Chapter 10 - Episode: A Walk with the Missuses, Just a Walk

Well... Jack and Alex, Jack Andrews and Alex Amberly, had asked him to keep an eye on their wives while they were away... Now might be as good a time as ever to look in on that. He rolled his shoulders once and yawned as let Drip out to play around for a little while. The little slime slurped up back into her habitat happily without a fuss. She was really well behaved, strange.

Should I though? He wondered. I mean, isn't it weird, a single guy hanging out with the wives of two guys he just sort of ran into? Isn't it weird of them to trust me? Barely knowing me? He thought about what Gene had wrote about Belle telling the whole floor about him and his circumstances; while she was drunk, though. Maybe they figure I'm harmless? A cuck? He shakes his head. No. They seemed genuine enough when I spoke to them, though I was pretty high at the time... He admits to himself as he pulls his dresser open. 

He pulled on clothes more suitable to walking around town in the afternoon, layers suited for the afternoon chill, and stepped out his door with a confident smile on his face. God, Don't let me fuck this up. Was the first thought in his head as he turned right to go knock on one of their doors. Ah, the Andrews' place was on his right, coming out. Good to know. He knocked twice on the door and waited for a few moments before knocking again. 

He exhaled, and walked back, past his apartment door and held back the temptation to just, go back inside. I said I'd walk them around, keep an eye on them. Plus I need to explore myself -explore for myself- and learn the lay of the land. He affirmed and knocked on the Amberlys' door. After the third knock a familiar voice, like a songstress's, called out.

"Coming!" Wait, was that Jack? Was he back?

The door opened and it took him a second to rationalize what he was seeing. That was Jack's pretty face, the smooth features and the blonde hair, the same bright eyes as well... but then things got different. There was the soft glaze of make up, on the lips and over the eyes. The blonde hair that framed the pretty face was long, and hung past a chest that swelled well out in front of what was definitely a woman. 

If not for those tits, no one could question those hips which were as wide as her shoulders and gave her an incredible silhouette. Eric could just see the shelf of her ass pushing out the back of a polite skirt, that would probably have reached her knees if so much of it wasn't covering that ass. "OH! Hello!" The woman spoke up. She sounded just like Jack too, what the hell? "Eric Wire, right?"

"Wyre. Um, Jack?" Eric asked with a tilt of his head, "I thought you were-" a man? "-still on your trip, with Alex?" He asked, without sounding too awkward about it.

"OH, OH NO." The woman with Jack's face laughed, sending her thick and heavy breasts into a slight jiggle fit that made Eric's jaw slack. "Oh! They didn't tell you? Seriously." She sighed and put a hand on her sternum and pulling one of her squishy breasts tight and Eric was sure that it was natural by the way it moved and shook. "My name is Julia Amberly. I'm Jack's twin sister, and Alex's wife." Wait, Eric thought, twin Sister. This woman was Jack if he'd been born a Jill. Part of his brain managed to process. And it sure wouldn't be pails of water she'd be filling at the top of those hills. GOD DAMN where did that come from? What brain cell came up with that? I will end you! He pinched his nose. 

In his head, math added up, gears turned and suddenly the world was right again. Okay, no problem. He started to pull up his loose jaw.

"Julia? What's up?" Alex's voice echoed from behind Julia and Eric's jaw fell into the floor. Where Julia was a curvy, busty, version of her pretty blond brother, This woman was a tall, leggy, stacked woman with Alex's face. Her dark hair fell into a braid that fell down the front of her shoulder and dangled over the shelf of her incredible knockers, contained in nothing but a tight fitting t-shirt that held tight to her breasts that were clearly braless. The braid fell past athletic hips in sport shorts and ended somewhere around the powerhouse thighs that carried her to the door. "Oh! Is this our RA?" She smiled and leaned just enough to look Eric in the eye, she was so damn tall, and at the same time to give him a view down her shirt.

Sweet lords there was a valley he wanted to sow his seed in, fertile harvest or not.

"Yes," Julia smiled then sighed, "and it seems our darlings didn't bother to explain the dynamics of our relationship."

"I swear," The tall raven haired woman stood straight and set her massive tits to jiggling, "Those two are supposed to be the responsible ones?"

