She nodded again as I playfully nibbled on her earlobe.“Yesssss,” She purred.As I adjusted, I looked up as Grant’s snoring was worsening. I thought I saw Justine move but as I looked, it was just her chest rising and falling with her breathing. I returned my attention to Jenn. I started slowly tracing a line with my finger from her belly button down over her pussy. The lower I got she started to adjust her legs as to give me a bit more room to work. This also allowed me to go lower and trace all the way down the crack etlik escort of her ass. As I got here she softly moaned.“Be quiet,” I whispered. “If you can’t be quiet, I have ways of making you quiet,” I said playfully.“You’re driving me crazy. I can’t help it,” she whispered back.With that, I increased the pressure of my fingers against her pussy and started to aggressively rub up and down her covered slit. At one point, I went lower and pressed into the pucker of her asshole and surprisingly she pushed her as right back towards my fingers. This was a rarity for her. I only got ass play occasionally and usually when she was good and drunk, which I didn’t think she was currently. I kept this up for what she must have thought was an eternity. She was lost in the moment and started to moan a little too loudly.“Last warning. Shhhhhh,” I whispered. And with that, I started grinding my hand into her pussy in a circular motion paying particular attention to her tights covered clit. I knew what I was doing here and she was loving it. She was rocking her hips to meet my motions and by doing this rubbing her ass into my rock-hard cock.“Ahhhhrg,” She moaned again.I moved my hand from between her legs and lifted myself up to grab her panties from underneath my hip. Before she knew what was happening I swiftly brought them to her face and stuffed them into her mouth.“That should keep you quiet. You brought this on yourself,” I whispered into her ear. “Next time we stop all together. Understand?” She nodded again as I went back to teasing her pussy. I continued to kiss her neck working my way to her jaw. She was breathing rapidly while her hand was caressing her breasts. I had only pulled the panties in the mouth trick once before and that was one of the hottest times we’ve ever had in all of our years together. I’m not sure what made me do it then and I wasn’t sure why now, but looking at her with her eyes closed and her thong half sticking out of her mouth was driving me crazy.Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Justine had her eyes open. She wasn’t moving but she was definitely awake. I kept up as if I hadn’t noticed. Looking at Jenn with her eyes closed, she was blissfully unaware and I wasn’t going to stop. Maybe I could push her over the edge with this tonight.“Help me pull these down a bit,” I whispered into her ear as I started tugging on her tights. With that, she helped me pull the tights down over her very shapely ass. She took the opportunity to take one of her hands and started rubbing my cock through my shorts.I used the same approach as I had used teasing her over her tights. I traced over her sensitive areas and let my fingers wander everywhere. First with light touches then more firmly over time. At one point, I again wandered to her little puckered hole and circled it. She once again pushed back against me and I obliged by pressing my finger firmly against it but not penetrating.“Such a little slut,” I playfully hissed into her ear. She did not reply as the panties were still lodged in her mouth. She did continue to lowly moan.It was about this time that I looked up. Justine was caught, or maybe a better way to put it was that I was caught. Our eyes met. I thought she’d close them and feign sleep but she didn’t she just kept looking. Looking over her arm was moving in a rhythmic motion under the covers. My god, she was touching herself watching us. My head just about exploded.
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