"Well we wanted to have kids after all." Julia replied as if in explanation.

"Just a moment." Eric held up a hand, and both woman stopped to give him their full attention, "Would I be right in thinking you Ma'am are Alex's twin sister, and simultaneously Jack's wife?" He earned a smile and a nod from both answers.

"Correct, Mister Wire!"

"Wyre." He corrected again. "Eric Wyre. Nice to meet you, Missus-?"

"Amanda Andrews," She reached down to take Eric's hand and give it a mighty shake, and that caused her breasts to ripple in their tight t-shirt casing. Dear Gods, what were Jack and Alex thinking leaving their wives, alone with a strange man? 

For a moment he boggled over the legal mechanics of a man marrying the twin sister of the man who was marrying the twin sister of the first man, and hell the grammar confused him so he let that line of thinking just die.

"It's very nice to meet you both. Well, before they went on their trip, your 'Darlings' did ask me to show you around the area." He could see their eyes light up. "Now, I'm sorry it took me so long to get around to it." He apologized. "I had a busy time moving in," That light in their eyes was joined by a pair of smiles and Eric remembered, too late, they had certainly watched Gene's stream. "Right. Well besides that there were a few other issues I had to settle, but I've got the afternoon free so we can do some light scouting now and make a day of it tomorrow." He exhaled and saw them beaming at him. "What do you say?"

"Awesome!" Julia pumped her fist into air.
"Very," Amanda nodded, "I'll get something a bit warmer to wear," She went back inside. The idea of clothing gave Eric the chance to realize that Julia's rather modest attire would be suitable for a stroll, if she put on a jacket to keep those incredible breasts from freezing.

"Good idea," Eric commented, "It can be a bit nippy -CHILLY- in the afternoons." He blushed bright and earned some bright laughter from the wives. "Lord spare me." He whispered as he covered his face.

Eric's prayers were certainly ignored as Amanda returned in tight leather pants and a fitted biker jacket that managed to cover her incredible breasts without constricting from her natural padding. Some guys had all the luck.

Says the guy whose nailing a third of the women on his floor, and stand to nail the other third within the month? That same Jack and Jill brain cell came back with a redeeming thought. Fine you get to live. Eric conceded. "Shall we go, ladies?" He gestured toward the elevators across the way and the nodded, taking on another by the arm and walking beside Eric, who managed to keep his eyes forward the entire time. 

Right up until they were standing in front of the reflective metal of the elevator doors. Scream. He thought the word and felt his body shiver as his eyes traveled over the reflections in the metal.

Juila's heavenly hills pressed tight against Amanda's leather-bound bosom, and he could see with each breath and laugh how the rippling in one would carry into the other. He tried to look away, but only succeeded in getting an eyeful of how Amanda's tight and toned tush squished so nicely against the curvy cushions of Julia's caboose. 

The chime for the elevator rang and Eric looked up in relief, only to realize that he was reflected just as clearly and that his oogling hadn't been subtle at all.

"Damnit." He swore aloud, beat red as the married women giggled beside him.

"Don't worry, Eric. We don't think badly of you for it." Amanda reached over Julia's shoulders to lay a hand on his shoulders. He looked and saw she was leaning at an angle that gave him another good look between her tits.

"Yeah, you don't grow up with the biggest tits on the schoolyard and not realize how it makes a boy pitch a tent." Julia reached up to grab her breasts through the jacket she had put on and squeezed tightly.

"Thanks," Eric said, as appreciative for the naughty view as he was for the kind words. They smiled at him, genuinely, and he felt more of the tension ease off. "So, want to hear a joke?" He asked.

By the time the elevator opened, the two women were laughing heartily. 

"And that's when he said, that's not a tank, that's the Colonel's wife!" Eric finished, and the women doubled over and Eric was smiling to wide to drink in the sight of their jiggling, shaking, tits. 

"Oh, Eric," Julia laughed, "We haven't even left the building and I'm already out of breath." She sighed, and Amanda clucked her tongue.

"You spend too much time on your ass," She looked her sister-in-law up and down before bringing her hand to spank Julia on her round rump, sending shocks that Eric would later swear he had seen through the fabric of the dress, "Or in bed with Alex." She squeezed that same ass and got a moan out of the woman. Thank coincidence they were alone in the lobby.

Oh wait, there was Belle.

She stood in a tight dress that wasn't like her usual attire. It hugged her sensuous curves and left just enough to the imagination. Her long jacket went down to her ankles, and the thick heeled shoes she wore. Eric's eyes traveled back up hosiery that ended somewhere hidden by the hem of her dress. He swallowed and remembered he was supposed to be chaperoning Julia and Amanda, it might end up being the other way. 

He waved, and Belle waved back, the tall woman smiling as she watched Eric walk beside the two newly wedded wives.

"Don't stay out to late, you three." She winked at them, "No joke, Weather Report has a bad Gust coming in tonight." She added, as they drew level with her, and all three nodded, serious despite the smiles.

The trio started their little trek by going north, crossing the roads and seeing very little in the way of traffic. They passed two more blocks with apartment structures before they started seeing businesses and office buildings. Things were slowing down, near the afternoon, but he could see people congregating around the food shops, arcades, cafes and other shops that served as much as meeting places as businesses. 

There were a number of food shops. A young man was serving up sauce dipped fried chicken wrapped in lettuce, and other food was there as well. There was an ice cream shop just beside it...

The arcades weren't just for kids. He saw a more than a few adults challenging one another to everything from dancing games to what looked like retro card game simulators. That might be fun, or there might be something else in there.

The cafes were a nice place to get your energy back, but Eric wasn't very tired at the moment.

He also saw what looked like a karaoke bar at the end of the street, but it probably wasn't open just yet.

"What should we do first?" Amanda asked and looked to Eric, and he saw that next to her, Julia was also looking to his lead. He had promised Alex and Jack he'd keep an eye on these two, and he owed it to himself to make sure noone tried anything while the were out, including himself. 

He looked at the shops and thought about it. It was busy right now, and if they came back around near the end of their trip the shops might be closed. "Well, we could just pass by and come back another day when we have more time." He answered, and the ladies looked disappointed. "But, we can get a snack while we're out and about." 

The women smile at that, and the three of them get in line for some treats. Eric pays, and while he and Amanda both get some chicken, Amanda getting extra spicy, Amanda waits and gets some ice cream. Eric makes sure to grab plenty of napkins before they leave.

Eric moves past the small talk and into some questions he's had since they left. "So from what you said before," about being the biggest tits on the schoolyard, "I'm guessing you've known each other, all four of you," he implied their husbands, "For a long time?" They both nod.

"All our lives." Julia nods, licks the chicken sauce off her lips with a slow drag of her pink tongue over her plump flesh. "We used to play dress up as kids." She laughs. "Alex and Jack hated that."

"I didn't like it much either," Amanda frowns, running her tongue up the side of her ice cream. The white cream collecting on the tip of her tongue. "Our parents were too keen on matching us like a pair of dolls." Eric looks to her at that.

"Julia and Jack's parents, or Alex and yours?" He asks.

"All of the above," Julia sighs, "We were neighbors and oh, the parties. All the kids in the neighborhood were invited." She frowns. "Even that Oswald Jerk." She takes a large bite of her chicken to keep herself from saying more.

Oswald, Eric cringled, Don't ask. Don't care about it. Just let it go. "What kind of parties? Or just the usual birthday and holiday sort?"

"Those," Amanda nods, "But our parents were all into local politics," She frowns, "Hosted all kinds of Party-parties, until they lost their taste for it."

"Politics got to real for them?" Eric asked, his chicken was starting to get cold.

"Yeah, and some of their 'friends' turned out to be more interested in their bank balances than getting homeless into homes and more interested in looking compassionate than actually fixing problems." Amanda explains, and tilts her hand to the side as a drip of vanilla rand down her knuckles. Eric watched as she held the cone gently in her hand and her tongue lapped up the liquid cream. "The worst part is some of politicians' kids still poke their noses around and try and bring us back into their fold."

Ah hell, don't go in this direction, don't go in this direction. Don't be him. at least.

"Cue Nathan Oswald." Julia adds, swallowing her last bite of chicken and licking at her finger tips.

SHIT.

"Dude spends a few years in the countryside and acts like he knows the place better than the people living there." She shakes her head. "Then he goes on about how he's starting a catering business and thinks we'd make for great marketing material." Oh Hell No. "Fuck that. Dude had all kinds of weird women hanging off him, I wasn't about to put Alex through whatever that entailed."

Amanda nodded aggressively, adding she felt the same with Jack, when some of her ice cream fell of the cone, and right into her cleavage.

"Oh!" She covered her mouth in time to hold back the shriek and Eric's eyes went wide. His hand reached to pull out the napkins, but Julia was already moving.

"Eric, could you just stand here?" She asked, pulling him close so it looked like, to anyone walking by, they were looking over a phone or a map.

Instead Julia had her face deep in her friend's cleavage, a clean finger puling her shirt down to keep it from catching any loose cream. Eric watched, entranced, as Julia's tongue scooped up white blob of chilly confection and swallowed it in one gulp. Amanda stopped shivering for a moment, the largest source of cold on her breasts gone, but then she went on her toes as the shorter woman went back in for the rest of the residue. The blonde's tongue darting into the dark haired woman's cleavage and leaving nothing but glistening trials in its wake.

Eric just stood there with his cold chicken, entranced. Then he realized he was probably supposed to be keeping watch, about the time he saw someone in uniform approaching them, though only in a general sense.

"Incoming." He breathed, and handed Julia a wad of crumpled napkins to clean her face with. Amanda quickly zipped up her leather jacket to keep her sister-in-law from diving in a third time, and they were on their way, acting casual, while the officer kept walking down the other side of the street.

They walked by several other businesses including a music shop and a clothing store, a small police station, and were on their way back to the apartment building when the sun was starting to go down.

"We better hurry." Eric looked over his shoulder toward the city limits. In the distance he could see the normally green markers start to tinge into Yellow. "Might need to take a cab."

He pulled out his phone to have it ready, but sure enough they reached the apartment with no troubles. The entered as the first warning for evening shutters was called and he could see the smile clear on Amanda's face. He'd kept his eyes to their faces, as difficult as that was, but walking with a throbbing hard on had been difficult enough after that tonguing he'd witnessed, walking the rest of the way with one would have killed him.

"That was great!" Amanda smiled, but they both saw a pout form on Julia's face. "What's up, buttercup?" Amanda pulled her friend close, "That's no way to react after Eric was such a gentlemen," She smiled, "Especially after he helped you clean me up," She smiled at Eric over her shorter friend. Julia crossed her arms under her incredible breasts.

"I was promised Gyno-gals! There wasn't a single steel street walker to be seen!" She grumped, even as her massive breasts jiggled under her crossed arms.

"Well maybe it's a bad day for them?" Eric suggested, not sure what to say to that. If Maz had talked up her friends at the welcoming party the newlyweds had gotten, then maybe they were expecting the streets to be lined with lithium powered ladies of the night? "Also there's more to the district than we've seen, so maybe we'll get another chance another day?"

Julia nods and the look of determination on her face forced Eric to bust out laughing. They chat lightly as the go up the elevator and stop at the Andrews' residence this time. 

"Want to come in for a drink, Eric?" Amanda asks, smiling. Julia nodding beside her. Eric opens his mouth to agree but a cool feeling chills that thought. Given how staying for drinks had gone the past few nights... no.

"Thanks you," Eric starts, "But I'm sorry, no." He watches their smiles turn down. "Sorry, I-" am not about to accuse these nice women of wanting to cheat on their husbands, like a fucking asshole, "I'm.... It was a long day, and I'm looking forward to my own bed tonight," Nice one, jackass. "I mean, before this I was stuck with motel rooms," Real smooth. "Since my divorce," I'd forgotten what our foot tasted like. "Sorry... um... g'night!" He excused himself before rushing off, face red and ears burning.

He closed the door behind him, and relished that the blood pounding in his ears kept him from overhearing anything the ladies might have been saying. He moved away from the door before that could change, he tossed the cold chicken left in the bundled up wrapper into the trash, made sure the windows were all closed, and flung himself into bed.

He exhaled a long, heavy, breathe. He'd done the right thing... right?